night sky flight

On the plane to the United States, Yang Xinghe tossed and turned nervously, and the people next to him also opened their eyes for a while, and closed them for a while, not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong with you? Are you airsick?"

Yang surnamed He nodded, and Ji Muchen knew how uncomfortable he was when he saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the stewardess and ask for airsickness medicine."

Yang Xinghe nodded with his eyes closed, and said "hmm" softly.

Ji Muchen unbuckled his seat belt, got up and walked behind the curtain, and after a while he took the stewardess back to the side of the seat.

The stewardess took out two pills for airsickness and handed them to Yang Xinghe, then put a glass of warm water on the ground for him to take.

After covering him with the quilt, he left slowly.

Ji Muchen asked the stewardess not to reveal their itinerary before sitting down.

Seeing Yang Xinghe slowly recovering his complexion, the whole person also calmed down, and then he sat down in peace.

Yang Xinghe was full of doubts, closed his eyes and said nothing, pretended to sleep and escaped.

Yang Xinghe knew in his heart that the gap between the two people was not only the family gap, gender factors, but also the blank 6 years. To be precise, there were already problems between them before the college entrance examination.

Ji Muchen also knew in his heart that if all the problems were not clarified, it would be impossible for him to regain his elusive heart.

Looking at him sitting there, Ji Muchen knew that he was pretending to sleep with his eyelashes trembling slightly. Seeing his forbearance, he couldn't help but want to kiss him hard.

He thought so, and did the same, his kiss was like a storm, eager and crazy, wanting to completely smash this disobedient hard bone, make him surrender with all his heart, and never allow him to push away again.

It was already late at night in the United States when the plane landed, and after the two of them settled down in the hotel, Yang Xinghe remembered to call his agent.

When Liu Xiangjun heard the plan of the two, he cursed like crazy, "Yang Xinghe, are you crazy! If it is revealed that you are married with the same sex, do you know what will happen?!"

Yang Xinghe silently held the phone a little farther away, so he could hear clearly without pressing the speakerphone.

"Let's not talk about marriage." Liu Xiangjun knew that Ji Muchen would protect him, so he didn't need to worry too much.

"Did you like the script I gave you before?"

Liu Xiangjun has been planning for a long time, but decided to let him cross-border to start acting. Yang Xinghe has a lot of black material, although it is all fabricated, but it will still have some influence. In addition, there are few music programs recently, and the program group rarely invites black material. With so many artists, the weight has been repeated, but it is still decided to let him start acting.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xinghe's expression collapsed, "I don't like those few scripts very much, there are too many bugs, and it took more than half a year to shoot..."

After Yang Xinghe finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Ji Muchen who had just come out of the bathroom. He had just left for half a year after getting married, so he definitely wouldn't do it with this vinegar vat.

If the production team is good and the script is good, it's fine, but there is nothing, just a long and stinky broken game.

"It's hard to find a good script now. With all kinds of big IP changes, you are a newcomer in the entertainment industry, so it's hard to find a satisfactory one."

Yang Xinghe responded in a low voice, "I don't have to be filming either, let's take a good rest at this stage."

"Still resting, how long have you been resting... Don't you know that the whole family in the studio is waiting for you to eat?"

Yang Xinghe kept his mouth shut and didn't quarrel with him. Liu Xiangjun is a well-known manager in the industry. He naturally understands that resources can't wait, and only children who can cry can have milk. There are so many entertainers, big and small, in the entertainment industry. Much also equals high heat.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you. You too..." Liu Xiangjun wanted him to pay attention to his newlyweds, but he was a little embarrassed to say, "Be careful, the United States is not safe."

Yang Xinghe hung up the phone, and Ji Muchen had already dried his body. He was wearing a white towel around his lower body. His waist with 8-pack abs was strong, and he was obviously working out.

He hugged Yang Xinghe from behind, licked his earlobe lightly, and the sound of panting sent out a warm current along his neck, which made Yang Xinghe shiver.

On the eve of their wedding, neither of them could bear it.

The next day, Yang Xinghe slept comfortably. Last night, Ji Muchen exerted himself and moved his waist away. Even if he woke up, he still lay on the bed and had no intention of getting up.

Ji Muchen heard the movement in the room, opened the door and walked in, saw the shirtless man lying on his side with his back to him, and saw that pair of sexy waists when he was exercising last night, as if shouting Tell him to keep dripping "strength".

With a white and stylish back, wide shoulders and waist, buttocks that are sticking up, Ji Muchen completely took revenge for the anger that drove him away last night.

Yang Xinghe turned around and was about to get up, Ji Muchen gently sipped a drink on his lips, put a bathrobe on him, and led him to the living room.

