Uncle Zhou?
Zhou Yiyang resisted the urge to hit her and forced a rather unfriendly smile: "I told you, don't call me so old. I always think I'm quite young."
Zhang Yiling covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, then nodded vigorously: "Of course, you are not old. Brother Yang, do you usually live alone in such a big house?"
"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang glanced at Zhang Yiling, determined not to let her look lonely at all. "But it's nice to live alone. It's quiet."
"No wonder it's so messy." Zhang Yiling's answer made Zhou Yiyang's next words stuck in his throat.
"I thought a wealthy man like you would have a lot of servants in your house! Let them take care of your daily life."
This time, Zhou Yiyang shook his head again and said seriously, "I don't really like the feeling of having servants living in my house. I think most Chinese people don't like it. But I hire someone to clean every week. You think it's messy because I haven't been back for a while."
"Yeah, I forgot." Zhang Yiling naturally cleaned up the garbage on the coffee table for Zhou Yiyang before sitting on the sofa. "You've all been in Beijing for a while! What's it like to watch the Spring Festival Gala live?"
"Experience?" Zhou Yiyang also sat down. He smiled and said, "I don't feel any difference. The Spring Festival Gala isn't like a concert. It's impossible for the whole audience to stand up."
"Then I'm not envious," Zhang Yiling said, her lips curled. "But it would be very touching to hear 'Invisible Wings' live. I love this song so much. I think I'll think of it whenever I run into trouble while filming a movie in the future."
"You have more than just invisible wings," Zhou Yiyang joked. "Your background means you won't encounter too many problems as a director."
Zhang Yiling was at a loss for words after hearing this. She also knew that with her grandfather Zhang Yingyuan around, it would be much easier for her to do this job.
She could easily book Su Yin as her leading lady, get Zhou Yiyang to revise the script for her, and even convince investors to invest in her film.
This is something that other new actors can't even imagine.
"But I have my low moments too!" Zhang Yiling turned on the TV, only to find it was a rerun of the Spring Festival Gala. "Brother Yang, don't you ever have moments where you feel like your life is miserable and meaningless?"
Zhou Yiyang immediately shook his head. How could he admit that he had a moment of emo when he just got home? Fortunately, he has now completely adjusted.
"Of course not." Zhou Yiyang shook his head and said with a smile: "Who am I? I'm rich, young, and good-looking. How could I be sad?"
"That's right," Zhang Yiling nodded, obviously convinced by Zhou Yiyang: "How could someone like you, a true winner in life, be sad?"
Zhou Yiyang was a little embarrassed by her praise. "It's okay. As far as China is concerned, there are many people who are more successful than me. By the way, have you eaten since you got off the plane? Are you hungry?"
Before Zhang Yiling could answer, her stomach growled softly. "Okay, I'm definitely hungry. So, Brother Yang, what kind of food are you planning to treat me to? Should I ask Sister Susu for some gourmet food tips?"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yiyang waved his hand and said with a swagger, "Let's go to dinner with your brother Yang. We won't choose the right one, just the most expensive one. I know there's a new Huaiyang restaurant in the city center. I heard it's of very high quality, even higher quality than those so-called Japanese restaurants."
Zhang Yiling didn't know much about food, but she understood one simple truth: all the food in China was much more delicious than what she had eaten in Australia.
She clapped her hands happily like a little kid. "That's great! I'll go take a shower and change my clothes. Yeah, luckily I brought a lot of clothes."
Zhou Yiyang watched Zhang Yiling walk into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. Fortunately, his villa didn't have much else, but it had plenty of rooms, including five bathrooms.
He was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, but he felt inexplicably irritated.
"I'm kind of predictable after watching this Spring Festival Gala for the second time," Zhou Yiyang commented sarcastically, changing the channel. "Movie channel, pretty good."
But after watching for a while, Zhou Yiyang changed the channel again. Who would have thought that the movie channel on New Year's Day would broadcast such a bad movie.
He simply took out his cell phone and mechanically glanced at the trending searches.
The hot searches are still full of joy, and there are no earth-shattering melons.
In the bathroom, Zhang Yiling had taken off all her clothes.
She chose not to soak in the tub, but took a quick shower.
When the hot water washed away the fatigue of the journey, she walked to the mirror.
The heat covered her body, leaving only her beautiful face exposed.
She suddenly patted her hands vigorously, then smiled at the mirror:
"Zhang Yiling, come on!"
She didn't expect that she would actually muster up the courage to ask for ten days off, then quickly buy a nearby plane ticket and fly back to China.
When Zhang Yiling came out, Zhou Yiyang still maintained the same posture as before, watching TV with an expressionless face.
However, the content on TV made Zhang Yiling a little confused: "Brother Yang, so you like watching TV shopping guides?"
Zhou Yiyang hummed at first, then realized something was wrong and immediately shook his head: "I'm looking at my phone!"
He looked up and saw Zhang Yiling who had just walked out of the bathroom.
Now she was wearing a light blue tulle dress with a sparkling pendant hanging on her chest, which made her skin look even whiter.
Zhang Yiling looks much more serious like this, if you ignore her hair.
"Brother Yang, do you want to change your clothes?" Zhang Yiling smiled. When she sat next to Zhou Yiyang, she exuded the fragrance of shower gel.
"No need," Zhou Yiyang stood up immediately: "Let's go out first! I just called to reserve a private room."
The two of them drove away from the villa area. Zhang Yiling leaned against the window and looked out, and found that most of the villas had no lights on.
If she hadn't come, would Zhou Yiyang feel lonely?
Zhang Yiling quickly rejected her ridiculous idea. Zhou Yiyang was so rich, he could use his money to buy a lot of happiness that she couldn't imagine, so how could he be lonely!
When they arrived in the city center, Zhang Yiling discovered that despite the online rumors that first-tier cities like Shanghai would become deserted during the Spring Festival, there were still so many people in the city center.
Almost everyone was in groups, with pure smiles on their faces, and the happy atmosphere infected the entire street.
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