It was late at night, and Yang Jingxing was still busy upstairs and downstairs inside and outside the room. He changed hot towels several times to clean the wounds of the wounded, brought snacks and nuts to replenish the wounded's energy, and opened a bottle of wine to let the wounded relax. The wounded's clothes today

It needs to be washed and dried, otherwise I won’t be able to wear it tomorrow. You can also take out the unused loose flowers hidden in the shoe cabinet on the upper floor to add a fresh smell to the utility room... Not only does it require quick errands, but also overall planning, otherwise there will be a casualty.

You will soon feel lonely and uncomfortable in bed with no one to talk to.

Of course, the most important thing is to hide the top-secret photos. He Peiyuan didn't worry, so she struggled to get up and put on the uninspired and troublesome coat that her boyfriend gave her today... Let's take a look in the mirror first.

She's not so pretty, she needs to brush her teeth after eating! Huh, I don't even have a full-length mirror at home.

No need to be carried, He Peiyuan tried to walk by herself. The little steps she took while standing on tiptoes without moving her legs were so cute. Yang Jingxing even laughed, but of course he had to be scolded again.

In front of the mirror, He Peiyuan looked and looked closer and closer, quite suspicious: "Is it true that they said the skin will get better?"

Yang Jingxing tried his best to be serious: "I doubt it. If it really has that kind of effect, all men in the world would have to..."

He Peiyuan's arm doesn't hurt and she is still powerful when hitting people.

It was better to put aside their personal disputes first. The two of them crowded around the table and transferred the top-secret photos to the computer. He Peiyuan reminded them not to copy but to cut, and then Yang Jingxing was not allowed to see it more clearly through the computer screen. It was intense again.

Debate, where is the safest place to put this photo? Alas, He Peiyuan only regrets that she does not have a safe.

Yang Jingxing taught his girlfriend how to open a safe, but when he opened it, he found that his box was full of mundane items, a few wads of cash, a few gold bars, a pile of broken stones, two real estate certificates, official seals of documents, certificates, and private seals... He couldn't let his girlfriend's "

"Precious" is in the same room as these things.

He Peiyuan didn't dislike it too much. It was funny that Yang Jingxing had some wealth. He couldn't open the pot. What was in the drawer with the password? When he opened it, He Woundedman burst out laughing. He didn't expect that Yang Chengyi would use ancient poems to inspire his son, and Yang Jingxing

How can you save a piece of paper like this?

Yang Jingxing explained: "It's not like I cherish it. I feel disrespected if I throw it away..."

After thinking about it, there should be nothing wrong. It was already past two in the morning when I went to bed and lay down peacefully. Only then did I realize that the exchange of souls had just begun. There were so many things that needed to be summed up.

He Peiyuan is even willing to think back and doubt: "It seems to be a little bit...

At nearly 10 o'clock on Monday morning, Yang Jingxing was flying with his fingers in front of the computer when suddenly a pillow came from behind. He was a master and turned around to dodge and catch it firmly, but he couldn't avoid the angry eyes of his girlfriend on the bed, so he could only force it.

Resistance: "It's still early to sleep a little longer..."

He Peiyuan asked: "Where is my alarm clock?"

"asked for leave……"

Asking for leave! Who asked you to ask for leave? But it’s not a big mistake. Yang Jingxing used He Peiyuan’s mobile phone to send Qi Qingnuo a text message. It was sent after eight o’clock: I feel a little uncomfortable, please take a day off.

Qi Qingnuo’s reply was: have a good rest.

What makes He Peiyuan a little sad is that at this time, there is no call from home to care about her. She can't sleep, raises her hands and shouts: "I want to get up, I want to get up!"

Yang Jingxing understood, and he prepared clothes while kissing and cuddling...

Although He Peiyuan only slept for less than five hours and was able to walk more normally without pain, Yang Jingxing still decided to rest for a day and did not rush to see the car.

