In the early morning, the morning sun is rising.

Ye Xiangdong opened his eyes in a daze, and the afterglow drifted to Qianying not far away.

"Awake?" Yang Ying'er put the breakfast she had just made on the table and smiled.

"Hmm~~~" Ye Xiangdong leaned over and snorted.

This person, I really can't be idle, the whole person has become very lazy, the sun is drying my buttocks, but the sleepiness in my bones is still very strong, so I want to hug the quilt and lie quietly.

Seeing this, Yang Yinger stuck out her tongue mischievously and slapped Ye Xiangdong's big ass hard.

Syllable!

The sound was particularly loud and echoed in the empty room for a long time.

Ye Xiangdong reflexively jumped up, blushed, and said in annoyance: "Why are you beating me!"

"Who told you not to get up." Yang Ying'er took a step forward confidently, pointed to the breakfast on the table and said, "Go wash up, and then eat the love breakfast I specially prepared for you." ”

Breakfast of love? It seems to be very loving.

After hurriedly washing up, Ye Xiangdong sat at the table and looked at the so-called love breakfast.

What?

Just toast, fried eggs and milk!

But does this have anything to do with a love breakfast?

Could it be that cutting fried eggs into heart shapes is a love breakfast?

Well, that's not the point.

The point is why bread and eggs are black!!

And it's very dark and dark, so this can't be the legendary dark cuisine, right?

Ye couldn't help but sigh, full of heart, eating such a breakfast, it is really touching and tormenting, I really want to ask: Beauty, you are so tired, do you know it?

"Hey, what kind of eyes are you? Although this face is really ugly, the taste is still quite good, can you try it? Yang Yinger was a little aggrieved, this was the first time in her life that she tried to make breakfast, and she asked the chef of the hospital restaurant for a long time before she was willing to let her fry eggs and toast by herself, I don't know if it was too subjective, she tasted it and felt good, except that it was a little burnt.

Look at the pitiful eyes, bulging cheeks

Hey, what else can I say?

If you don't eat it, you're a sinner.

"Woo woo~~~ It's so delicious."

Ye Xiangdong swallowed it with tears in his eyes, opened his mouth and devoured it, drank a large mouthful of milk, and spit out.

"Delicious, right? I'll just say, Miss Ben is quite talented as a chef. Yang Ying'er's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her pupils bloomed with a thick smile, looking very satisfied.

Ye someone, with a clear conscience, stretched out two thumbs up to her and gave her a thumbs up.

"Hmm." Yang Ying'er raised her head, like a little princess returning from victory, and pushed her share in front of Ye Xiangdong magnificently, and said with a smile: "For the sake of your face, I will also give you this one." ”

“”

After breakfast, Yang Yinger packed up Ye Xiangdong's things, in fact, there was nothing to clean up, nothing more than the newly bought clothes and a guitar in the United States, and after loading it in three or two clicks, she asked: "When will the ticket be booked?" ”

"It's past 9 o'clock tonight." Ye Xiangdong replied with a light smile.

"That's it" Yang Ying'er pursed her lips, quickly turned around and said with a smile: "Then will you go out with me to play for a while?" After all, there aren't many such opportunities. ”

"Why wait, go now." Ye Xiangdong is a hot kang head, what he thinks of is what, he rarely cares about the consequences, immediately changes into a hearty clothes, takes Yang Yinger's hand and goes straight out.

Star-studded Hollywood Heights, dreamy Universal Studios, and luxurious Beverly Hills

Throughout the day, the two barely stopped, traveled all over Los Angeles, and of course, in most cases, just took a quick look, took a photo, and left footprints.

Sit in the middle of a bustling square.

People came and went, the wandering singers on the side of the road sang with their voices, the pigeons in the square not far away were frightened, flapping their wings and flying, Ye Xiangdong took the camera card and wiped it, and put Yang Yinger and such a beautiful scenery into the photo.

"Tired, aren't you? Take that break and surprise you. Ye Xiangdong mysteriously pulled Yang Ying'er to sit in the rest area.

"What is it?"

Yang Ying'er was very curious, Ye Xiangdong's surprises were always so pleasing and moving, and her eyes were firmly locked on his figure.

I saw Ye Xiangdong running to the open space not far away, an old artist wearing a pair of reading glasses, copying a certain figure on the drawing board, and such an idea flew out of his mind.

Could it be that the old man drew a sketch for the two of them?

Hey, if Ye Xiangdong could draw, it would be even better.

