hollywood billionaire

Chapter 452 Aston Martin
"Why are we taking your car today?"

Sitting in Zhao Youzhen's co-pilot seat, Han Yi twisted left and right, constantly adjusting his sitting posture, buckling and unbuckled his seat belt, unable to calm down at all.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Youzhen, who was wearing sunglasses and driving seriously, turned his head slightly and glanced at him, "Don't like it?"

"No, I just..."

Han Yi hesitated to speak.

It wasn't because the five-digit coupe couldn't accommodate a noble man like him, nor was it because the Korean girl deliberately sprinkled itching powder on his seat. The main reason why Han Yi was so restless was because he felt that this car... really didn't suit him.

The last time they took it, Zhao Youzhen headed all the way east and took Han Yi to the Yamashiro restaurant at the southernmost part of the Hollywood Hills, where they had a lunch conversation that he would never forget and that he never wanted to experience again in his life.

Thinking back to that scene now, Han Yi still feels scared.

What? You ask, what other bad experiences have you had besides this one?

Hmm...it seems to be gone.

But isn't once enough for this kind of thing?
"I feel like your passenger seat... has it been adjusted?" Han Yi made a lame excuse, "Why does it feel different from last time? It feels a little short, a little tilted, and my legs don't feel straight."

"How is that possible? No one has ever sat in this seat except you." Yuzhen couldn't help but glance at him twice more, with a puzzled look on her face, "Can you... stop twisting around like a bug? There is a button next to the seat, adjust it yourself."

"Oh, I forgot about this. It's much better now... Oh my god, it's so hot in the car. There's no sun today, so why is it so hot?" After fiddling with the seat adjuster for a while, Han Yi wiped the non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead, lowered the window on his side a little, and then tilted his head to enjoy the cool breeze that was pouring in.

At 11:7 a.m. on November 9, the clouds dispersed, and the winter California sunshine penetrated into the car from the sky, pouring down a golden color on the ground. Although it was not as cold as the New England area that had already welcomed the first snow, the temperature of 53 degrees Fahrenheit was not hot at all.

"I think it's you who's burning with anxiety."

Noticing Han Yi's strange behavior, Yu Zhen's frown suddenly relaxed.

"Tell me, what happened this time?"

"Did you accidentally fall down when you woke up early in the morning and found that your mouth happened to hit Xu Yiru's mouth. Or did you wake up in the middle of the night and lift the quilt and find a Barbara lying inside?"

"What a mess. No, Yuzhen..." Han Yi sat up straight and faced her speechlessly, "When did you learn so much nonsense in Chinese? You even used the measure word, 'yi'."

"What do you mean by inexplicable? Shouldn't the word 'vixen' be used instead of 'one'?" Yuzhen snorted.

"Oh my god..." Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, and then he sighed in self-abandonment, "Did Barbara make you angry again?"

"Why do you think it was Barbara who made me angry?" Stopping at the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and South Beverly Glen Boulevard, Yuzhen raised her chin, glanced at the red light, then turned her head and gave Han Yi a brilliant smile that outsiders had almost no chance to see, "How can you be so sure it was her?"

"Because... Xiaoru and Maddie have also been at home these two days, and you guys don't seem to be..." Han Yi pursed his lips and quickly changed his words, "It's almost the same as usual."

"What if Barbara makes me angry?" Yuzhen continued to stare at his face through her black sunglasses, "What do you think I would do?"

“You don’t let anyone know in the first place.”

"uh-huh."

"And then you'd ask me out alone like this."

"and then?"

"Then find a place with good feng shui to bury me."

"Why would I care about Feng Shui when I bury you?"

Seeing Han Yi speechless, or at least pretending to be speechless, Yuzhen's smile became more cheerful and sweeter. She stepped on the accelerator lightly, wiped the steering wheel, and slowly turned right behind a BMW X7.

"Okay, since you're so smart, I'll let you choose the place yourself... Where do you think the feng shui is more to your liking?"

"I've read an article specifically about the Feng Shui of Los Angeles. It said that the place with the best wealth and the most prosperous offspring is North Hollywood. This is because it is a basin, like a treasure bowl, which can gather vitality and wealth." Han Yi made up stories while observing secretly.

"Okay, then wait for me to turn around."

"No way...are you really going to bury me?"

Since I can joke with him back and forth like this, it means that even if there is a problem, it is not a big deal.

Han Yi felt relieved, but on the surface he continued to act very cooperatively.

"Afraid?"

"Anyone who is about to be buried would be afraid. It's human nature."

"Not everyone who is about to be buried can gather four girls to play in a hotel room... truth or dare."

Youzhen didn’t know how to say “Truth or Dare” in Chinese, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to tease Han Yi.

"what……"

This time, Han Yi was not pretending.

He really didn't know how to respond.

Don't say he's slow to react around women.

If you encounter this situation, you will also be confused.

"Well, it seems that you are really scared now, not bad." Youzhen glanced at Han Yi leisurely and nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, no more jokes, nothing unexpected happened, and I'm not angry. Don't worry, you won't be buried."

"That's good." Han Yi swallowed and closed the car window. "Then we're going directly to the office now, right?"

"That's about right." Youzhen thought about it and answered.

