Aladdin Hotel.

Ding Peng, Ding Ding and Jin Ling returned to the hotel.

Ding Ding is really exhausted. This concert is different from that in China. After all, this is the first concert held abroad. She has to put in 200% of her efforts to sing and perform, and she is under great pressure in her body and heart.

So after returning to the room, Ding Ding washed up and then rested.

Ding Peng's room.

Jin Ling's face was flushed. He glanced at Ding Peng, then lowered his head and said, "I'll go take a shower."

After saying that, he wanted to go to the bathroom, but Ding Peng hugged him.

"What are you doing?" Jin Ling tightened her whole body and asked in a panic.

Ding Peng felt funny and said, "Let's wash together, I can't reach the one on my back, so you can rub it for me."

"Don't...stop!"

Just when Jin Ling said no, Ding Peng's clutches had already started swimming.

Jin Ling couldn't help but shouted to stop.

As a result, Ding Peng was happy and said, "Look, you said you shouldn't stop. Let's have a walk, the night is short, recharge tonight, and you have to deal with that American man tomorrow."

As he said that, without saying anything, he pulled Jin Ling into the bathroom.

The next morning, 9:30.

After Ding Peng got up, he was full of energy. The guy stood in front of the mirror and touched his hair, saying, "Jin Ling, have you noticed? My skin is better than before after you moisturize it now, and my skin is more handsome than before."

“……”

Jin Ling hid in the bed. She was completely impressed by Ding Peng's shamelessness. Tell me how can a person's face be so thick?

"Shameless." Jin Ling smiled.

Ding Peng laughed and said, "What's the use of being shameless? Do you really think it's a face-scanning society now? This is a society that relies on strength to make a living. Okay, I'll go out first. Today you and Ding Ding go shopping well, buy whatever you should buy, don't give me any money to worry about. It's not easy to come here, and I'll go back tomorrow."

Jin Ling nodded and sat up from the bed and had to wear clothes.

Ding Peng hurried over and then took advantage of it and left with satisfaction.

Jin Ling was so angry that she picked up the pillow and smashed it on the door, saying laughing and crying: "Stir, old hooligan."

Come out of the house, Ding Peng whistled and was about to enter the elevator when his cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Gordon's, and he connected with a smile.

People have bought you a return ticket, so how much face do you have to give me?

"Hello, Mr. Ge, have you got up?" Ding Peng said.

Gordon was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He told this guy yesterday not to call him Mr. Go. This is so addictive, right?

"Ahem, Mr. Ding, where are you now? I have booked a location at the Aladdin Hotel."

"Oh, I'll get down right away."

"Ah? What does it mean?"

"I forgot to tell you yesterday that I also stayed in the Aladdin Hotel."

Gordon: "..."

Your sister!

Why didn’t you say it earlier when you stayed in the Aladdin Hotel? Otherwise, I would have been able to get things done last night. As a result, you just said that you asked me to book a private room. Do you think I have too much money? Isn’t it because I don’t feel sorry for spending my own money?

Gordon was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

I've never seen such a shameless person.

But now no matter how much resentment he has, he has to swallow it and hurriedly smiled: "It's really a coincidence. It seems that Mr. Ding and I are indeed destined to be together. Where are you now?"

“Wait for the elevator.”

"Ah? I'm walking towards the elevator, I... I seem to see you."

"real?"

Ding Peng looked around and saw a white ghost walking over with a blonde and blue-eyed beauty while making a phone call.

"Mr. Ding?" Bai Gui asked incrediblely at the yellow-skinned man at the elevator door.

Ding Peng smiled and nodded: "Mr. Ge?"

"Uh~~I can't be wrong. No one else calls me that, Mr. Ding. I didn't expect that we were in the same hotel, and it was on the same floor. Which room did you stay in? You know, we met last night."

"Room 1010." Ding Peng said happily.

Gordon: "...I live in No. 1011."