But soon, this kind of thought was left behind by her, a very simple idea, no matter how talented a person is, he will not be able to do it all, right?

But after a few minutes, her pupils dilated and her mouth opened slightly.

Seeing Ye Xiangdong set up the borrowed drawing board and stool and sit on it, he asked in surprise, "When did you learn to draw?" ”

This sentence just blurted out, how does it feel weird, it seems that you have to say it like this every time, right?

I made a movie, I wrote a song, I played the guitar, and I painted this time

Yang Yinger shook her head helplessly, to be honest, with this guy, it's really impossible to be without a big heart, he will always give you different surprises and surprises, but you can never guess where his limit is.

This is a magical and likable man - Yang Yinger's words.

"Sit down, beauty, show your charming smile, yes, yes, yes, this expression is perfect!"

Ye Xiangdong commanded, while holding a paintbrush to understate, the tip of the pen swayed, like a fairy in a painting, magical and cool painting skills, properly the old artist was so shocked that he covered his eyes, and couldn't bear to look directly, for fear that such a superb painting skill would scare his old heart.

Suddenly, a rapid dispute sounded around him, I don't know when, two people came around, a young girl in her early twenties, and a middle-aged uncle, the two quarreled so much that their faces were red, and the pedestrians passing by around couldn't help but stop and start watching.

Nima!

Ye Xiangdong scolded secretly, in such an environment, how can you pretend to cough cough, how can you still draw.

At the end of the hurry, the props were returned to the old artist, and at this time, Yang Yinger walked up, took Ye Xiangdong's arm, and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong with these two people?" ”

"It seems to be an emotional issue." Ye Xiangdong frowned, he was relatively close, and he listened a little more.

It's a very bloody eight-o'clock romance drama, but the location has changed from Treasure Island to the United States, and it's really bloody everywhere.

Yang Yinger also understood a little at this moment.

The thing is very simple, the affair problem, the middle-aged man is married, but he is pestering this young girl, and now he is pregnant, the man turned his face and refused to admit it when he put on his pants, so this contradiction also came.

Speechless!

Yang Ying'er shook her head, no longer paying attention to the two, turned her head to look at Ye Xiangdong touching his chin, his expression was dull, obviously he was distracted again, shook his arm, and asked, "Hey, what the hell are you doing again." ”

Ye Xiangdong came to his senses when he heard Yiren's voice, and laughed: "Really? How do you know I'm struggling? You're not a roundworm in my belly. ”

"Oh, that's disgusting." Yang Ying'er turned her face away, looking like she couldn't stand you.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Ye Xiangdong hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Yang Ying'er, and said seriously: "I just thought of a model of a movie script. ”

"Inspiration? Tell me about it? "Actors who are not interested in movies are not good actors, and Yang Yinger is naturally no exception, like a curious baby, pulling Ye Xiangdong to ask questions non-stop.

"Ahem, cough, in fact, this is just my initial idea, it is a small three painful changes from the past, an inspirational love story, called "Yanjing Meets Seattle". Ye Xiangdongtian shamelessly plagiarized.

"I don't know what it means, but it looks good." Yang Yinger nodded matter-of-factly, her lover's eyes were shih hiff, of course, for female voters, everything about her boyfriend is the best, 10,000% support!

After leaving the square, the two went to have a romantic dinner and enjoyed one last bit of time.

When I got back to the hospital, it was completely dark.

Ye Xiangdong looked at the time, sighed, and said reluctantly: "It seems that I should go." ”

"I'll miss you." Yang Ying'er had red eyes, hugged Ye Xiangdong, and said softly.

"Think about it a hundred times a day." Ye Xiangdong patted her on the back and quipped.

"Ten thousand times, you are not allowed to look at other women, and they can't look at you."

"Anla, Anla, your man is a good boyfriend of the people, we don't do the thing of climbing the wall, when I really want to see it, I'll just look at your photos."

"Cheeky!" Yang Ying'er sighed, then took out her wallet and swapped each other's photos, and advised: "Don't be too tired, just leave unimportant things to the studio, and it will be the end of June in a few days, and I will go to you on time." ”

After saying this, Yang Ying'er's face was slightly red, she lowered her head, and she didn't dare to look at Ye Xiangdong.

"Then it's decided, call me when you return home, and I'll pick you up." Ye Xiangdong hugged Yang Ying'er tightly, then let go, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "I'm really leaving." ”

The night was very quiet, Ye Xiangdong sat on the taxi to the airport, his heart was very excited, after returning to China, it was time to show his skills.