"What do you mean by almost?" Han Yi muttered in a low voice, and then forced out a smile that he felt was very warm and natural, "Are you a little hungry? We can eat first and then go to the office." "Why do you think I'm hungry? Didn't I just eat a big bowl of yogurt cereal at home?"

"With your appetite, ten bowls of yogurt cereal may not be enough..."

"You, really." Yuzhen stared at him with wide eyes and gritted teeth, trying to intimidate him. Only in front of Han Yi would the Korean girl show such a vivid expression, "You just want everyone to know that I eat a lot, right? You say it at home, in the office, and when I go out to hold a music festival. When I order catering, I have to ask someone to prepare two servings for me."

"It's not a bad thing to be able to eat." Han Yi said innocently, "Only when you are full can you have the energy to do things. You already sleep less, what will happen if you eat less?"

"I'm a girl too, okay? Girls need to save face." Yuzhen stroked her cheek and complained softly, "Don't say I can eat in front of outsiders in the future."

"Okay... Actually, I didn't specifically advertise it to everyone. I just really want you to eat more." Han Yi's tone was very matter-of-fact. "Besides... I think your greed and ability to eat are really cute."

"I'm not greedy, okay?" Yuzhen was eager to defend herself, speaking Chinese with a rare authentic Korean accent, "I just like a lot of different types of food...that's all."

At this point, she couldn't help laughing.

"Really cute?"

Yuzhen opened her eyes wide and blinked at Han Yi twice. Even with such an innocent and naive attitude, she couldn't hide the various styles flowing in her peach blossom eyes.

"real."

"Is that the only thing that makes me cute?" Yuzhen pointed at herself and went into full spoiled girl mode, "I'm not cute?"

"You're cute too." He lied without hesitation, but the sincere compliment made Han Yi's cheeks feel a little hot.

"What's so cute about it?" Youzhen didn't intend to let him go, "Tell me."

"You...wait a moment and look at the road first." Han Yi motioned for Youzhen to put his eyes where a driver should be. "The office is in front."

"Oh." Yuzhen, who had just passed the wing of Century City West Park Shopping Center, glanced at No. 10250 Xinghui Avenue on the left, "Then what?"

"It's time to turn left here."

"Okay." Yuzhen obediently turned the steering wheel to the left.

"When you drive next time, no matter what you're talking about or what you're busy with, remember to look at the road, otherwise what if something happens? I'm in the car this time, if in the future... Hey, hey, don't drive!" Seeing the Audi A5 passing by the entrance to the office building's parking lot, Han Yi couldn't help but raise his voice, "We're here!"

"Are we there yet?" Youzhen wrinkled his nose at Han Yi mischievously and continued to step on the accelerator.

"I knew that nothing good would happen if I took this car."

Han Yi slumped himself into the seat.

Isn't this exactly the same as the scene when we went to Yamashiro that day?

"Don't you dare say that about my car. I love it."

But Zhao Youzhen was obviously not as silent and restless as she was when she climbed the mountain that day. She hummed a cheerful tune and turned on the car stereo.

"Okay, stop bothering me. I'll drive and you listen to music. We'll be there soon, dear."

Who cares what happens after death?
We shouldn't think that far ahead.

The only post-mortem day we should be concerned about is tomorrow...

Why are Mormons always so happy?
Because we know that tomorrow is the post-production day!
So if you are sad, just put your hands together and pray.

Pray that tomorrow will be the Latter Day.
Then it will most likely be the later days,

Tomorrow is sure to be a beautiful day!

Amid the cheerful and passionate chorus of the entire cast of The Book of Mormon, the Audi A5 turned left on the Avenue of Stars, then turned right and merged into the straight line of Santa Monica Boulevard - fully demonstrating that Yuzhen was driving on the Avenue of Stars just now just to tease Han Yi. Then, still at that familiar intersection, they merged into the rushing traffic on Wilshire Boulevard and drove at a constant speed.

The car drove past Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue, Rodeo Drive and the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, and even the medical center opened by the Keck School of Medicine of USC in Beverly Hills... Just when Han Yi thought that Zhao Youzhen was going to drive east along this avenue and kill herself at Xu Yiru's The Vermont apartment and burn it down, the car suddenly turned right at an inconspicuous intersection.

South Robertson Blvd.

Before Han Yi finished reading the English words on the road sign, the Audi A5 turned into a cramped small parking lot.

Including the two parking spaces behind the fence, the entire parking lot can only accommodate nine cars.

The gray-yellow floor tiles are unremarkable, and the wall in front is the cement white that can be seen everywhere in Los Angeles. Apart from the Aston Martin logo hanging on the glass door on the left side of the white wall, there is no special memory point.

and many more……

"Aston Martin?"

Han Yi looked at the logo several times, and then looked at the young white man in a suit who had his hands folded in front of him and was smiling at them in a friendly manner.

"What are we doing here?"

"Come to buy a car." Yuzhen raised his index finger and tapped in the air three times. "To be precise, it should be, come to pick up a car."

"You bought an Aston Martin?"

"I bought an Aston Martin... for you."

Turning off the engine and pressing the handbrake, Zhao Youzhen turned sideways and faced Han Yi. The light in her eyes was so bright that it could make the brightest sunshine in Los Angeles look dim.

"This is the first gift I give you."

"Happy birthday...baby."

(End of this chapter)