It was already high in the sun, and it was already lunch time.

Ji Muchen thoughtfully called the hotel service, and a table of meals was served.

Yang Xinghe sat on the side, rubbed his hands and began to eat, "You still remember that I like sweets."

Ji Muchen opened all the dishes, all of them are western food, there is no better choice, but desserts, sweets with water. "Well, it forced me to eat a lot of sweets in the past few years."

"why?"

"In the next few decades, we will always accommodate each other."

Yang Xinghe pursed his lips and smiled, and began to eat, "What are the arrangements for the afternoon?"

Sitting opposite him, Ji Muchen helped him cut the steak and put it in front of him, "The company still has something to do, I can only stay here for three days, but you can be my plane back."

Yang Xinghe took a bite of the steak and nodded, "I don't worry if you drive."

"The auditorium and the godfather are all in touch."

The hotels in Las Vegas all have their own casinos and auditoriums. After all, everyone is here to play, and there are too many things to do if you are not calm.

Ji Muchen had some hesitation in his heart. The ceremony hadn't been held yet, so he always felt uneasy, "Is there any problem?"

"No." Yang Xinghe said with certainty.

Ji Muchen smiled, looking at his winking eyes, he was very happy.

"It's not very grand. If you want something more luxurious, I can also arrange it."

Yang Xinghe shook his head, picked up the wine glass, "Happy wedding, Mr. Ji."

Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to be hypocritical. Two people are affectionate, and no one is equal.

The wedding went smoothly, with a godfather, several service staff, a couple of grooms, simple but romantic decoration, solemn and grand.

The two made official registrations in the United States and returned to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Xinghe was hugged by Ji Muchen before he could react.

"Mr. Yang, happy wedding."

Yang Xinghe patted him, let Ji Muchen put down, rubbed his waist, turned and went back to the room, and left a sentence, "Back hurts, no benefits today."

Ji Muchen looked at his running back, and pursed his lips in satisfaction.

It doesn't matter, there are still decades to come to make his heart ache.

After Yang Xinghe washed, he lifted the quilt and lay down. Before he could lie still, he was dragged to his side by Ji Muchen. The half-soft but not hard stick was stuck in the key point evenly. Really curled up in his arms.

"Let's talk?" Yang Xinghe fought to open his arms, and said face to face seriously.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Muchen's voice was a little stiff, his big arms wrapped around him, sliding up and down his back.

"Will there be any impact on your family? After all, not everyone can accept this kind of thing."

"That family is not important to me." He doesn't care whether he is a rebellious man, after all, one is a cheating man, the other is a mistress who destroys the family, and the other is a younger brother who regards him as an enemy.

Ji Muchen closed his eyes to avoid talking, but Yang Xing was relentlessly worried.

He opened his eyelids, and his hands gained strength.Said impatiently, "I want to be with you. I have been waiting for six years. Nothing can stop me. I will protect you and not let anything become a threat to us."

Ji Muchen said calmly, and Yang Xinghe was moved when he heard it. He worked hard, kept himself busy, and made himself strong. It is impossible not to have a shred of hope in his heart that he can be enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with his family.

After all, Ji Muchen closed his eyes and lay down ready to fall asleep, Yang Xinghe looked sideways at Ji Muchen's sleepy eyes and smiled knowingly.

After confirming the official husband-wife relationship, the two of them seemed to be more aboveboard in the airplane toilet on the return flight than before.

After getting off the plane, Yang Xing went to the company before changing the time difference.

"Brother Liu, you are really getting more and more handsome." Yang Xinghe knew that marrying Ji Muchen was a big deal, so he flattered Liu Xiangjun.

Liu Xiangjun gave him a big roll of his eyes, and then gave him the plan. "Look, I'll go to the conference room later."

Yang Xinghe nodded, opened it obediently and looked at it, music program tutor?

I thought it was another script before I opened it.

"It looks complicated."

"Well, it's hard to win. Choose a girl group, sing and dance, and look pretty. Some of them should be more controversial and cause heat."

Yang Xinghe closed the planning case, talent shows are all clichés, they started with a fair start, watched the "performance" of the players in the process, and then decided the champion.

For Yang Xinghe, this is not music, but acting in disguise.

After talking about work, Liu Xiangjun turned around in his chair, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

Yang Xinghe looked at him and smiled, "He treats me very well, don't worry."

The two of them looked at each other knowingly. It has been 6 years, and they have already practiced a tacit understanding of what I guess.

"However, the director of this music show is a very good person. You may be able to really pick some talents and sign them into the studio, which is also good for us."

Xinghe thought about it for a while. He has recently decided to make Chinese hip-hop music popular again in the American music circle. If he can have more talents, he may be able to create a world for Chinese music.