This ti, sending Luo Xiaoqian to the United States for training wasn’t just about enhancing her music and dance skills; she certainly had quite a bit of personal interest involved.
Luo Xiaoqian indeed had a talent for music, but her dance foundation was poor. The course in New York would be impossible for her to complete in three weeks; she would need at least a month.
Opening her laptop and typing in "Luo Xiaoqian Album Planning," Xu Pei once again lifted the corners of her lips.
"Zimo, this month will belong to our world of just the two of us!"
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The next morning, Luo Xiaoqian flew to New York. Apart from Yu Tong, Gao Jie and Lin Ye also accompanied her.
Leng Zimo hadn’t co to see her off at the airport, and Luo Xiaoqian hadn’t even seen his face last night.
Yesterday evening, when there were so tricky issues with a production crew shooting in South Korea, he had already rushed to Seoul overnight to coordinate and resolve them.
Still, as Luo Xiaoqian boarded the plane and prepared to turn off her phone, she received a text ssage from him. The ssage was only eight words long.
"Be careful, I’ll keep my promise."
After sending a text ssage to reassure him she would work hard, Luo Xiaoqian then turned off her phone.
Although she had playfully said she wanted him to visit her when he had the ti, she knew he was busy and didn’t really hold out much hope.
After all, it was the United States, and flying there would take over a dozen hours.
"Now that you’ve sent the ssage, you should rest a bit. You’ll have work after you get there, so it’s best to start adjusting to the jet lag now," Yu Tong said with a smile, sitting beside her.
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian agreed, pulling down her eye mask.
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Emperor View.
Inside the CEO’s office, Xu Pei knocked and entered, seeing Ailin who had just hung up the phone, she looked around puzzled, "Where’s President Leng?!"
"He’s not here, is there sothing Director Xu needs?"
"Nothing much, I just wanted to have lunch with him and talk about Xiao Qian’s album."
"That might be a bit difficult!" Ailin shrugged, "President Leng flew to Seoul last night. He just called to say the work there would probably take four or five days to complete."
It was hard enough for Luo Xiaoqian to leave, and now Leng Zimo wasn’t in the Capital.
Xu Pei was secretly disappointed.
But...
"You’re saying Zimo flew to Seoul last night?"
"Yes, he left right after the eting. He didn’t even have ti to pack his bags."
"Is that so?"
Xu Pei lifted the corners of her lips once more.
If that were the case, he wouldn’t have had the chance to say goodbye to Luo Xiaoqian.
Very good, very good!
It’s only four or five days, after all. He would have to co back, and after waiting for ten years, she didn’t mind waiting a few more days.
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Five days later.
Beijing International Airport.
A sowhat weary Leng Zimo opened the car door and sat in the back seat, "Directly back to World City."
"Don’t you want to eat sothing?!" Xu Pei, who sat in the driver’s seat, turned to him with a smile.
"Xu Pei?" Leng Zimo’s eyes flashed with surprise, "Why is it you?"
"I had sothing to discuss with you, so I replaced Xiao Ding to pick you up!" Xu Pei started the car, "What would you like to eat, Chinese or Western food?"
"I ate on the plane, just take back to World City," Leng Zimo said in a detached tone.
"Really? You can stomach airplane food?" Xu Pei’s voice softened, "Besides, I haven’t eaten yet. I’ve been waiting here for you for over an hour. Do you have the heart to let go hungry?"
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Good night...
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