When he said this, Gordon really wanted to go up and grab Ding Peng's face. Damn it, it was next door. Then your grandson asked me to do such a lot of trouble? Isn't this so idle?

"Yo~ I'm really lucky. I'm not a little last night." Ding Peng said with a smile.

"I...ahem, Mr. Ding laughed." Gordon said embarrassedly.

The blonde beauty next to him was also embarrassed.

Gordon wanted to cry very much. He felt that Ding Peng was making a move, but he couldn't say it yet. He felt so frustrated in his heart!

The elevator came over, and the three of them took the elevator to a private room on the third floor.

"Mr. Ding, I asked you out this time to represent Times. Mr. Bill, the president of our company, was amazed by you and was impressed by your talent, so I want to invite you to work together to create a better tomorrow." As soon as I sat down, Gordon said straightforwardly.

Ding Peng nodded and then asked a question that almost made Gordon furious.

"Have you sent someone a flight ticket?"

"ah?"

Gordon didn't expect that Ding Peng was not talking about things, and this guy was actually thinking about buying him a plane ticket.

What about talking about serious matters? Can you be serious?

But since I bought it, I should give it to others.

"I've delivered it, I'll be delivered at around nine o'clock in the morning, I'll give it to you."

As he said that, Gordon took out three air tickets and handed them to Ding Peng.

Ding Peng took the air ticket and looked at it. He was indeed a flight ticket back to Kyoto, China. The guy was quite satisfied and put it in his pocket. Then he said, "I agree to cooperate."

"ah?"

Gordon made Ding Peng's jumping thinking lose his temper. I just said about cooperation, you asked me for air tickets, and now you want to talk about air tickets, but you talk about cooperation with me again. Brother, chameleon? It changes a little later.

But no matter what, it is the best thing that Ding Peng can promise to cooperate.

"Really? Mr. Ding, I knew you had vision. As long as you join the Times Company, the company will never treat you badly." Gordon said excitedly.

Just saying this, but in my heart, Ding Peng was despised for nothing.

I thought to myself, aren’t you very awesome? As soon as I said that you didn’t even make a big fuck, I agreed.

Who knew that Gordon had just finished thinking about it, but Ding Peng was confused.

"Into the times? Why?"

"I...No, Mr. Ding, why? Didn't you agree to cooperate with us? Since you have cooperated, you must enter the era." Gordon said with his eyes wide open.

Ding Peng shook his head and said, "When did I say I want to enter the era?"

"Then didn't you agree to cooperate?"

Gordon stood up excitedly, thinking that he was doing something, did he forget what he said?

The past is like the wind, blowing away the remaining empty, right?

You can't keep your word.

"Mr. Ding, I don't understand what you mean. You just said that you agreed to cooperate. Why do you want to go back on your word?" Gordon said withstood the fire.

He really couldn't keep up with Ding Peng's thinking, couldn't figure out this guy, he didn't agree with the preface, and what he just said didn't count. How do you deal with such a person?

"I didn't regret it. I remember correctly. I just said that I can cooperate, but there are many ways to cooperate, and it doesn't necessarily mean that I will enter the era."

"Uh~ Mr. Ding, what do you mean?"

Gordon is a little confused. How can we cooperate if you don’t enter the era?

Ding Peng smiled and said, "It's very simple. Actually, I have my own music company, and we also have partners in the United States. But I think that the music platform is not large enough, its reputation is not good enough, and the platform boss has no ambitions, so I want to cancel the cooperation with him. If you want, we can cooperate."

"ah?"

Gordon collapsed directly.

Damn, what you said about cooperation is like this?

No, our president is not talking about cooperation like this. We want you to join Times and Fans, and then help us write songs and arrange songs, and let our singers sing.

You want to be a part of our company, not a partner.

"No, Mr. Ding, you misunderstood. The cooperation I mentioned is not this kind of cooperation. It is you who become a contracted songwriter under our company and then write songs to our company's singers."
To be continued...