beauty winner

Yang Jingxing followed He Peiyuan to wash his hands, but He Peiyuan went to the bathroom first.Rogue Yang just stole a little boyfriend treatment and waited for the girl in front of the sink.

He Peiyuan came out very quickly, of course she was not very happy: "What are you doing?"

Yang Jingxing took it for granted: "Wait for you."

He Peiyuan was tired, as if she was tired of coping, so she washed her hands.

Seeing the girl inspecting the hand sanitizer and hand cream, Yang Jingxing asked, "Is this good?"

"It's a famous brand." He Peiyuan was impatient: "You still don't understand."

Yang Jingxing flaunted: "My advantage is that I learn when I don't understand."

"Xiaojie said her husband..." He Peiyuan laughed happily when talking about others: "I bought her a set of Helena."

"What?" Yang Jingxing was really modest: "No?"

He Peiyuan sighed: "Just say you don't understand...what does your mother use?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know, I have never been filial in this respect."

He Peiyuan washed her hands carefully: "Don't learn it, it's strange for a man to understand. He is specialized in art, but Xiaojie's husband just doesn't understand..."

Yang Jingxing said angrily, "Why do you call Officer Yan Yan? I think he is a role model for men and is worth learning from."

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes: "Study, can you learn well? Officer Yan is self-taught and doesn't need to teach, because he puts his heart into it."

Yang Jing was angry: "I bought the lipstick right, right? You won't accept it or give it a chance."

He Peiyuan asked: "Then do you know the difference between round and square tubes? How many series of round tubes are there? What color number did you buy?"

Yang Jingxing: "Do you understand education? If we educators are like you, we will only shut out those who love music. In fact, we will lose ourselves. Education must be gradual and guided."

He Peiyuan has no feelings: "I don't want to educate... just use it."

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to refuse the girl, so he took the hand cream, squeezed some and applied it on his hands.

He Peiyuan must have noticed the reluctance of the rogue: "...you are still talking about education, do you know how to be a teacher? The piano department takes the lead and plays basketball is education?"

Yang Jingxing was not convinced: "Sensational, exercise is a good thing, and the body is capital."

He Peiyuan taught: "There are many ways to exercise, you can run. Look at your dumbbells, it looks like a neuropathy. If something happens one day, if you return to Director Yang, Pu Yin will cry like hell."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "...if I catch up with you, how do you think Pu Yin will react?"

He Peiyuan didn't seem to have thought about this possibility, she was suddenly frightened, and looked at Yang Jingxing: "...They must think I'm blind!"

Yang Jingxing laughed and said, "In the morning meeting, I specially courted Professor Yi." He Peiyuan's teacher, who was rated as an associate professor before the age of 50, can barely be regarded as a famous teacher.Although Professor Yi is not interested in the so-called new folk music, he has some contacts with Yang Jingxing. When Miki Nakai brought Japanese folk music performers to visit Pu Yin, Professor Yi had in-depth exchanges with shamisen performers, and was invited several times afterwards Go to Japan to visit and give lectures.And this time Yang Jingxing's second symphony, Professor Yi is very supportive.

Although He Peiyuan was not a very good student at school, she still respected her teachers, so she was frightened by Yang Jingxing: "What did you say?"

Yang Jingxing swore to the sky: "I didn't say anything, but they seem to know something."

He Peiyuan looked at the rascal with a crying expression.

Yang Jingxing comforted him again: "Maybe I was thinking too much, they didn't say anything, they just mentioned you twice."

He Peiyuan pursed her lips, but she still had a glimmer of hope: "... Where's Lao Qi?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Of course she is the protagonist... Actually, it's nothing, sooner or later we will know."

"Of course you are fine." He Peiyuan was very distressed: "What about me?"

Yang Jingxing said: "You should be a sacrifice for the folk music department. I will be the son-in-law of the folk music department. In the future, Professor Yi, Professor Zhan, Professor Feng, Professor Zhao, they don't have to be so polite if they want me to do something for you."

He Peiyuan stomped her feet and complained bitterly: "You are shameless!"

Yang Jingxing reminded: "If you go back to school and find that you are more popular, don't get angry."

He Peiyuan was really scared: "What did you say?"

Yang Jingxing comforted again: "I'm still a director anyway, what can I say. I can be ashamed and you want more, can I lose your people?"

He Peiyuan didn't believe it: "How would the school know if you didn't tell me?"

Yang Jingxing guessed too much: "This kind of thing is often spread, you got into my car at work, and if it spreads to school, it may become my home."

He Peiyuan was helpless, panicked, and desperate: "...are you happy?"

"It's a bit." Yang Jingxing shamelessly said, "But you are unhappy, you are truly happy when you are happy, so I will work hard to turn bad news into good news." He Peiyuan panicked and furiously said, "What bad news is good news..."

Yang Jingxing guided: "As long as you accept me, bad news will become good news, and rumors will become good news, so attitude is everything..."