She had to go out to eat breakfast, which was actually lunch, and then He Peiyuan wanted to buy groceries for dinner. Yang Jingxing was considerate and asked his girlfriend to ride a cart in the supermarket. He Peiyuan was embarrassed: "I'm not a girl anymore."

Yang Jingxing can be more disgusting: "Yuanyuan will always be a little treasure..."

Wang Rui is a good sister and called to care about He Peiyuan's physical condition. He Peiyuan said that she didn't need injections or medicine for a minor cold: "...Why are you telling him...Do you think he cares about others...It's all superficial.

Phenomenon... politeness is different from genuine concern... is it true?"

The biggest news of the Chinese Orchestra today is that Yu Feifei has put on braces. It sounds like Wang Rui wants Benchmark to take a consultant to visit him as soon as possible. He is not ugly and is a little cute. In fact, Feifei’s teeth are not bad, but

Woman, she is usually so thrifty and so profitable, but on this matter, she gave away half of her year-end bonus in one fell swoop.

Girls have this special ability. With people they meet almost every day, they can talk on the phone about everything from Yu Feifei's braces to Cai Feixuan's prospects of gaining weight through fitness. Naturally, they are angry about the unfairness between men and women...

Yang Jingxing had no choice but to flirt with his girlfriend's right ear to gain a sense of presence: "One moment of spring night is worth thousands of gold, you have wasted thousands of gold."

He Peiyuan hung up the phone as soon as possible, but the look in her eyes that followed would make the scoundrel regret it. It was quite gentle to look at her from time to time while on the phone.

Yang Jingxing was afraid of his girlfriend's resentment: "What's wrong?"

He Peiyuan was injured and could still stamp her feet: "Let's go buy fat meat!"

Yang Jingxing expressed the same hatred: "Who is jealous of Yuanyuan's slimness?"

He Peiyuan was uncharacteristically: "No exercise is allowed from now on, the treadmills have been taken away."

Yang Jingxing couldn't make such a big turn: "Why?"

He Peiyuan sincerely wishes: "You will die of fat, old and ugly!"

Yang Jingxing hehe: "Then you need long-term supervision. I'm afraid it won't be easy for even forty or fifty years."

He Peiyuan didn't seem to be joking. She became more and more serious the more she observed, "Tell me! What do you look like when you are thirty?"

Yang Jingxing has always been modest: "A little fat, a little old, a little ugly..."

It's all Wang Rui's fault. She and He Peiyuan expressed their feelings about how young they are now. Girls are pitiful. They just graduated from college and haven't had time to figure out how to work. In the blink of an eye, after twenty-five, they will become old girls. Men are different.

, they still feel how young they are when they are thirty years old. They will not worry about finding a wife at all. Moreover, men with mature personalities and successful careers who are increasingly attractive are still popular with young girls. The older they get, the more popular they become.

Hearing such a fresh theory, Yang Jingxing's thoughts started to swirl: "Have you ever had a crush on a man with a mature personality?"

He Peiyuan was angry: "Don't be disgusting, I'm not that kind of person."

Yang Jingxing was disappointed: "I want to say that from today on, I must mature and work hard to be a man that Yuanyuan can snatch."

He Peiyuan almost sighed: "It's a beautiful thought, but you will be like this for the rest of your life."

Yang Jingxing also hugged the girl's shoulders: "That's fine, I'm satisfied."

He Peiyuan is not good, she can only further develop the theory: "But your standards will be lowered. When you are thirty years old, any twenty-year-old girl will be like a fairy in your eyes. Wow, there are so many big girls all over the floor."

There are so many beauties that you will be busy."

"The floor is full of beautiful women?" Yang Jingxing was a little frightened: "Then what do you think? Let's put it bluntly, what is ten levels better than a fairy?"

He Peiyuan sneered: "I'm already old..."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes. At that time, He Peiyuan was not only successful in her career, but she also no longer yelled and hit people. She became gentle and charming. It was already on another level. She fascinated those little boys.

reverse."

