Su Su sent off Kurt Weiler, the coffee was still warm, Yang Cheng and Ruiz didn't move, each was thinking about something, and the sound of needle dropping could be heard in the huge office.

Sufficient sunlight enveloped Yang Cheng, and the warm feeling caused his brain's operating frequency to slowly decrease. He shook his head and stood up on his knees, "Ritz, go check out the oil field project that Cotweiler mentioned. I

I want specific information, down to which part of the mining process the problem occurred, and I want to hear your report before 6 p.m."

Ruiz Yali Shanda, but the information Yang Cheng requested was mostly superficial and should not be too difficult to find. "I have a friend who works at Exson Mobil. I can ask him to help."

"Well, don't be stingy with the bonus, let your friend worry more." Yang Cheng doesn't care about the process, he only wants the results.

At noon, the company's employees walked out of the building in twos and threes, or ordered fast food takeout with their colleagues, and gathered in Bryant Park to enjoy a picnic and relieve the boredom of the morning's work. They lay on the green lawn and greedily

Absorb the moisture of the sun and replenish nutrients for the afternoon's work.

Yang Cheng is happy to see this happen, and employees engaged in writing work and Internet work need to be closer to nature and cannot be limited to the small 2 square meters of office cubicles, which will inhibit their thinking.

So when the editorial department and the newly formed network department of Forum Company completed the relocation, Ruiz specially issued a 'requirement' to relax for one hour at noon, which was to force employees to go out of the company, breathe fresh air, and have a good mental state.

Continuously create benefits for the company.

Yang Cheng is no exception. She has been stuck in the office all morning. Although the office is large enough and has a ventilation system to keep fresh air circulating outside, she always feels depressed after staying there for a long time.

Instructing Susu to finish her work early and have lunch, Yang Cheng took her bodyguards to go for a ride on the street to find some delicious food.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, there was a space gray Lamborghini Aventador parked in Yang Cheng's exclusive parking space. This car was purchased by Yang Cheng when he was invited to attend the Pebble Beach Auto Show last year.

The Aventador LP720-4 50°Anniversario Roadster (50th Anniversary Convertible Edition) is a model released to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the brand. It has 50th anniversary badges inlaid in many places on the body and will also be sold in a limited edition.

In terms of power, this car is equipped with a tuned 6.5L V12 engine with a maximum power of 720 horsepower and a maximum torque of 690N·m. Matched with the engine is a 7-speed ISR gearbox, 0-100km/h

The acceleration time is within 3 seconds. Lamborghini also equipped this model with a full-time four-wheel drive system, which is also different from the ordinary production version.

Originally, this car was placed by Yang Cheng in the Yinshan Manor of the Yang family in LA. Later, the manor was sold and Yang Cheng also disposed of part of the hidden cars. However, this car was shipped to New York by him. After all, it was a limited edition.

Get in the car and start the engine. The low roar from the engine when a supercar is started coldly is the most charming. After waiting for a while, I watched the tachometer pointer slowly fall back. Just when I was about to release the brake and step on the accelerator, my phone rang mischievously.

He stood up, paused for a moment, picked up the phone and answered it.

Holding the phone with one hand, calling the directions with his left hand, he slowly drove the sports car out of the parking space, "Oppa, it's me."

Yang Cheng stopped the car and waited for the car in front to turn into the parking space, and said in surprise, "Uh... sunny?"

"Ah, Oppa, are you surprised?" Sunny exclaimed, pretending to be dissatisfied.

Yang Cheng smiled, but how dare he admit it, "No, it's a surprise. This doesn't seem to be your number, right?"

"Well, this is my new number in the United States. Oppa, can you remember it?" Sunny responded crisply.

"Okay, I'll save it later, so you are in the United States now? Are you in LA? See your aunt?" Yang Cheng asked a series of questions as he drove out of the garage.

"Yes, our company came to the United States to hold a family concert. We just flew to New York from LA. Didn't we call Oppa as soon as we arrived at the hotel?" From the phone, Yang Cheng naturally figured out what Sunny was saying at this time.

The phone, the scene of tossing and turning on the big bed.

"Family concert? What the hell is that?" It was lunch time, and there were more cars on the road. Yang Cheng was blocked in front of the garage exit for almost a minute and couldn't turn out. The anxious taxi driver started to go crazy.

He honked his horn, and then, as if he was infected, the cars in half the street followed suit and honked their horns to express their dissatisfaction with the traffic jam.

Yang Cheng couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Ah... it's so noisy. The family concert is a joint concert for all the artists in our company." Sunny explained with a wail.

Yang Cheng smiled and said, "It's just that a single artist can't make money. I have no choice but to bring everyone together to make money. It's like a buffet. It's so heartwarming. It's a family concert. I admire your Korean brain circuits."

."

(I really can’t bear it. When I wrote this, a certain app pushed a news saying that a certain Bangzi tennis player retired due to injury, which made Federer win the Australian Open championship. MMP, Bangzi’s face has reached the sky. I really feel that he is world-famous.

Universities should open a separate department to study how thick-skinned Bangzi is, thumbs up if you agree!)

"Hey, Oppa, have I hung up the phone?" Sunny knew Yang Cheng was joking, but her face was a bit confused when she was complained about like this and she threatened.

