Chapter Forty-Eight: What's in a Woman's Bag

Yang Yifan took out a toothbrush and squeezed two tubes of toothpaste on it. Looking at the toothbrush in his hand, Yang Yifan had a bitter and hateful expression. Stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth fiercely, and in less than a second, Yang Yifan spit it out, and then lay on the side of the basin with a violent cough, followed by a burst of retching.

It turned out that it was because he squeezed too much toothpaste, his mouth was full of toothpaste, his tongue, gums and even his throat were covered with toothpaste, and it would be strange if he didn't cough or retch! You must know that he usually brushes his teeth only a little, but this time he squeezed enough for two tubes! Although there is not much of a tube of toothpaste in the hotel, but both tubes are squeezed up, which is enough for him Yang Yifan to bear.

Yang Yifan threw away the toothbrush in his hand, and quickly drank a few sips of water to drain his mouth. Even after a long time, my mouth still smells of toothpaste.

Yang Yifan thought with a depressed face. Forget it, let's take a bath, it won't be so unlucky to take a bath.

Two bottles of shampoo and shower gel were used each, but there was nothing wrong this time, that is, Yang Yifan was about half a pound lighter. The two bottles of shower gel were useless, and Yang Yifan rubbed out a lot of old dirt.

It took more than an hour for Yang Yifan to finish taking a bath, and he was able to break the record for the longest bath for a man, and he was about to catch up with the average bath record for women.

After taking a refreshing bath and getting dressed neatly, Yang Yifan, who was refreshed, walked out of the bathroom. The fire in my heart has also dissipated a lot, and I don't know what unknown methods I used when taking a bath.

When I came out, I looked at the beautiful woman lying on the bed, she was still so beautiful, so intoxicating. It's a pity that no matter how beautiful she is, she doesn't belong to herself.

Yang Yifan pulled down the quilt covering the beauty. Of course, don't get him wrong, Yang Yifan is ready to stretch out his sinful hands. So far, he can bear it.

He saw that this beautiful woman's breathing was a little heavy, and her face was still flushed. Probably because the quilt was too thick and it was hot, so the empathetic Yang Yifan became the empathetic Yang Yifan.

After helping her pull the quilt down, she didn't see if it was useless, Yang Yifan took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the soft bed, took a dry towel and began to wipe the wet hair on her head.

But I began to regret using two packs of shampoo in the hotel to wash my hair, because once he lived in a hotel before, because he used the shampoo inside, he always had a lot of dandruff on his head, and it took a long time to recover. It shouldn't be so decaying this time, right?

Muttering in his heart, Yang Yifan suddenly felt a gust of wind hitting his back. Under the conditioned reflex, he was about to fight back, and suddenly smelled a sweet smell of a woman in his nose. It's that beauty.

There was no one else in the room except himself and the beauty, and it must have been the beauty who attacked him. Although I don't know why she attacked herself, with her white arms and tender legs, if she broke her fair and slender white legs with one blow, it would be really tyrannical.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifan's subordinates couldn't help but collect a little strength, let go of the fist that was struck, and turned their fists into palms, ready to push this woman away.

Who knew that as soon as it turned into a palm, the woman suddenly pounced and hugged Yang Yifan tightly. Yang Yifan was suddenly shocked, and tried to push her away, but with a little bit of strength, the woman exhaled in pain.

It turned out that she hugged her too hard, and her hands and feet were entangled. Yang Yifan pulled her hard, and she was reluctant to let go. was hurt by Yang Yifan like this, so he screamed out.

This voice startled Yang Yifan, and he quickly relaxed the pull on the woman, but the efforts he had just made were in vain, and the woman hugged him tighter.

Yang Yifan was also a little helpless, what is the situation? How could a good beauty become a koala in the blink of an eye?

But it's not a matter of holding it like this, and I'm ready to go home. I'm so big.,In addition to staying up all night on the Internet.,In addition to staying up all night playing games.,In addition to staying up all night fighting the landlord.。。。 It's not a time to not go home at night! I'm a good boy, and I can't go home at night.

With that beautiful woman hanging on her body, Yang Yifan walked around the room, and didn't find anything or think of any good way to get her off herself.

Hey, isn't that this woman's handbag, I don't know if there's anything in it that can improve my current predicament.

Picking up the woman's handbag from the ground, Yang Yifan slowly opened the zipper of the bag. In other words, this is the first time Yang Yifan has seen a woman's bag, and her mother doesn't carry a handbag, and the most she usually carries is a ----- basket.

Chu Ruoyi doesn't have a handbag, Chu's father and Chu's mother usually manage her very strictly, and they don't let her wear makeup, but because of this, she always looks plain, as charming as she is.

Although Chu's father and Chu's mother didn't buy it for Chu Ruoyi, they didn't let her buy any handbags and cosmetics by herself. But it's really good for her daughter, at least Chu's mother took advantage of the supermarket to hold a 1000 free 500 event, and bought her daughter a box of Dabao every day, as well as nine beautiful schoolbags, which are enough for her daughter's daughter to go to elementary school.

Because he hadn't seen it, Yang Yifan was extremely curious about what was in the woman's handbag. It's like when he was a kid and was curious about the difference between the women's toilet and the men's bathroom, and then secretly went in to find the answer. The tragic experience that happened later really made him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

So the ancients once said: curiosity kills cats. You must know that cats have nine lives, and they can kill themselves because of curiosity, let alone people?

This sentence tells us----- if you don't die, you won't die.

But just wondering what the inside of a tote bag doesn't go to the point of death, right? There's no way there's a grenade in it.

Yang Yifan still struggled a little in his heart, and the advanced education for many years told him that it was not right to flip through other people's things. I'll see if there's anything in it that can get a woman off of me, and I'm not going to rummage through her things. Yang Yifan was defending his filthy behavior in his heart, and the movements in his hands were indeed not slow at all.

When I opened the handbag, the first thing I saw was a pack of paper, and when I took out the paper, there was still a pack of paper underneath. continued to take it out, and Yang Yifan only saw the things under the paper after taking out four packs of paper.

Wiping the cold sweat on her forehead, women are also strange, why do you stuff so much paper into your bag? Yang Yifan, who is seriously inexperienced in this area, certainly will not understand how important it is for a woman to carry paper in her bag.

There's a bunch of keys under the paper.,I don't know which one is the key to her door.,It's too troublesome if you take each one with one.。。。 I'll order my own troops and take it away.

The most in the bag is makeup, but although it is said to be the most, there is actually only one foundation, a lipstick, and a small mirror. It seems that this woman doesn't usually like makeup very much.,Well... I don't like makeup, I like it, Yang Yifan thought in his heart.

I continued to rummage through the tote bag and saw nothing else in it. was about to put all the things he took out back again, when Yang Yifan suddenly pinched a hard thing in his bag. Looking along the hard place, there is actually a mezzanine here, gently open the mezzanine, there is a small diary inside, and a small stack of photos.