A little after four o'clock in the afternoon, He Peiyuan called her boyfriend again and asked if he could finish his work. Feifei and the others were going to eat small yellow croaker braised tofu and scallion chicken after get off work, which made her drool, so she suggested that the stinky scoundrel should go to more classes and find two casually. The beauty would have dinner with her before giving lessons to the primary school students. She wanted to have a happy dinner with her sisters and then return to her long-awaited home.

Director Yang, who else do you need to beg? Okay, He Peiyuan, go take the things home after get off work, huh.

After five o'clock, Yang Jingxing called his girlfriend again and shouted: "Don't forget to take the things Xue Yihan gave you home. Also, buy me a bottle of balsamic vinegar at the door and put it at home. I will cook dumplings for myself at night."

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He Peiyuan obviously only managed to squeeze out one sentence through her teeth: "Just wait patiently!" and the call was disconnected.

The range hood was buzzing and Yang Jingxing could still hear the sound of the door opening, so he put down the pot and shovel and went out to take a look. He Peiyuan looked expressionless and defiant. She regretted changing her shoes. She stood up and kicked her legs to fly the slippers on her feet far away: "

Bring me the bag!"

The apron and gloves seemed to show off the composer's aura even more. Yang Jingxing went to the living room with his head held high, took out his bag, and walked to his girlfriend to put it down in high spirits.

He Peiyuan didn't even look at it: "There's more!"

Yang Jingxing turned around and went into the kitchen to take out the bag of bamboo shoots, but he was no longer so stubborn: "I used two for the soup."

He Peiyuan was ruthless: "No!"

"Then you eat it yourself."

"Don't eat."

Yang Jingxing was very sincere: "Then I'll give you my strength back after I'm full."

He Peiyuan scratches whenever she strikes...

After venting her anger and resolving the misunderstanding and going into the kitchen to take a look, He Peiyuan weakly hugged her boyfriend for support: "Good husband, kiss me."

Although she is quite sure of the man's attitude, the girl still needs to check the specific matters. Hey, how do you cook the pickled fresh food into white soup? Using this wine to braise shrimps is too much to consider yourself a rich person, right? What else do you want?

Making cabbage with vinegar? He Peiyuan was a little angry when she thought about it, but she still went to take out the vinegar she had hidden in the shoe cabinet when she came in.

There is also scallion chicken, but it is delivered from takeaway. He Peiyuan had to re-plate it after going downstairs to get it back, otherwise it would not look good in the photo.

After four dishes, one soup and some wine, He Peiyuan ignored her previous grudges and thanked her husband. She thought that although the rice was a little dry, it had more texture and the soup was so delicious that it was simply better than the previous one. So the far-sighted control plan that was imperative yesterday was temporarily put behind her.

But he never forgets the friendship between friends: "If you ask Tan Dong to cook for Hanhan, she will be very happy. Give him more pocket money. It doesn't matter if he doesn't do it well."

Yang Jingxing, who was originally proud, was about to fall out: "Don't let the family scandal be publicized. How will I go out to hang out in the future?"

He Peiyuan pursed her lips and shouted: "Are you embarrassed to cook for me?"

Yang Jingxing started to think: "This is the happiness of two people, and it is not enough for outsiders to understand."

"I want it! Show them your photos next time." He Peiyuan made it clearer: "Those who cook, those who cut vegetables, and those who do hygiene."

Yang Jingxing clarified: "It's all staged and fake..."

It's a pity that we can't taste wine slowly. In addition to the dining room, kitchen, living room and piano room, we also need to tidy up the bookshelves. Working together, the woman washes the dishes and the man mops the floor. He Peiyuan is just about to talk about how Lu Baiyong led the team to set off this afternoon.

, Yu Jiajia’s mother called to confirm.

There is only half an hour left. He Peiyuan needs to pay attention to the details. Let’s talk about the key points first. They make a big show every time, especially this afternoon. Maybe it’s because there is a camera crew filming or it’s the first time that Commander Lu is leading the team.

This time the task was even heavier, and it was really a warm farewell for the whole group. No one in 306 wanted to join in the fun, but they couldn't find a way to do it. They had to laugh and watch the performers and singers express their artistic feelings. It was really embarrassing.

In contrast, I heard that the visiting group from the Puyin Composition Department was treated calmly when they set off. That is the temperament an artist should have. To always look complacent for such a thing is really a derogation of one's self.

Also, He Peiyuan really feels that the company should be against office romance. Apart from other things, other colleagues are not easy to get along with these two people. Yang Jingxing is not even a member of the Chinese orchestra, but He Peiyuan feels that she

Where to go is a bit unsightly to others. You have to think more about talking about work or relationships. It’s not just about Qi Qingnuo. For example, do you think this is a composer’s spy? So, if E

There is a couple between Yang's development department and customer service department, which will definitely have an impact on the work between the two departments.

Ask yourself, He Peiyuan doesn't need her senior colleagues to treat her differently. Even if someone criticizes the work or the composer in front of her face, He Peiyuan can at most just talk to her boyfriend and not feel resentful. But why do they seem to be more willing to do so?

Don't care about Qi Qingnuo's feelings? Is it to show your affirmation of her big heart?

Yang Jingxing thought that maybe others didn't think so much, or that being intimate with Qi Qingnuo was a sign of trust in Yuanyuan's strength. Besides, the whole company knew about Zhao Gu and Zhao Chengdi, so it was no different...