"Good idea!" He Peiyuan was in a dilemma, and could only vent: "You did it on purpose!"

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl, then at the mirror, and said, "It's really angry and beautiful."

He Peiyuan glanced at the mirror with hatred, and then raised her hand to strike at herself. Seeing the fierce look, it seemed that she wanted to scratch her pretty face. The strike was so heavy that the belly of her fingers deformed her eyes.

Yang Jingxing quickly grabbed the girl's wrist and compromised: "Okay, okay, ugly, ugly, okay."

What a pale lie, He Peiyuan still suffers from deep hatred.

Facing each other so close, and still controlled the girl's hand, Yang Jingxing seemed to have something wrong with his eyes, and he didn't make a cheap laugh anymore.

After a quick confirmation, He Peiyuan twisted her shoulders and grabbed her wrist, protesting, "Let go."

Yang Jingxing actually didn't use much force: "Then you are not allowed to violently treat the things I like."

He Peiyuan looked at her wrist which was still being controlled, and ruthlessly exposed: "You are the one who is being violent."

Yang Jingxing looked into the girl's eyes, smiled, and his hands became lighter.

He Peiyuan wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't find a suitable argument for a while, so she took her hand back first, and prepared the expression of accusation.

Yang Jingxing suddenly clasped his hands, his arms were long, and he was playing with two fifty-kilogram dumbbells. He pulled this slender girl so lightly that it seemed like nothing, and she was placed face to face and hugged her chest. .

Fortunately, although Yang Jingxing's movements were relaxed but not very quick, He Peiyuan had instinctive reaction time, instinctively sacrificing her hands to protect her head and body movements.

In just a second or two, under the warm-toned mirror headlights, a man and a woman who were at war before seemed to be in a hugging pose again.Of course, the actual situation was that Yang Jingxing was holding He Peiyuan's shoulders and back, and He Peiyuan's hands were raised on Yang Jingxing's chest, combined with the upper arms and elbows to form a barrier, so that the two people did not have close contact on the torso.

It was originally static, and it lasted for two seconds, but Yang Jingxing was not satisfied, he seemed to want to pull He Peiyuan tighter, and lowered his head to see He Peiyuan's face buried in the other side.

When the enemy moved, I moved. He Peiyuan buried her head and tried to push away with her hands. She probably touched the outline of the enemy's muscles. The girl's palm support became a fist, which reduced the contact area and tactile sensation.

It was also very short, and the situation changed slightly. If Yang Jingxing failed to steal the chicken, he still suffered a small loss. He Peiyuan's fists were placed at the height of her own chest, which almost prevented their torso contact.The top of He Peiyuan's head was slightly higher than Yang Jingxing's chin, so she had to rub the position a little, and her breath stroked the base of Yang Jingxing's neck.

Yang Jingxing might not dare to steal any more chickens, and He Peiyuan probably couldn't figure out the enemy's true and false intentions, so the two stood still again.

It's still Yang Jingxing who can't hold back, he still wants to see beautiful women, on the basis of maintaining the current progress, this scoundrel retracts his chin and pulls his neck back, trying to create an angle of sight.

He Peiyuan was amazing. Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she raised her fists up to her chin, changing from protecting her chest to covering her face. The face was still buried in her hands to feel at ease. She even shook her neck, but her movements were weak and her voice was weak. Feeling at the end of the battle: "Don't push me, give me some time."

Yang Jingxing thought about it for a while, but he didn't want to be too aggressive, and he put on a gentle look: "Okay."

After a few seconds of silence, He Peiyuan spoke again: "Then let go." After all, being surrounded, her tone was still slightly weak.

Yang Jingxing seemed reluctant, he hesitated for a while before slowly letting go of his embrace, and then he plucked his hair, and the hands he withdrew at the end did not forget to hold the girl's shoulders again.

The enemy had completely retreated, and He Peiyuan seemed uneasy, and turned around in a defensive posture. After turning around, she was still in the posture of protecting her face with her hands.But this posture also looks a bit like wiping tears, which is very pitiful.Especially the back view of He Peiyuan stepping back to her seat is really full of humiliation. The beautiful woman who justly and angrily scolded her consultant in the past has lost her spirited spirit at all. It seems that she dare not even take a big step.

Yang Jingxing was not as arrogant as a villain, he followed He Peiyuan and waited for He Peiyuan to sit down before he sat down.He Peiyuan turned her face away, not sure if she was angry or shameless.It seems to be ashamed to face people, because the neck and body are not so straight.

Yang Jingxing said softly: "Yuanyuan..."

He Peiyuan's face turned a little bit, she was a little angry besides the grievance, she raised her eyes to show that she heard Yang Jingxing's words.

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl and seemed to have nothing to say: "...Then can I pick you up tomorrow?"

He Peiyuan looked at Yang Jingxing again, and didn't immediately reject it decisively. It seemed that she was sincere after a little consideration: "You said it yourself, I just got into your car... If that happens every day, what do others think?"

