When the outside world stirred up the love affair between Xiansen and Rachel, Christmas was getting closer and closer, and Xiansen, who had rested for a few days, finally had a glorious task today, that is, to pick up the airport at Los Angeles Airport, and Liang Yingying would arrive at the airport in a short time.

In the departure hall of Los Angeles International Airport, Xiansen wore a red and white Santa hat and held a sign with the name "Liang 鶯鶯" in Chinese, standing there dumbfounded. This hat was given to him by a female fan when he entered the airport, expressing a blessing and love, and for this kind of gift, Xiansen could not refuse directly, so he could only wear it obediently on his head.

The waiting hall is full of Christmas atmosphere, a Christmas tree full of lights and decorations stands in the middle of the hall, all kinds of festive and melodious music is constantly playing in a loop, there are many people coming and going, after seeing Xiansen, there will be people who stop to take pictures or ask for a group photo, but most of them will not stay for a long time, because for most people, going home at Christmas is the most important thing.

I'm going to see Liang Yingying again later, Xiansen has a little apprehension in his heart, the daughter of the underworld boss, I don't know if there will be the aura of a queen, in his mind, the image of a leather whip in his hand and wearing revealing clothes became clear little by little.

"Phew, what are you thinking!"

Shaking his head, Xiansen hurriedly expelled this image from his mind, and now he has become the spokesperson for pedophilia in the eyes of the media, and if they let them know that this kind of scene appears in their minds, it is estimated that they will have another masochist title.

In fact, after listening to his father's words, Xiansen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Liang Yingying in his heart, he could understand the pain of losing his relatives, his father and mother passed away one after another, to be honest, this scene was something Xiansen didn't dare to think about. Therefore, every time he thought that he had defined Liang Yingying's identity with subjective guesses, Xiansen felt a little ashamed.

However, this thought only stayed in his mind for a few seconds before disappearing, because he suddenly felt that his face was shining a few times with a flash, and following the direction of the flash, several paparazzi with cameras were constantly taking pictures of him.

"Oh, it's unbelievable, your news came so quickly."

Xiansen spread his hands helplessly, and was idle and bored anyway, and shouted to the paparazzi reporters who were a little far away from him: "Hey, buddy, Merry Christmas, aren't you going back for Christmas?" ”

When a celebrity greets the paparazzi in public, Xiansen obviously does not have the temperament that a Hollywood star should have. Sure enough, after hearing Xiansen's words, the paparazzi reporter pointed to himself in disbelief, wondering if Miste was talking to him.

"That's right, it's you, to be honest, you're really hardworking."

Xiansen's words were absolutely not the slightest ridicule and derogatory, and after speaking, he gave a thumbs up and gestured towards the reporters. He really thinks that paparazzi reporters are not easy, of course, any profession is not easy, it is all mixed food, Xiansen's eyes, it is best to understand each other between these conflicting professions. Of course, if anyone treats him maliciously, then Xiansen will definitely not give the other party any good looks, at least, these reporters who secretly took pictures from a distance are still very well-behaved.

"Oh God, it's unbelievable that Mistre is talking to us."

A reporter put down his camera and said to his peers next to him: "I have secretly photographed and followed so many celebrities, and everyone can't hide from me when they see me, dogpacks (paparazzi), what an ugly name." Just now Mister actually greeted me, oh God, am I dreaming? ”

After saying that, the paparazzi reporter waved his hand and shouted, "Merry Christmas, Mister!" ”

"Thank you!"

Xiansen politely thanked him, he was in a good mood, looking at the time, the plane was about to land, and this year there would be one more person in the family for Christmas, maybe it would be a lot more lively.

More than ten minutes later, a passenger plane arrived at Los Angeles Airport steadily, this is a direct flight from New York to Los Angeles, after seeing this plane, Xiansen held up the sign in his hand higher, but it looked a little silly.

Several reporters actually saw the sign in Xiansen's hand very early, but because it was in Chinese, none of them could understand it. Maybe Xiansen's attitude was quite friendly, so after discussing it, several reporters walked over to this side together.

"Hello Mister, I'm Martin, excuse me, can I ask you what the symbol on this sign means?"

The reporter who asked the question was just now, and his words were very interesting, symbol, and when he heard the phrase "symbol", Xiansen couldn't help but smile.

"No, no, no, this is not a symbol, this is Chinese, it is a Chinese character, and this is written with a person's name."

"Kanji? Oh, and the kanji look really cumbersome. ”

Martin's words made Xiansen not know how to explain it, to be honest, the name Liang Yingying does have a lot of strokes, not to mention that these three words are still written in traditional Chinese, which does look complicated.

"Martin, how to say it, this name is a bit special, you have to understand, there are so many names like this kind of strokes, in fact, except for some strange people, there are very few people in Huaxia."

"Who do you think is strange?"

Xiansen was instilling Chinese culture with several American reporters when a voice from behind him interrupted him. Looking back, a tall girl in high heels was carrying two cowhide-colored bags and staring at her viciously. Xiansen immediately made a yes gesture, then turned his head calmly, stuffed the sign in his hand into Martin's hand and said: "Ahem, as a reporter, you have to ask next time you don't understand, don't make jokes." ”

Then Martin turned around again in confusion and smiled at the girl: "Hello, Miss Liang Yingying, I am Mister, and my father asked me to pick you up." ”

"Are you so sure I'm Liang Yingying? From a probabilistic point of view, I am Liang Yingying, and my possible surname is only 73.65%. ”

Xiansen didn't know how this data accurate to the decimal point was calculated, he smiled slightly, shook his head, and showed a mysterious look, he couldn't say that he had seen you behind his father.

"Mister, can you tell us who this girl is? Is it your new girlfriend? Are you still in a drag with Rachel? ”

At this moment, Martin suddenly shot at Xian Sen like a machine gun, hearing this question, Xian Sen picked up the two large bags for Liang Yingying, and replied as he walked out: "This is the daughter of my father's friend, and I meet her for the first time today." As for Rachel, she's a lovely girl. ”

"Mistre, what's your next movie? Is it convenient to reveal? ”

Xiansen shook his head, he really wasn't sure what the next movie would be made yet.

"I don't have any plans to shoot at the moment, you know, I need to rest too."

Walking out of the airport, Xiansen reached out and stopped a taxi, and after putting two big bags into the car, Xiansen opened the car door for Liang Yingying, and politely made a gesture of please.

Then he lowered his head and turned into the car, and at the moment when he lowered his head, reporter Martin captured such a photo. The billionaire who has been a billionaire in the first year to travel in a taxi sounds quite inspirational, but of course, he doesn't know that Xiansen can't drive at all.

Sitting in the taxi, Liang Yingying whispered: "According to the concept of de Morgan's law, the surname of the person who can't drive is 100%, and the surname of the genetic person is more than 80%. ”

Listening to Liang Yingying's mouth babbling the laws of mathematics, Xiansen felt that this year's Christmas didn't seem to be as good as he imagined.

[There is another chapter later]