Seeing that his girlfriend was stunned and speechless by his irrefutable evidence, Yang Jingxing felt proud: "Sure enough, hard work pays off and God rewards hard work, otherwise I wouldn't be able to clean myself up even if I jumped into the Yellow River."

He Peiyuan, who was holding a bunch of evidence, lost all her momentum. She almost looked like a defendant, but there was still a trace of struggle in her eyes. She tapped the things in her arms with her chin, and the stubbornness in her eyes should be

It’s about trying your best: “I’m sure these belong to someone else.”

Yang Jingxing simply admired his opponent's wisdom: "You really won't give up until you reach the Yellow River. Then you can go through them all and watch them for a month..."

He Peiyuan was so nervous that she quickly turned her arms aside: "No!"

Yang Jingxing was a little disdainful again: "Come on, let's speak with facts."

"No..." The girl seemed to be at the end of her rope, and actually started to cheat, even stomping her feet: "You are not allowed to steal." Looking at her gaze, she was very worried about the evidence in the cabinet that she could not protect.

Yang Jingxing understood what the girl meant: "Then I won't give it away. I can't bear to part with it anyway."

He Peiyuan raised her face to look at the rogue, her expression gradually awakening from her despair and desperation. As soon as possible, she tried to shout unyieldingly: "Send it away, I didn't say not to send it." Unfortunately, her momentum did not recover.

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Then you decide for yourself." Seeing that the girl couldn't hold it anymore, he put the box in his hand on the stool in the middle and took it off again.

"Wait a minute..." He Peiyuan squatted down and put the woman she was holding in her arms on the bench, but she didn't dare to let go of her arms. She raised her head and tried to stare at the rogue, twisting her wrist joints and tapping herself.

Pointed, weakly and harshly: "You didn't make it clear, what is this?"

Yang Jingxing continued to present the facts: "This is the dress I brought to my wife on a business trip to Inner Mongolia..."

He Peiyuan gave a slight hum and nodded in general approval. After observing and thinking for a while, she moved the temporarily confirmed item to the right to avoid confusion.

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to rush, and waited until the girl had put the things in a safe place before pointing out the next item: "Love Full Moon Bracelet, thirty crystals are so beautiful..."

He Peiyuan lined up and held down the bags, and warned sternly: "I don't want you to talk about things, just talk about the time and place."

Yang Jingxing was stupid: "If you don't tell me what it is, how can I choose and send it?"

He Peiyuan raised her face and looked at the rogue, thinking about it with an almost impatient tone: "Don't worry about it, I know!"

Yang Jingxing also seemed to believe that his girlfriend had a clever plan, so he did as he was told: "Kiss Yuanyuan as I said a hundred days ago, you know..."

He Peiyuan would not let the other party get away with it: "When?" It was already a bit of a pressuring situation.

"One hundred days." Yang Jingxing confessed: "Just before I left, the 28th was written in it, a few days after the full moon anniversary."

He Peiyuan looked suspicious, pointing at the bag containing the big bag and randomly checking it and interrogating: "Where is this?"

Yang Jingxing did not dare to be impatient: "The first time I separated from Yuanyuan after I confessed my love was when I went to the Peking Opera Company."

He Peiyuan seemed to have some idea: "It was originally placed outside, why should it be put away?"

Yang Jingxing was still dissatisfied: "You don't want to take it, just leave it out to eat ashes. There are so many things."

He Peiyuan glanced at the cabinet and saw that it was indeed quite a lot, so she asked: "Who else has it?"

Yang Jingxing also took stock of it himself: "There are also benchmarks, standard parts, Xiao He's Xiaoyuan's, my girlfriend's, my wife's, my good friend's, my dream lover... He Peiyuan's little classmate, that's it.

many."

He Peiyuan frowned and pouted, almost getting angry: "Who is the lover of your dreams?"

"My dream lover hates receiving gifts..." Yang Jingxing continued to take evidence: "I chased her month after month, and every month I would choose a gift to take revenge on her!"

This time there were three items. He Peiyuan didn't take over: "Which month?"

Yang Jingxing placed them in order: "One, two, three."

He Peiyuan was reluctant to accept it. In fact, the contents could be roughly judged from the dust bag. The girl seemed to be dissatisfied, and she muttered silently with her little lips.

Yang Jingxing also recalled with excitement: "Finally, all the hard work paid off. The girl in my dreams agreed to be my girlfriend and we became a real couple. To commemorate this event and to tell myself that I must cherish it, I

On October 25th, that is, after I became Yuanyuan's boyfriend for two days, I used this to turn revenge into gratitude."

This bag was completely blank with no logo or text. He Peiyuan took a second look and asked, "What did you do in the first two days?"

Yang Jingxing generously admitted that he was proud: "I enjoyed it and got carried away."

He Peiyuan snorted disdainfully, still remembering the serious time issue: "Hurry up."

Yang Jingxing took out another one, hey: "I won't talk about this anymore, just commemorate it privately..."

He Peiyuan also humiliated herself. After being unwilling to give in, the rogue answer she got was to commemorate the first time they slept together. She was so angry that she almost threw it away. Fortunately, the other evidences were not obscene, and they all had their own names.