"Haha, no, where are you? I'm going to pick you up for lunch." Yang Cheng took advantage of a car and got into the traffic flow. The Escalade driven by Andrew behind him was even more domineering, squeezing people in.

He went to the side and chased the rear of Yang Cheng's car closely.

"Ah? Don't you have to work?" Sunny probably didn't expect that Yang Cheng suddenly invited her to dinner. She just got off the plane and went out to meet people without putting on makeup. For a Korean girl, she is still at the top of the trend.

For top stars, this is something difficult to accept.

"Ah what, send me the address quickly." Yang Cheng held the steering wheel and crawled forward little by little.

"Oh, okay, oppa, please drive slowly, I have to take a shower and put on makeup."

Less than 10 seconds after I hung up the phone, a new message rang. I clicked on it and looked at the address. It was on the street behind me. It was obviously a 5-minute walk away, but with the current traffic conditions, I had to go around it the fastest.

20 minutes is just enough time for Sunny to wash up.

While Yang Cheng was struggling on the road, in the hotel room where Sunny was staying, a beautiful woman with eyes that looked like a crescent moon when she smiled, shouted to the bathroom with running water, "Shunkyu, let's go out to eat together."

Lunch?"

The only sound that answered her was the sound of running water.

"Lee Soon Kyu!" the smiling beauty shouted again.

There was still no response, so I simply walked outside the bathroom and pushed open the door. Then there was a reaction, a scream that pierced the sky.

"Yeah, Huang Meiying, you want to die, why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

After seeing clearly who was coming, Sunny subconsciously covered her three o'clock and roared.

The smiling-eyed beauty is Sunny’s teammate and best friend Huang Meiying, Tiffany, a native American girl.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. What a fuss? Do you want to have dinner together? Taegu and the maknae are waiting." Tiffany teased with a soft smile, taking off the bath towel and handing it over.

"No, I've made an appointment. Besides, you guys are filming a group show. Why should I go?" Shao Shi has lived together for almost 10 years, and they have seen each other's body parts countless times, and they took the bath towel.

Without complaining, he just wiped it casually and wrapped himself up. The charming scenery of mountains and fertile fields was instantly covered by dark clouds.

"A date? Do you have friends in New York? Male or female?" Tiffany's narrowed eyes widened instantly.

"Why can't I have friends in New York? Oh, are you okay? Don't delay my makeup." Sunny pushed Huang Meiying away impatiently and walked out of the bathroom. She struggled to pull out a suitcase that was about the same size as hers, found her makeup bag and returned

In front of the bathroom mirror.

Huang Meiying made a bored face, and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Sunny, "Wait a minute, help me pick out what clothes I want to wear later?"

"Something happened!" A woman's gossiping nature was subconsciously activated.

He hugged his best friend's smooth shoulders, not caring about the water droplets on his body that wet his clothes, "Shunkyu? Are you going to meet a boy? How about it? Are you handsome? What kind of job do you do? It can't be from our company, right?"

"

Sunny pulled away the tiffany in disgust, perfectly interpreting the expression of rolling eyes and sweating.

"Tell me the truth, you don't report to us when you have a boyfriend." Tiffany nagged in Sunny's ear.

"How about we go with you? Let's help you check things out?"

Sunny applied it skillfully on her face. It took less than 15 minutes to make her whole face look brand new. Others may not know it, but as she is also a member of SNSD, how could she not know that the makeup Sunny is wearing now is the makeup she wore when she appeared on a TV show?

, to put it simply, it means that the makeup is more delicate than the makeup you usually wear when you go out, and it is lighter than the makeup under the stage laser.

If there is nothing wrong here, no one would believe it. Huang Meiying loves to go to nightclubs, and how lazy Sunny is to put on such troublesome makeup for an ordinary meeting?

"Shunkyu, you'd better recruit the real ones, otherwise I'll call all the children and you won't be able to go out today." Tiffany is not really gossiping to this extent. In fact, the girl in front of her looks carefree, carefree, and has an EQ and IQ.

She is above ordinary people, but she is indeed an out-and-out silly girl. The chance of meeting a scumbag emotionally is higher than being pregnant. She doesn't want to see her best friend get hurt again.

Sunny didn't cry or laugh. She understood her best friend's worries, "Pani, I have a good relationship with Oppa. He helped my aunt transfer to another hospital a while ago. We just happened to come to New York and we arranged to have lunch together. It's not as bad as you think.

It’s complicated, and the family’s assets exceed tens of billions of dollars, so what can you lie to me about?”

"OMG, chaebol II?" Koreans are very willing to use the word chaebol to describe the super rich. Even Tiffany, an American, got into this exaggerated habit after going to South Korea.

Bullshit plutocrats, you can count the number of real plutocrats in this world on two hands.

"No, then I'm even more worried. Just wait, I'll ask Taegu and the maknae to help you watch. When can Tuan Zong not be filmed?"

Seeing Tiffany rushing out of the room in a hurry, Sunny, only wrapped in a bath towel, couldn't go out to chase her. She covered her chest and returned to the bathroom to look at her beautiful self in the mirror and said bitterly, "Lee Soon Kyu, you idiot, what are you talking about?"

If you go to meet someone and just say you’re going shopping, you’ll be fine. You idiot!”
Chapter completed!