Chapter 663 Itch

Liu Xiaoli was stunned, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Yang Lingyue waved: "Hurry up, it's a little itchy."

After that, he went into the inner bedroom.

Liu Xiaoli felt a little itchy in her heart, bit her lip, and took a few cotton swabs from her bag and followed into the bedroom. She saw that the other person had taken off his shoes and lay down.

"You really are..."

Yang Lingyue smiled and said: "I miss the smell of agarwood."

Liu Xiaoli ignored this and said with a stern face: "Go inside, how can I get it out for you."

Yang Lingyue patted the bedside and blinked, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Liu Xiaoli glared, but finally sat at the head of the bed. Yang Lingyue adjusted his sleeping position, then rested his head on it, and let out a long breath of comfort. He could feel that Sister Xiaoli was shaking a little, so he joked: "Sister Xiaoli, don't shake my ears so hard that they will go deafen me."

Liu Xiaoli stopped shaking instantly and patted his shoulder: "Then you still let me dig them?"

Yang Lingyue said softly: "My ears will be handed over to you in the future."

Liu Xiaoli saw that her hand was shaking again, and she twisted his head, let him lie on his side, and said softly: "Who dug them for you before?"

Yang Lingyue closed his eyes and said: "My teacher Yu."

Liu Xiaoli's movements were very gentle, and Yang Lingyue soon fell asleep, but he was gently patted: "Turn over."

So, the smell of agarwood became more real, sometimes light, sometimes strong.

Soon he fell asleep again.

Liu Xiaoli's face gradually became ruddy and a little hot.

She flew from Beijing to Shenzhen, and she only took off her coat. She didn't have time to change her clothes inside before she entered the house. She couldn't really change into thin clothes on the plane like a little girl. She was too focused on health preservation now.

Feeling Yang Lingyue's breathing become longer, she held his head and moved to a different position, and hurried to the bathroom to change clothes from inside to outside. Looking at the clothes she changed, she felt a little embarrassed: this dog man, if you don't have that mind, why are you teasing, don't you know the nature of a fifty-year-old woman?

Looking at the tightly closed bathroom door, looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but be a little dazed, and her eyes became blurred.

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Yang Lingyue slept deeply and sweetly. It has been a long time since she had such a high-quality nap.

After waking up, I found that Liu Xiaoli was gone. There was a note on the bedside table, which read:

"We went to the concert hall. You can come when you wake up."

Yang Lingyue went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she wiped her face, she caught a glimpse of a hanger on a hook on the wall. On the hanger was a piece of underwear, which was obviously washed.

There was no romantic idea, but she felt very uncomfortable.

After leaving the hotel, Yang Lingyue, who was alone, did not take a car. It only took about 20 minutes to walk to the concert hall. After all, it was only separated by the Civic Square and the Municipal Government, and there was only one stop on Metro Line 4.

Along the way, no passerby noticed that the leisurely young man was Yang Lingyue, because everyone was in a hurry.

After all, this is Shenzhen, a city that "doesn't want any bullshit love, but only wants to make money". People don't want love, let alone pay attention to a passerby.

When they walked halfway, Yang Lingyue stopped and called Jiang Rong.

"Old Jiang, book a room at the Four Seasons Hotel near the Shenzhen Concert Hall."

Jiang Rong didn't even pause: "Okay, boss, I'll arrange a car and give you information when it's ready."

"Okay."

Yang Lingyue responded and hung up the phone.

After arriving at the entrance of the concert hall, Yang Lingyue felt very annoyed that he had left his admission pass in the room, after all, he didn't go back to the room to get it.

The security guard knew Yang Lingyue and spoke very politely, but he just didn't let him in.

"If you don't have a pass, then let someone with a pass inside take it and sign it, and you can enter."

Yang Lingyue didn't make things difficult for the dedicated security guard, but just asked Liu Xiaoli to come out and pick him up.

After entering the door, Liu Xiaoli complained: "You are used to being served by others, and you forget things."

Yang Lingyue just laughed and didn't say much.

After entering the venue, Liu Xiaoli went backstage by herself, and he sat under the stands with the group of people who had lunch at noon, watching Tan Jing singing songs in military uniforms.

No one spoke, but just watched with a serious expression, but Yang Lingyue was enjoying it.

Half an hour later, Tan Jing sang "Songs of the Four Directions", and the girls of the Beauty Dance Troupe came on stage in ethnic costumes and danced the corresponding dances, and the same was true for the performers of ethnic instruments.

This also means that the rehearsal is about to end.

Liu Xiaoli on the side of the stage looked more tense than ever before, staring at the dancing girls, although this was just a rehearsal.

Ten minutes later, the rehearsal was completely over, and the audience applauded and was relieved.

Tan Jing walked down the stage, took the water cup handed over by the assistant, took a sip, and then walked in front of everyone.

Yin Qing said: "It's perfect."

Everyone agreed, and Tan Jing smiled.

The leader may have been comforting, but he didn't stop and adjust in the middle, so it was naturally perfect. I hope tomorrow will be better.

It was 5pm, and Tan Jing was about to retire. She would not say anything, let alone sing, so she called the Voice students who followed her to give them some instructions, said hello to everyone, and left the concert hall first.

As for the others, they naturally made corresponding arrangements, after all, everyone was a master, and there were many invitations.

Yao Nana, one of Tan Jing's students, walked to Yang Lingyue shyly and said, "Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?"

Yang Lingyue did not agree immediately, but looked at the other students with hope. At this time, Liu Xiaoli said, "Nana, do your own thing. Don't you understand why those people in your group asked you to come here?"

Yao Nana took Liu Xiaoli's arm and said coquettishly, "Auntie, I really can't refuse. Anyway, I just came here to talk and complete the task. I can't be too..."

Yang Lingyue smiled and said, "Auntie and I have to meet some investment bankers. You go, and listen to your mentor."

Liu Xiaoli's expression did not change at all. She just thought this was an excuse Yang Lingyue found to shirk. After all, there was no arrangement to meet with investment bankers.

The girls of the dance troupe were settled by her back to the hotel and strictly ordered not to leave the door until the end of the performance tomorrow. Then they will have two days off, and they can play as they like.

It was already 5:30 when they left the concert hall.

Liu Xiaoli offered to walk back to the hotel, and Yang Lingyue agreed.

However, it was not until the Civic Square, a forest path known as the "urban oasis", that Liu Xiaoli spoke: "What do you think of the girls' performance?"

Yang Lingyue nodded: "Very good, unexpectedly good, you've worked hard."

Liu Xiaoli whispered: "As long as you are satisfied."

They walked a few more steps in silence, and when they were about to leave the tree-lined path and reach the square, Yang Lingyue spoke: "Sister Xiaoli, be my woman."