On Sunday the 16th, Yang Jingxing had dinner at Pingjing Airport. The plane was delayed as usual, and it was already past ten o'clock when he landed in Puhai.

On the phone, He Peiyuan continued to pity her as she did three hours ago. She was really tired after practicing driving all day. She really shouldn't have waited for Yang Jingxing. She couldn't even open her eyes. She went to sleep. No matter if you were going for a late night snack or

Picking up girls.

After arriving home, Yang Jingxing quietly opened the door and entered the house without turning on the lights, which was more sneaky than a thief. He Peiyuan was also attentive. Her slippers were placed on the ground as if they were not picked up when she went out.

Although the curtains were only half-open, there was still some light in the room. Yang Jingxing first hid and observed. The piano room door was wide open, and no breathing could be heard for several meters around. There was a piece of paper on the coffee table pressed with the curtain remote control.

Yang Jingxing still gently picked up the staff paper. On it was He Peiyuan's handwriting: Welcome home, husband, thank you for your hard work, I love you. January 15th at 16 o'clock.

To give you face, Yang Jingxing turned on the light and took out his mobile phone to make a call, but the number you dialed was turned off. There was no other way, Yang Jingxing could only go to the kitchen silently, sniffing like a dog and quickly found the phone hidden in the lower cabinet.

This is an air fryer that can warm your hands. When you open it, you can see that there are four chicken wings in the pot. Judging from the quality, it is really a success.

Yang Jingxing washed his hands first, and the water rushed. Then the plates clinked on the stove, and he exclaimed: "It's so hot, so hot!"

"Eh..." A girl's cry came from the living room.

Yang Jingxing was still rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

"Ah!" The girl's voice was even more startled.

After putting the chicken wings on the plate and adding a bowl of orange wedges from the refrigerator, Yang Jingxing took it out with both hands and put it on the coffee table. Then he opened the curtains and was pleasantly surprised: "Honey, look what I have prepared for you! Have you cut your hair?"

He Peiyuan had a deep hatred for the curtain, staring at each other without moving, completely ignoring others.

"Wife..." Yang Jingxing observed carefully: "Yuanyuan, beauty... can you hear me?"

It was okay if I didn't ask, but once I asked, the girl's unhappy gasping subsided, and she didn't seem to hate the curtains too much.

Yang Jingxing was not worried about the girl's abnormal state. He even called out softer: "He Peiyuan, blink when you hear her."

He Peiyuan can not blink.

Yang Jingxing completely opened the curtains that the girl was staring at, and took his place to face and stare at the girl. This scoundrel was so affectionate: "Yuanyuan, you are so beautiful, I like you so much..." he said.

Kissed him.

He Peiyuan is really good at acting. She maintained her posture for nearly two minutes and there was no obvious flaw except for closing her eyes.

Yang Jingxing, who was shamelessly acting like a rogue, probably wanted to take a good look at the beauty again, but suddenly he retreated.

He Peiyuan's head fell forward as if she had lost support, even causing her shoulders and neck to tilt forward, but she still couldn't catch the point of strength, so her eyelashes trembled and her mouth opened slightly as if she was a little unhappy.

Yang Jingxing: "Are you awake..."

He Peiyuan was so skilled, before she even opened her eyes, she hit the person in front of her like raindrops on the head and face.

Yang Jingxing hid and answered with surprise: "Yuanyuan is ready, the power of love!"

As if knowing that her boxing skills were not powerful, He Peiyuan turned around and shouted: "I'm leaving... you can go and be happy by yourself!"

Yang Jingxing advised: "Eat something before leaving."

Yes, He Peiyuan hurriedly went over and picked up the bowl: "I made it, I'll take it away! Feed the dog!"

Yang Jingxing didn't have any self-respect anyway, so he chased after him to beg for food: "Woof, woof woof."

He Peiyuan grimaced: "I don't care about me at all. I don't care about people's life or death..."

Yang Jingxing was funny: "Okay, okay, what time is it? The theaters are closed."

No! It must be made clear! Which is more important, food or wife...

Of the four chicken wings, Yang Jingxing was responsible for three and a half. He Peiyuan was still upset. Just the night before yesterday, Qi Qingnuo actually told her to be careful. Why should she be careful? Although she had gained two or three pounds, she was still much better than Qi.

Let’s say these words again after losing ten pounds!

However, with the current trend of ebb and flow, He Peiyuan still has to be careful: "Husband, you must not make me fat. You must make me beautiful and make me more and more beautiful!"

Yang Jingxing almost wanted to throw away the delicious chicken wings: "You want me to challenge the limit with such a small favor? Is it that easy to break the record?"

He Peiyuan wants to...

You have to hurry up. You still have to go to work tomorrow. After eating, we wash the dishes and pots together. Before going upstairs, He Peiyuan still changed into uncomfortable disposable slippers, but there is no need to rush to get the gift. It is not convenient to open the box here.

Although Yang is illiterate and doesn't read, he pays close attention to the bookshelves. He is very good at remembering names. He can tell at a glance that he has a few more books. He Peiyuan may have thought too much. Today, she will no longer urge and sarcastically irritate her boyfriend. Wei Wei

He smiled as if he had changed his education strategy and even held hands.

Not only did she not teach herself a lesson, it seemed that the girl had not spoken since she started going up the stairs. Yang Jingxing noticed something and carefully observed: "What are you thinking about?"

He Peiyuan had a confused look on her face, maybe it was because she was not very successful, so she buried her face on her boyfriend's shoulder to hide her expression.

Yang Jingxing became even more worried, as if he was afraid that someone might ambush him: "What are you doing?"