He Peiyuan clenched her fists but did not make a move. She just hit people with her eyes: "Have you ever seen a gentle and touching person that you will never forget?"

Yang Jingxing hummed: "I'm not that kind of person either."

"You are……"

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. These two people were just wasting their time. Realizing that there was nothing they could do about Yang Jingxing for a while, He Peiyuan started from the side, taking her cousin Li Shunkai as an example. Seeing that he was thirty, his family was not worried at all.

She was playing with him, but Li Diya was younger than He Peiyuan, and her mother actually meant to marry her boyfriend as soon as possible if he was still practical enough to marry. But Li Diya’s mother’s attitude towards her niece was different. He Peiyuan almost

Ever since I was sensible, I have heard my aunt talking about how to marry a good family... My aunt is also a woman and has a daughter. Is she willing to do that? She is not forced by this society!

If you want to rise to the level of "society", didn't He Peiyuan say that you need to build an environment in which women are superior to men? This is really worth studying. Yang Jingxing listened to those screenwriters and filmmakers, and there is an essence behind the phenomenon.

Even if you have reached the first step.

So after returning home, Yang Jingxing tried to be a housewife and asked his girlfriend to pick up a pen and notebook to create. The so-called study room had long been eliminated, and He Peiyuan chose to go to the second floor where she created a strong cultural atmosphere.

, you can sit at the small table by the window and monitor what's going on downstairs.

This househusband was quite experienced. He prepared cushions, hot coffee, and snacks for the playwright as soon as possible. He was afraid that he would not be able to do it well: "Just ask if you need it."

The playwright was afraid and suspicious: "Do you want me to recover quickly?"

"Of course..." Yang Jingxing was really naive. He looked at his girlfriend's eyes carefully and realized: "No! Don't get me wrong!"

Unlike He Peiyuan's unlimited creative deadline, Yang Jingxing had many pressing matters. After taking care of the wounded for the time being, he rushed to work on the coffee table downstairs and stood by.

Within a few minutes of the harmonious state, He Peiyuan put her chin on the hand guard and looked down to share the results: "Husband, husband... why didn't you think of making two tables at that time?"

Yang Jingxing said with a heavy heart: "I have thought about it, but it won't work. Being close to a beautiful woman will make you less interested in working, which is not good for the development of music and art."

He Peiyuan understood: "It's just that work is more important than beauty."

Yang Jingxing sighed: "This society is so unfair to men. Without a job, there will definitely be no beautiful women..."

The scoundrel is looking for trouble again. Come on, He Peiyuan's mouth is not injured.

Sometimes bored and sometimes noisy, He Peiyuan seemed not to be in the habit of sitting down and creating for several hours in a row. Later, she simply used the excuse of "not feeling calm yet" to sit next to her boyfriend and watch him write "Studio 402"

The year-end summary. He Peiyuan was surprised to find that popular record companies are no different from schools and orchestras. Manager Yang also praised his subordinates for their serious work in the report, affirmed the tacit cooperation of other departments, and praised the artists for their professionalism... Hum, actually

They are all self-praise. However, Director Yang is also on the road, typing on the keyboard without stopping, copying and pasting various data tables, and the so-called year-end summary can be completed in more than half an hour.

Yang Jingxing had some new ideas before starting to prepare dinner. Yang Jingxing had some new ideas, but he said it very badly. It was too unserious to say that He Peiyuan had contributed to music and art by donating blood.

The standard of three dishes and one soup, the longan, red dates and white fungus soup was ordered by Yang Jingxing himself, and he also prepared it with the most care and cooked it first. He Peiyuan said she wanted to help, so she actually measured the rice and beat the eggs.

Experience the new discovery of "cooking and massaging" on a friend's back.

The so-called daughter's red I drank today, although I don't know if it is 18 years old or not, but I tasted it and it tasted okay. He Peiyuan said again: "I wish my husband a good start in his work and career!"

Yang Jingxing was amused: "That's really popular... My wife, Wen Siquan, is as strong as a broken bamboo."
Chapter completed!