My girl group exploded

Chapter 801 Strange Girl
When the annual special issue of "Harper's Bazaar" was officially launched, Zhou Yiyang had already landed in Australia.

He ate some breakfast casually, and then met a young girl with purple hair, light green pupils, and quite out of the ordinary at the airport.

Her face was indeed very similar to that of Zhang Yingyuan's deceased wife, but those eyes immediately reminded her of her mixed-race identity.

The other party glanced at Zhou Yiyang, and his eyes stayed on him for at least ten seconds.

"Hello," she stretched out her hand, the sharp and thin nails made Zhou Yiyang put away the idea of ​​shaking hands with her. "I'm Zhang Yiling, and Zhang Yingyuan is my grandfather."

Zhou Yiyang nodded. To be honest, the other party's "non-mainstream" attire made it really difficult for people to equate her with Zhang Yingyuan.

He only remembered that Zhang Yingyuan's daughter married to Australia and had several children.But she didn't expect her eldest daughter to be so old, it seemed that she should be an adult.

"Where's your mother? Didn't she say on the phone that she would come to pick me up?" Zhou Yiyang didn't expect that the last person who came to pick him up was a little girl.

"My mother, she can't get away in the hospital." Zhang Yiling stretched her waist, looked at Zhou Yiyang again, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, you are so handsome, are you a star?"

……

Uncle?

Zhou Yiyang's face almost cracked: "Could it be that your mother, no, didn't your grandfather mention me to you?"

"I'm a rebellious girl, the kind that my mother and grandpa think I don't exist." In fact, she is very good-looking, and she can definitely enter the entertainment industry.It's just that the aesthetics and grooming are really a little weird. "If they have anything to do, they will only talk to my younger siblings."

Zhou Yiyang hummed, no wonder he always had the impression that Zhang Yingyuan's granddaughter should be how old.

It turned out that he also had a granddaughter.

"I'm a director and a boss. Do you know Moonlight Girl? She's an artist under my banner." Zhou Yiyang asked.

"I know, I have listened to their songs and watched movies, but I never take the initiative to know a celebrity. But you must be very good." Zhang Yiling took off her schoolbag, took out a cigarette from it, and handed it to Zhou Yi Yang: "Smoking?"

Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but educate the other party: "Smoking is not good for your health."

Zhang Yiling was taken aback for a moment, then she laughed out loud as if hearing an interesting joke, and her precocious breasts also trembled.

"A rich and powerful man like you would actually tell me that smoking is harmful to your health." Zhang Yiling held the cigarette between her fingertips, but she didn't smoke, as if she was posing.

Her out-of-the-ordinary personality is a good disguise, but her eyes are too melancholy.

As a director, Zhou Yiyang likes to observe other people's eyes.

"You called me uncle from the very beginning, and now you have this tone," Zhou Yiyang walked up to her, casting Zhang Yiling in his own shadow with the advantage of his height. "I'm curious, how old are you?"

He bent down and looked directly at Zhang Yiling.And because of his faint smile and clean demeanor, Zhang Yiling didn't feel oppressed by this aggressive action at all.

"It's taboo to ask a woman's age," Zhang Yiling raised her head. She tiptoed and put a cigarette behind Zhou Yiyang's ear: "But when the person asking is a handsome guy, it's polite to answer honestly. Before coming of age."

It turned out to be an adult.

I can't tell from this face!

"Then you shouldn't call me uncle," Zhou Yiyang chuckled, "It's not good to call someone old. How did you come here?"

"Drive." Zhang Yiling suddenly smirked. After trotting forward for a while, she turned around lightly and opened her arms, like an elf in the wind.

"Uncle is a pet name," Zhang Yiling walked backwards, her eyes sometimes looked at Zhou Yiyang's face boldly, and sometimes looked at the sky melancholy. "For little girls like us, a mature uncle is much more attractive than a young boy."

"Then I'll take it as you complimenting me." Zhou Yiyang quickly followed her pace: "Do you like watching movies?"

"like."

They walked out of the airport all the way, Zhou Yiyang didn't ask where her car was.

The bright sunlight fell on the ground, making her purple hair particularly dazzling.

Zhang Yiling leaned against the nostalgic red mailbox, staring at the model in the glass window with melancholy eyes:

"They all say cinema is the art of directing, really?"