He Peiyuan raised her face and her face became bright again. She looked at her boyfriend acting coquettishly and said, "I want a gift." She was still a little shy.

Yang Jingxing was pleased: "That's right, give me a sense of accomplishment."

He Peiyuan clung to her even more.

When he walked to the closed bedroom door, Yang Jingxing's left hand was clasped with his girlfriend's, and he was holding the suitcase in his right hand. As for He Peiyuan, she obviously had free hands and was more comfortable, but she didn't help open the door and even moved to step back.

Yang Jingxing is a cautious person, and when he looked at his girlfriend's expression, it turned into a look of boredom.

"Look what I'm doing." He Peiyuan was a little confused. She stepped sideways and stretched out her hand to turn on the light in the bathroom. The sink was neatly tidied.

Yang Jingxing let go of the box, slowly grasped the door handle, and turned it slightly. He had to be careful of his head, lest any bucket or iron ball might hit it.

He Peiyuan's body was shaking slightly, and she held her boyfriend's hand and continued to adjust the details of the buckle.

Yang Jingxing first pushed the door out a thin crack, and there was light, and then pushed it in carefully. When it was not even halfway open, he was dumbfounded and froze.

The most conspicuous thing is the bed. It is made of a white linen set that has been there for a long time and cannot be called new. It is laid very evenly. Petals in three colors of white, pink and bright red are densely packed in the middle of the two-meter-wide bed.

There is actually a three-color heart shape with a diameter of more than half a meter, and other places are scattered and evenly sprinkled with three-color petals. The fragrance of plants wafts out from the room, and there should be two on the table and bedside.

Thanks to the bouquet of flowers, the vase on the table was a gift from the lyricist Li Xin. He Peiyuan once said that it was quite tasteful.

Yang Jingxing let go and let the door open slowly. He remembered to check on his girlfriend. At first glance, he found that the girl was even more dazed, staring blankly at somewhere in the room. Men actually don't like flowers.

, Yang Jingxing turned around and hugged the beauty.

When her boyfriend changed from kissing her left cheek to kissing her right cheek, He Peiyuan hummed: "This is a gift from me to my husband."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you... From today on, we are truly husband and wife."

He Peiyuan hugged her boyfriend back: "...do you like it?"

Yang Jingxing was simply deep: "It's no longer the category I like..."

He Peiyuan is very demanding: "As time goes by, the petals will become a bit stale."

Yang Jingxing said in a sincere and upright tone: "Yes, it's the freshest..."

It took a while before he actually walked into the room again. After taking two steps, Yang Jingxing did not dare to move. Four shiny silver balloons formed a LOVE on the wall beside the bed, and several large and small red heart balloons were dotted among them. The table, sofa and chairs were all

Re-decorate and place it. A pair of pink couple pillows on the bedside stool are actually not practical and don’t match the style of the room. The vase in the middle of the bay window should have been bought by the girl herself.

Yang Jingxing observed really carefully, going back and forth and looking up and down before taking another step. He Peiyuan followed closely, as if accompanying him for inspection.

As he watched, Yang Jingxing suddenly remembered: "Let me tell your mother... can we discuss the script?"

He Peiyuan looked slightly disgusted and blamed: "...Don't worry about it."

Yang Jingxing stared at his girlfriend.

He Peiyuan smiled again: "Where is my gift?"

The box was still outside the door. Yang Jingxing said, "I can't take it out..."

"I like it." He Peiyuan encouraged her boyfriend to carry the box into the room, and said: "You can give it to me later, don't open it yet."

Yang Jingxing followed his advice and regretted not listening to his girlfriend: "I should drink some wine."

He Peiyuan shook her head: "Drink later...you can take a bath, I will find clothes for you, I have washed them."

Yang Jingxing took off his clothes while walking...

The relationship between the two has improved. Yang Jingxing no longer wants his girlfriend to rub his back, and he no longer takes every opportunity to act like a gangster. After He Peiyuan prepared a change of clothes for her boyfriend, she even took the initiative to pass her toothbrush into the shower room, and no longer dislikes bad habits or muscles.

Yang Jing thanked his wife even if he didn't come in, and asked in a soft voice: "What did you tell your family?"

He Peiyuan didn't take it seriously: "I just said I won't go home and sleep here."

Yang Jingxing didn't even dare to ask: "What did your mother say?"

"I didn't say much." What He Peiyuan was thinking about was: "I want to shoot some perfume."

Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly: "Yuanyuan smells the best...yes, male and female friends should be able to understand."

He Peiyuan smiled: "You believe it too? I said you won't come back until tomorrow. I will help you prepare the year-end summary. My mother also wants to ask Li Diya to accompany me." It's not all lies, he volunteered to help Director Yang

First, I took a look at the semester summary of my colleagues in the Art Center.

Yang Jing's action was tentative: "Does your mother believe it?"

"I don't know if I believe it or not." He Peiyuan didn't seem to care: "Anyway, I didn't ask much, not even last time."

Yang Jingxing quickened his movements: "Give me the razor..."

After handing over the razor and taking back the toothbrush, He Peiyuan went into the bedroom again, and then didn't come out. Yang Jingxing didn't call out, she cleaned herself up with quality and quantity, and trimmed her nails anyway.

"Honey, I'm here!" Yang Jingxing originally rushed back to the bedroom with high morale, but Yang Jingxing looked up and was stunned again.

Standing at the table, He Peiyuan swung her ponytail and turned around. She gently put down her comb and stood upright with her feet together. Then she looked straight at her boyfriend. There was a slight smile between her eyebrows but it was not easy to detect. Slim-fitting white short-sleeved shirt
Chapter completed!