Chapter 532 When Have You Ever Seen Yang Lingyue Act Like a Child?

"Are you working?"

"Write something."

Liu Xiaoli said apologetically: "It seems that I disturbed you. I'll make a long story short. I just remembered what you said at the hotel about the cultural and creative projects and Shanghai TV. I wanted to ask you. After talking to you last time, I kept Sorting this out."

After Yang Lingyue poured a glass of water and handed it to Liu Xiaoli, he sat opposite her and talked about his contact with Wang Leiqing.

"Of course, you can also consider cooperating with them in the future."

Hearing Yang Lingyue's last words, Liu Xiaoli felt even more uncomfortable, and said: "You are also a shareholder of Hongxingwu, and the dance troupe will also be under its umbrella. Shouldn't these be your considerations? You also said that you would help me operate it. of."

It is said that after she returned to the room, she wanted to go to sleep early and wake up in the early morning, so she could catch up on the plane and catch up on her sleep. This was what everyone thought. After all, she would be able to work normally after arriving in New York.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't fall asleep, thinking about Yang Lingyue's deliberate alienation after the conversation that day, and I felt a sense of resentment.

Thinking that I want you to keep your distance, you just keep it? How can you be so cold-blooded?

Then I thought about how Yang Lingyue had done so many things since he came to the Magic City, and now he is still sleeping next door...

Feeling that I was irrational, but unable to control my true feelings, I thought of an excuse and left the room.

Regarding Liu Xiaoli's rather resentful words, Yang Lingyue felt a little baffled, what the hell.

He knew it well, but he didn't expect Liu Xiaoli to persist for so many days.

"What you taught me is that I was negligent."

Faced with Yang Lingyue's apology, Liu Xiaoli blurted out: "I think you are just teasing me and don't take me to heart at all."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Xiaoli woke up with horror. How could she say such a thing? The ambiguity was too big.

Yang Lingyue couldn't help but sigh, the old house was really on fire - there was no way to save it.

"I, I mean..."

Yang Lingyue seemed not to notice Liu Xiaoli's urgency and shame, and said slowly: "I understand that it is true that the group has too many affairs in the past two days. At first, I thought that the dance company would develop early, so I cut this part of the idea. Since I said It’s up to me to run it, so of course I’ll do it, and we’ll talk about it after we finish the first step.”

After Yang Lingyue finished speaking, Liu Xiaoli stood up and said, "Well. It's okay. I'll go back first."

Yang Lingyue stood up and said goodbye: "Okay, go and have a rest. If you can, sleep for a while."

Liu Xiaoli turned her back and said: "You too, stop writing, you worry about so many things every day."

Yang Lingyue responded with a smile.

After that, Yang Lingyue closed the computer, turned off the lights, and fell asleep.

But I only slept for 5 hours. The alarm clock rang, I stretched, put on my clothes, left the hotel and ran along the street. Everything was quiet, except for the occasional plane flying over and the same number of cars. Drive by the roadside.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already 5 o'clock.

People in the team also got up one after another, because occasionally the door was open.

After washing up, he gathered everyone and went out together.

Except for Yang Lingyue and Wu Zhigang, everyone was a little depressed.

Liu Xiaoli was even worse. She didn't even feel asleep and her head was a little dizzy.

Looking at Xingren's high spirits, he just sighed that it was great to be young.

But from the hotel to the airport, the situation was much better.

Hongqiao Airport has a dedicated terminal for business jets. You can go through the same security check and customs, but the speed is slightly faster and the itinerary is more secretive.

After completing a set of procedures, we got on the shuttle bus and boarded the plane.

Coincidentally, the crew was still the same as last time, just a little more enthusiastic.

Before Yang Lingyue boarded the plane, he silently looked up at the gray sky, but his head was empty and he did not dare to set any flags.

Although this action lasted only a brief second, it was seen by everyone except Wu Zhigang. After all, he was the second passenger to board the plane.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little emotional but also found it a little funny. She felt that Yang Ling was more real like this, and that he was also afraid of something unscrupulous.

Twenty minutes after we sat down, the plane took off.

Compared with civil aviation, thanks to better engines that can fly in the stratosphere of 12,000 meters and low air resistance caused by excellent fuselage structures, business jets fly at better speeds and altitudes, and are naturally more stable, except for climbing And during the descent stage, there will be basically no bumps.

To give an example on the ground, it is the difference between a bus and a Rolls-Royce.

The time difference between Shanghai and New York is 12 hours, and the departure time is 7 a.m. on October 24, which means that when you arrive in New York, the local time is still 7 a.m. on October 24.

During the flight, you can naturally catch up on your sleep.

Unlike the sluggish people who had just come out of the hotel, everyone was much more awake now, but they were still reluctant to talk.

More than half an hour after taking off, we reached the stratosphere and started having breakfast.

Liu Xiaoli has been avoiding Yang Lingyue and just chatting with two people in her team.

Yang Lingyue didn't take it seriously. He and Wu Zhigang were chatting.

This guy is pretty awesome. He studied level 8 first and was admitted to the Wushu Department of Beijing Sports University at the age of 20. He enlisted in the army as a freshman and served in Yun Province for 5 years. He had a great future for 5 years, but he was discharged from the army for some reason.

Because I didn’t say anything, I just felt very sad and unwilling when I talked about it.

Yang Lingyue was also very sorry and said sincerely: "If you still want to return to the army, maybe I can help you ask."

Wu Zhigang was silent for a long time, but still shook his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, no need. The army later asked me to go back, but I refused."

Yang Lingyue raised his eyebrows: "You are not Guoan, right?"

Wu Zhigang was stunned at first, then twitched his mouth, what kind of brain circuit is this big boss.

Yang Lingyue laughed: "But you don't look like it either. I'm a bit pressed for time this time, and I really want to learn how to shoot a gun."

Wu Zhigang smiled for a rare time and said: "Mr. Yang's hands are used to write articles, so let's get the gun."

"You are right, once I know how to play, I might want to get one. Carrying a sharp weapon and killing intent is not good, not good."

Yang Lingyue can actually get a gun legally now, but it's a bit troublesome, so he can only pretend to be cool at home, which is basically useless, and he has to report it regularly.

"Old Wu, can you teach me Level 8?"

"That's no problem."

Yang Lingyue was immediately excited and asked curiously: "At my age, can I practice real kung fu now?"

Wu Zhigang twitched his mouth: "It depends on each person's physical condition, as well as comprehension and persistence. Age is not a problem. Level 8 can only be learned seriously after the age of 16."

Yang Lingyue felt that his body was very strong, and then asked: "Do I need to become a disciple?"

"That's not necessary."

Not only Wu Zhigang felt that Yang Lingyue was a little out of place at the moment, but the people around him, especially Liu Xiaoli, had never seen Yang Lingyue like a child.