"The director is indeed the soul of a movie, but actors, screenwriters, and every staff member are very important."

"What an official answer." Zhang Yiling spread her palms towards Zhou Yiyang: "Give me the cigarettes."

"Please say hello to the elders, and don't you still have cigarettes?" Zhou Yiyang knew that there was still time, so he was not in a hurry.

"Give me the cigarette, please." Zhang Yiling replied eloquently: "I like that cigarette."

After taking the cigarette, Zhang Yiling stuffed it into her mouth immediately.

"Uncle, can I trouble you to give me a fire?"

She looked at Zhou Yiyang innocently, like a deer.

"I don't." Zhou Yiyang spread his hands helplessly, until the other party pointed to the grocery store across the street.

After he lit a cigarette for her, Zhang Yiling raised her head, and exhaled a big mouthful of smoke like bubbling.

"I loved watching Zhang Yingyuan's movies when I was young, trying to get to know him from his movies."

"As a result, I found that many of his movies express contradictory things." Zhang Yiling sneered: "Are you trying to say that I am so young that I can't understand it at all."

"No," Zhou Yiyang shook his head seriously: "When the movie is filmed and shown to the audience, all interpretation rights are given to the audience. And I never think that children know nothing."

"You are such a special man." Zhang Yiling took out her cigarette and looked at Zhou Yiyang in a bit of confusion: "Let's go, you will be scolded if you go late."

……

"Is this your car?"

Zhou Yiyang looked at the cool Harley motorcycle in front of him, and couldn't connect it with Zhang Yiling.

"That's right." Zhang Yiling has already stepped into the car skillfully: "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, hold on to me, and I will take you flying."

"Will it be bad?" Zhou Yiyang smiled: "I mean physical contact."

"Are you an ancient person?" Zhang Yiling patted the back seat: "Little handsome guy, come up, sister will let you know what the wind smells like!"

The moment Zhou Yiyang got into the car, Zhang Yiling slammed on the accelerator and flew out like a beam of light.

As if experiencing a racing VR game, they quickly passed through the streets and alleys, and came to the endless seaside road.

On the left is a kangaroo that greets them with a fist.On the right is the sea in line with the blue sky.

The wind blows their hair and clothes.

Zhou Yiyang has to admit that this feeling of speeding is addictive.

But thanks to Australia's vast land and sparse population, otherwise Zhang Yiling wouldn't be able to ride so fast.

But Zhou Yiyang still chose to grab the seat rather than Zhang Yiling's waist in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Do you like this feeling?" Zhang Yiling had to shout out, otherwise her voice would be blown away in the wind.

"It's okay to get used to it!"

"When I'm upset, I will come out by myself, don't think about anything, and drive forward, wherever I drive is my destination!"

"You are special too."

"Really?" Zhang Yiling groaned, "Am I crazy? My mother doesn't like me, saying that my personality is too free, like Zhang Yingyuan. Are we alike?"

"You are you, like no one else."

"No wonder you can make so much money, you are so good at talking!"

They eventually stopped in front of a very expensive and lifeless private hospital.

This gave Zhou Yiyang a very divided feeling, as if he had just had a dream.

"Aren't you going up?" Zhou Yiyang turned around and asked.

Zhang Yiling shook her head, playing with her hair that was blown tousled by the wind: "I won't go, lest they call me again. This is my phone number."

She took out a paper and pen from nowhere, wrote down the number and handed it to Zhou Yiyang.

"Remember to tell me how his body is recovering."

Then Zhang Yiling rode her eye-catching motorcycle and disappeared into this clean and quiet street like the wind.

Zhou Yiyang took the note and walked into the hospital quickly.

Zhang Yingyuan's daughter, Zhang Yiling's mother, is a very ordinary middle-aged woman.Her former beauty can only be vaguely seen from her outline.

"Thank you so much for coming so soon. My father is still waiting for you!"

"Zhang Yiling..."

"Leave her alone, she has a very strange personality. If she did anything wrong, I apologize to you for her."

"No, I mean she's funny and a nice girl. And thanks for sending me here!"

At this time, Zhang Yingyuan's voice came from the ward.

(End of this chapter)