The doorbell rang, and it was still a dozen minutes before seven o'clock, but Yang Jingxing welcomed him wholeheartedly and hurriedly ran to open the door. It was really grand, two primary school students and four adults, Yu Jiajia holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and Yu's father Yu

Mom was also carrying a bag.

Before they even said they wanted to give it away, Yang Jingxing beamed and wanted to reach out: "What are you doing?"

Lang Xinyan recited the answer: "A gift to the teacher, thank you for your hard work!"

Yu Jiajia forced herself to smile and presented flowers.

Yang Jingxing quickly bent down to pick it up: "Come in quickly, there's no need to change your shoes."

He Peiyuan came over and took a look and praised: "It's so beautiful."

When the primary school student entered the room, Yu Jiajia was polite to He Peiyuan: "Hello, aunt."

Lang Xinyan was much more affectionate: "Hello, beautiful sister."

He Peiyuan was simply surprised: "Thank you so much."

Lang’s mother warned: “Xinyan, remember!”

Lang Xinyan turned around and seemed to show off her light green long-sleeved dress: "I will shut up when class starts and stay still."

The adults laughed, and Father Wolf even threatened: "Brothers and sisters will kick you out if you cause any trouble!"

He Peiyuan smiled kindly and gently: "No."

Yang Jingxing invited again: "Come in and sit down."

Lang's father was polite: "I won't disturb you. It is stipulated that Lang Xinyan can only listen, cannot talk, and is not allowed to move. Let's take a good look at how Jiajia studies seriously."

Lang’s mother was stern: “Only people like Jiajia who take everything seriously can have the opportunity to learn from an outstanding musician like my brother.”

"I know!" Lang Xinyan was still annoyed: "My ears are calloused, aren't you afraid of my rebellious attitude?"

Lang's father beamed with joy: "Foul, go back!"

Lang Xinyan hurriedly ran inside, and the adults laughed again. Mother Yu calmly put a bag of fruit on the table, and then transferred tea and liquor to her husband.

Yang Jingxing was obviously sure that these things would be his own: "This is not interesting enough. Jiajia, you must resist your parents being so polite in the future."

Father and daughter look alike when they smile. Dad is serious: "Don't lose etiquette. Jiajia should cherish the opportunity and go home by herself after class."

Yang Jingxing was surprised: "Come in, mom and dad will always leave one behind." This was He Peiyuan's comprehensive idea.

Jiajia’s mother decisively said: “You accompany me in class.”

Yu Jiajia was really serious: "Teacher Yang, can we record it?"

"Okay." Yang Jingxing was a little nervous: "I'll change my clothes."

The adults laughed, and Jiajia's father hurriedly said, "I'll go down and get the DVD."

He Peiyuan also invited: "Come in and sit down."

Lang’s mother is a straightforward person: “Take a look!”

But I only looked at the entrance and living room, and I didn’t even sit down. Lang’s mother praised the decoration for how elegant it was. She had visited the same apartment next door, but that one was in palace style and had Roman columns all over the room.

, in order to increase the use and face, the board was inverted over the living room, and then a big hole was left to install a big light worth RMB 100,000. It was not good-looking, and the owner regretted it very much.

He Peiyuan introduced the piano room to the piano boy, and Yu Jiajia asked if he could go in. Lang Xinyan invited her mother to visit with her. Father Lang was showing off his eyesight and could clearly see the titles of the books upstairs.

Yu's mother told Yang Jingxing that they should and had plans to congratulate her on the housewarming, but there was really no news, which was very embarrassing.

Yang Jingxing smiled: "I watched Jiajia grow up."

Mother Yu went to the door of the piano room to take a look: "Jiajia... those amazing pieces of music were composed here."

Yu Jiajia stood in the middle as if feeling the aura of the room, but He Peiyuan was a little embarrassed: "Everyone can be great, as long as they keep surpassing themselves."

Yang Jingxing remembered: "I'll get two chairs."

There were no extra chairs at home, so there were only dining chairs. Lang’s mother was not satisfied with the arrangement of the host’s house, so she dragged one back to the wall and said, “Xinyan will sit here.”

Lang Xinyan waved her hands and cried in protest, but no one helped her, so she had to drag more than half of it back by herself, and no one stopped her. Lang's mother was busy praising that the composer could also play guitar and trumpet. He was so versatile.

More than ten years ago, someone pretended to practice guitar, and it was a three-minute hit.

Father Yu moved very quickly, holding a tripod. After putting down his bag, what he took out should be a digital video camera. The old one came with its own microphone. However, the big one also has shortcomings. The battery is only enough for one hour of recording, about right?

Yang Jingxing wanted to discuss it with Jiajia: "I plan to do it in two hours."

It's okay, the store clerk also brought the adapter, and there is a socket on the wall, but the angle is not very good. It doesn't matter, it's mainly for recording.

Seeing the neighbor in a hurry, Lang's mother was amused: "Lao Yu, don't be nervous."

Mother Yu laughed, and Father Yu buried his head in pulling the thread, haha. Yang Jingxing couldn't help but laugh: "I'm nervous about being so professional."

He Peiyuan was not sympathetic: "People who have never been on TV are like this."

Even Lang’s mother knows: “Didn’t you go to bed before?”

Dad Yu is actually quite skillful: "Okay, okay."

Yang Jingxing understood: "Try the sound?"

Yu’s mother said: “Let’s go first, Jiajia, study hard.”

The host had better give it away. The famous composer even said that he didn’t even take a sip of water. Mother Lang would be observant and would know after passing by the kitchen and taking a look at it: “At home.
To be continued...