Chapter 866 Dancing on the Edge of a Knife

Yang Ling, who had just woken up from his afternoon nap, walked out of the back room and saw Yang Lan sitting on the tea seat.

Yang Lingyue frowned subconsciously.

But Yang Lan is just like when we first met, with exquisite makeup, neat short hair, a small white suit with mid-sleeves, a mid-length black skirt underneath, stockings, and high heels, so elegant, generous, and full of smiles .

"director."

Hearing this title, Yang Ling became more and more happy. She was really a smart woman.

"Sit down."

After Yang Lan sat down, she poured him a cup of tea and said, "I'm really convinced by you."

Yang Lingyue glanced at her and knew what she meant.

"Delegating power does not mean losing rights. Don't compare me to Qianlong, I am the founder."

Yang Lan was choked, and she was really ready to say: You are Qianlong and became the Supreme Emperor...

"Sunshine Fund has been cancelled, and Sunshine TV has also completed its privatization. Although there is no divorce, we hired a lawyer to sign an agreement and the division was clear. I have completed what you told me. Thank you for letting him go."

Yang Lan said and gave him another cup of tea.

Yang Lingyue drank it all in one gulp: "They told me not to mention this in the future, just work hard and live a good life. When you open that jewelry store in Magic City, Bingbing will go there to support you."

"Thank you. I really don't need to ask the person who canceled the Sunshine Fund card?"

"No, the little bastard bared his teeth at me because he didn't know how to deal with people. He didn't bite me, so he was dragged back by his parents. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to hold on with a big stick and refuse to let him go."

Yang Lan looked in disbelief: "Really?"

Yang Lingyue didn't shy away from it: "My ancestors licked blood from the tip of a knife. If the younger generation can't enjoy any blessings, why do they work so hard? I am a grateful person."

Yang Lan pursed her lips: "You are not, because you are about to have a son. If your children and grandchildren are unworthy and something like this happens in the future, you also hope that someone will let him go, otherwise your struggle will be meaningless. "

Yang Lingyue, who was told a part of his thoughts, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Nine-tailed fox, fuck you."

After being scolded, Yang Lan smiled even more happily.

Yang Lingyue couldn't help but move her index finger. She also wanted to give her something sweet, so she waved.

Her bright blue eyes smiled like the moon. She stood up and unzipped the side of her skirt...

While Yang Lingyue was leaning on the chair to admire it, he cursed "bad luck" in the middle and remembered that this woman's menstrual period was almost the same as that of Sissi.

He said very righteously: "Get dressed, what are you talking about?"

Although Yang Lan put on her clothes obediently, she winked again and she saw him adjust his position.

She threw off her high heels and stepped on the ground with her black stockings. She walked in front of him and then looked down from down to up.

Yang Lingyue glanced at the office door subconsciously.

"It's locked."

"Well...it was premeditated."

"Nunu just wants to get a reward."

Yang Lingyue touched her cheek: "That's right."

After a while, Yang Lingyue said softly: "You just said that I plan for future generations, which is right or wrong. It's just that I felt something after reading "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring"."

"Well...I...well, I thought you could speak "Ventriloquism"."

"I have a good ear and have nothing to say."

Yang Lan looked at him sideways: "Will you come back later? You have to let me prepare."

Yang Lingyue frowned: "Where did your fucking knowledge go?"

Yang Lan was stunned and opened his mouth, now? Discuss knowledge?

Yang Lingyue said dissatisfiedly: "Let me ask you, what is the last sentence of the article "Peach Blossom Spring"?"

Yang Lan thought for a while and then said hesitantly: "Liu Ziji of Nanyang is a noble scholar. Hearing about it, he happily went there. However, he failed to find the disease and ended up with no one interested in him."

Yang Lingyue looked at the ceiling and exhaled: "Yes, noble people have been looking for it all their lives, and they can't find it until they die. How can ordinary people like us find it, so we should recognize the reality clearly, just like the people in the book , the best solution is to stop caring.”

Yang Lan was a little touched. Is this man finally going to be like Guang?

So much so that she burst into tears. She didn't want the man to see her ugly appearance, so she trotted to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I suddenly remembered my eighteen years old, but I turned around and threw it away. I still prefer the present and the future. After swallowing, I said to myself: "Time will beautify a person's memory. It’s not pretty at all.”

When he came back to his senses, he discovered that there was still a stick of instant noodles on his cheek.

Then I cleaned it until there was no trace left. Then I regained my dignity, took another soft towel, and left the bathroom.

"Director, can you record an interview on the 8th?"

"Is there a theme?"

"Do you want me to give you an outline?"

Yang Lingyue paused and said: "The morning of the 8th is the celebration party for "The Wind". Let's do it in the afternoon, right here."

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

Then Yang Lan neatly put on her coat, took her bag and went out.

Only then did Yang Lingyue notice that this bitch wasn't locked at all, damn it.

I couldn't help but laugh. Nine-tailed fox, nine-tailed fox, I think too much.

He didn't know whether Yang Lingyue would be like Guang Tongchen, but he knew that there were some things that he would no longer force.

After drinking tea for a while, I started drawing the storyboards of "The Martian". Different from the previous movies, perhaps a comic strip is more appropriate. It is basically a drawing of a movie.

Until 5 o'clock, not far from the elevator entrance of the C14 parking area of ​​the Capital Airport, Yang Lingyue leaned against a car and played with his mobile phone.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties glanced at him several times before speaking: "Director Yang, right? Are you picking someone up?"

Yang Lingyue echoed: "Yes, you are picking someone up too?"

"Yes, picking up my wife and children. Your movie is so great, I have watched it twice."

Yang Lingyue smiled and said: "Thank you for your love, it would be a waste to watch it twice. Baozi Video will be available soon, and the money for one ticket is enough for three months of membership."

"Can we take a photo together? My daughter likes you very much."

The middle-aged man walked towards him and reached into his pocket.

"Okay."

Yang Lingyue subconsciously became alert, and Wu Zhigang beside him was the same, so he said, "I'll take a photo for you."

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the camera mode, and handed it to Wu Zhigang who walked up: "Okay, thank you."

Yang Lingyue smiled and took a photo with the middle-aged man.

Then Yang Lingyue noticed that the middle-aged man put his hand into his arms, and his hair stood up instantly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

When Wu Zhigang saw it, his pupils shrank instantly.

The middle-aged man's hand was still in his arms, and he said coldly: "Don't shout, don't move, we only want money, not life, let your bodyguard and driver behave."

At the same time, two people wearing baseball caps and masks on both sides rushed towards Wu Zhigang.