"I don't care what other people think." Yang Jingxing was still eager: "Focus must have the awareness of focus, just like a celebrity, whoever you associate with, those eight wives will talk about it... nothing more than thinking that you have promised me."

"I didn't!" He Peiyuan was aggrieved, and explained anxiously: "...I only promise you to think about it for a while."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "So you can't refuse me to continue to fight, otherwise your consideration is meaningless and it will become a castle in the sky, right?"

After blinking twice while looking at each other, He Peiyuan still let go of her statement: "Struggling doesn't mean you have to pick me up from get off work..."

Yang Jingxing was willing to negotiate: "Then pick you up to work?"

Even worse, He Peiyuan stomped her feet under the table and shook her head again and again: "No!"

Yang Jingxing realized that he had been fooled, and regretted it: "Hmph, I should have kissed just now."

"How dare you..." He Peiyuan tried her best to pull herself together: "If you do that again..."

Yang Jingxing was still afraid of serious consequences, so he quickly comforted him: "Oh, I can't even think about it?"

"No." He Peiyuan was uncompromising, looking at the rascal's eyes as if she thought about it and did it, and she was guilty of the same crime!

Yang Jingxing was very obedient, so he made up his mind: "I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to kiss Yuanyuan, Himalayan monkey..."

He Peiyuan's punching action was quite fast, and this time it was not a deterrent, a real small jab with her right hand, fast out and fast back, only moving her arm without moving her body, and successfully hit the rascal's left shoulder joint.However, He Peiyuan is still not professional enough. After she closed her fist, she was protecting her neck instead of her head. Her face was wide open. It seemed that she wanted to upgrade her eyes to intimidate the opponent, or she just wanted to prove that she was a famous teacher and that she was just. punch.

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl freshly, smiled after seeing it, and said with a smile: "The current world is too outrageous, a girlfriend beats a boyfriend."

He Peiyuan raised her chin, and her deterrence turned into a sneer: "Are you from Weizhuang?"

Yang Jingxing smiled.

He Peiyuan stopped laughing, and stopped looking at Yang Jingxing, as if she had some prejudice against the table in front of her.

Yang Jingxing felt: "Is there another thread connected, the red thread?"

He Peiyuan protects her right arm with her left hand in a gesture of resistance.

Yang Jingxing made a fool of himself: "Slap me two more times."

He Peiyuan was unmoved.

Yang Jingxing remembered: "Oh, I haven't thought about it yet..."

"Ah..." As soon as He Peiyuan let out a cry, she seemed to have reached the limit of her patience: "Can't you talk properly?"

Yang Jing's behavior is difficult: "No, I'm a little confused about my identity, what identity says what to say, whether I am a suitor, or a prospective boyfriend who is going to become a regular, or waiting for fate to judge whether I am guilty or innocent... "

"What do you think?" He Peiyuan's eyes still seemed to have positive expectations or encouragement for the rascal.

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to waste the opportunity, and tried to be cautious: "I think, at least he is a suitor who has obtained permission."

He Peiyuan's usual tone: "You say so."

Yang Jingxing was very satisfied: "Okay, let's make a qualitative decision...then quantify it."

He Peiyuan became vigilant again: "You are not allowed..."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, tell me first, what if you don't allow it?"

He Peiyuan was in trouble again, she seemed unable to remember the specifics, but she still thought very hard: "... Let me give you an example, not necessarily about you, for example, the kind of people who give flowers publicly, I find it very boring."

Yang Jingxing nodded with a very difficult look: "Okay, I promise you this, I promise you with the pain of giving up love, then I will also say something..."

He Peiyuan immediately repented and shook her head again and again: "It's not, it's not, you wouldn't be like this, you're not this kind of person."

Yang Jingxing was obviously provocative: "Really? Are you sure."

After all, He Peiyuan is a girl's family. She is timid and has no courage. It seems that she really wants to say something cruel, but she can't say it...

"I promise not to send flowers publicly." Yang Jingxing is a businessman: "You have to promise me that you will accept the things you send in private."

He Peiyuan shook her head again: "No, no gifts are accepted, and you are not allowed to give them, especially expensive ones."

Yang Jingxing has nothing to love: "You just say that I can't do anything."

He Peiyuan asked: "Can I only give gifts to pursue girls?"

Yang Jingxing reasoned: "The purpose of giving a gift is not to chase after good or bad, it's the process, it's fun, it can make the girl you like happy, it's a sense of accomplishment and happiness..."

He Peiyuan is so ruthless: "I'm not happy, it's not a gift from my boyfriend, a real boyfriend."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, neither flowers nor gifts..."

He Peiyuan saw hope: "Are you afraid?"

Yang Jingxing was not afraid: "I'll save it for now, and when I become a regular, I will bring a gift with me to become a regular..."

(End of this chapter)