First, the commemoration of Yuanyuan's return to her alma mater for exchanges, the commemoration of Yuanyuan's great feat of cleaning the house, the self-warning that made Yuanyuan cry sadly. Yang Jingxing suspected that the lipstick was about to expire, so He Peiyuan reluctantly agreed to try it out as soon as possible.

The long bench, which is just over one meter long, has been stacked very densely, and several large bags can only be placed on the ground. He Peiyuan has to pay attention to some technical methods, and looks forward to: "Is it gone?"

There was also a clothing bag. Yang Jingxing took a look at it and confessed: "Strictly speaking, this is not for Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan doesn't care: "Give it to whomever you love."

Of course Yang Jingxing explained: "It's for her..." He dug into his bag and took out a photo and handed it to his girlfriend.

He Peiyuan glanced at it, initially casually, but turned into staring after discovering that it was a photo of herself. It was the photo of her smiling beautifully when she was seven years old, wearing a white shirt and a long skirt. This photo was also defiled by Yang Jingxing.

The rogue scanned the photo and combined it with his current self.

The photo in front of her was clean, just a scanned and enlarged print of the original version. He Peiyuan still looked at it carefully, as if she was shocked by her beauty when she was seven years old.

Yang Jingxing turned over the photo and showed his girlfriend the words written on the back of the photo: Thank you Yuanyuan for making me grow up so beautiful, outstanding and noble.

There was no date, but He Peiyuan seemed not to pursue the matter any longer. She raised her eyes and looked at her boyfriend: "...What? What?"

Yang Jingxing said: "The clothes are exactly the same, custom-made."

He Peiyuan looked at the bag, suspicious and a little sad: "How can it be exactly the same..."

Yang Jingxing was confident: "You'll know when you look back... you won't have the watch, right?"

He Peiyuan shook her head. After squatting for a long time, she slowly stood up and looked at the base of the large and small boxes on the stool.

Yang Jingxing thought again: "By the way, this time..." He jumped outside and took out his luggage.

He Peiyuan wanted to poke her head to see if there was anything else in the cabinet.

When Yang Jingxing took the latest evidence and went back into the cloakroom, he found that his girlfriend was using her mobile phone to try to take pictures from directly above the stool. However, there was a problem with the lighting design of this cloakroom. The light above the head would create obvious shadows downwards.

He Peiyuan glanced at her boyfriend while adjusting her position, and turned away proudly.

Yang Jingxing became more conscious, squatted down and tried to put the two boxes in his hands on the stool. He had to compress the previous items even more tightly.

"Don't move." He Peiyuan almost scolded her. She could only trust herself: "Give it to me."

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to show off, so he handed it over obediently, and then found out where his mistakes were through observation and learning. He shouldn't have stacked the two boxes, because the top was blocking the bottom. This kind of rigorous work of taking photos of evidence should not be done.

, wouldn’t it be much better to place it on its side?

The stool's cushion would be unstable, but He Peiyuan was smart enough to make the two boxes form a certain angle so that they would not fall over when the force was applied. She stood up and glanced at her boyfriend proudly.

Yang Jingxing is laughing.

He Peiyuan suddenly felt aggrieved: "What are you laughing at?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly: "Not smiling."

"You are laughing at me..." He Peiyuan was humiliated and angry, stamping her feet anxiously.

"No." Yang Jingxing tried to explain: "I'm happy to go home."

The look in He Peiyuan's eyes showed that she didn't believe the other person's explanation at all, but there was no relative around her. With a moan, the girl hurriedly got into the arms of the man who was laughing at her.

Yang Jingxing hugged his girlfriend and explained: "Yuanyuan is happy, why can't I just smile?"

He Peiyuan grabbed her boyfriend's waist and pushed her into her arms: "Husband..."

"what?"

He Peiyuan took a long breath: "...Is it true?"

Yang Jingxing patiently said, "I won't lie to you."

He Peiyuan turned to the left side of her face and pressed her grievance: "I always thought you were joking..."

Yang Jingxing said, "I will retaliate for my anger."

He Peiyuan put her forehead on her head again: "Husband... I'm so happy."

Yang Jingxing: "Me too."

After a moment of silence, He Peiyuan was still worried: "Then you are not allowed to laugh at me."

"No……"

He Peiyuan had already bounced away, wiped her eyes quickly, seemed to ignore it, and raised her phone to take pictures again. No matter how aggrieved, her beautiful face still had a pair of serious eyes, but she became anxious again while taking pictures: "It's too late!

"

Yang Jingxing also helped: "The key is grandma, aunt and Wang Hui..."

He Peiyuan solemnly took the last photo and put her phone into her pocket resolutely. She wiped her eyes again and became more serious and capable: "Wang Hui, Wang Hui, Wang Hui must choose from these...definitely."

Can’t choose clothes!”

Yang Jingxing was so stingy that he felt sick: "Lipstick?"

He Peiyuan shook her head and said, "It's all over the streets."

Yang Jingxing hummed.
To be continued...