hollywood billionaire

Chapter 456 Uninvited Guest

Yuzhen did not object to Han Yi's proposal to co-own the Aston Martin.

On the contrary, she was quite positive about it. As soon as she sat down in the signing room, Yuzhen asked for Han Yi's California driver's license, placed it side by side with her own California driver's license on the table, and admired it silently over and over again.

When Austin placed the car purchase contract in front of the two of them, she picked up the first page and stared at it for a long time.

“This Vehicle Lease Purchase Agreement (the “Agreement”) is entered into on November 2016, 11 by and between:
Lessor/Seller: O'Gara Luxury Motors, authorized by Aston Martin Beverly Hills.

Lessee/Purchaser:
Name: YOOJIN/CHO, YI/HAN
Home address: 864 STRADELLA ROAD, LOS ANGELES, 90077
Phone: +1 213-880-6102
……

WHEREAS, the two Lessees/Purchasers wish to jointly lease and purchase the following vehicle (the “Vehicle”):

Make and model: Aston Martin DB11 First Edition

Year: 2017
VIN (Vehicle Identification Number): SCFRMFAV7HGL01698
Odometer reading at time of sales/lease agreement signing: 000003
......"

Zhao Youzhen enjoyed reading the dull, unchanging contract template.

Yuzhen quickly glanced over the complicated and tedious terms and conditions at the end, but read the simple and clear buyer information at the beginning over and over again without getting tired of it.

Every time she looked at it, the corners of her mouth turned up a little more.

Every time she looked at it, the light in her eyes grew brighter.

She handed the keys to Han Yi and sat in the passenger seat. As she watched him lower his head to adjust the seat, she started humming again.

He hummed on the way, he hummed when he entered the restaurant, and he was still humming when he took the first piece of barbecue.

Yuzhen's humming was very soft and light, intermittent, and she would hum a line whenever she remembered. Every time Han Yi pricked up his ears to listen carefully, she would become quiet again.

So, it was not until they finished lunch, returned to the Aston Martin store, picked up the Audi A5, and drove to the office together that he heard the tune that Yoo-jin had been humming in the elevator car where only the two of them were.

The one by Otis Redding, "(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay."

At Fisherman's Wharf, when the two hugged for the first time, the street singer sitting in a wheelchair and covered with a thick blanket was singing this song.

Han Yi didn't say anything, just looked at Yuzhen's slightly shaking little head, quietly enjoying this moment.

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

Seeing that the number on the panel was about to jump to "10", Yuzhen suddenly turned his head, stared at Han Yi, and asked softly.

"remember."

Han Yi nodded in response without hesitation.

"Disney."

"What a good husband."

Before the words completely faded in the car, Zhao Youzhen, with a beaming face, stepped out of the elevator, returning to his efficient and capable appearance.

From that moment on, until the end of get off work at six o'clock, Yuzhen never did anything intimate with Han Yi, and she didn't even enter Han Yi's office.

It was not until 6:22 that the two of them met in the underground parking lot of Xinghui Building, avoiding the crowds during the rush hour. Yuzhen said the first words to Han Yi that afternoon:

"You drive this, I'll drive this, and we'll go back to my apartment together. Once I park the DB, we'll drive the Audi back together."

"You're not going to take it back?"

Taking a look at the brand new Aston Martin behind Zhao Youzhen, Han Yi instantly understood.

"Actually...it doesn't matter. If they see it, they'll see it. It was originally a gift from you to me."

"Aren't you worried that they will be jealous?" Zhao Youzhen crossed his arms and smiled mischievously.

"It was originally a gift you gave me." Han Yi did not give a direct answer, but just repeated it.

"You're not afraid, but I am." Zhao Youzhen shrugged. "No, I'm not afraid... I just don't want to provoke them, especially Xiaoru, in case she does something inexplicable again."

After saying the second half of the sentence, Yuzhen was somewhat irritable. She took two deep breaths, looked around, then gritted her teeth and threw herself into Han Yi's arms.

"I've already won one game anyway."

"They don't own anything with you."

With his head buried in Han Yi's shoulder, Yu Zhen said this in a muffled voice.

"Husband, let's go."

She became more and more adept at using this nickname, but given Zhao Youzhen's personality, she could only use it to vent her anger under the guise of a so-called "script."

In some ways, among the four girls, she and Han Yi are indeed the closest.

But even though it is within reach, there are layers of obstacles between them.

So, there was no conversation that night.

A dinner for four that was no different from any other day, and a sleep that was frequently interrupted by beautiful dreams.

Han Yi slept until noon and walked to the first floor yawning, only to find that the three girls had already left.

Xu Yiru returned to The Vermont. Today was her Malaysian roommate's birthday and she invited her and a few close friends to dinner. It was hard for Xiaoru to refuse the invitation.

Madison drove to Diplo's studio to record the ninth song on her new album.

Long Island girls haven't bought a house in Los Angeles yet, and they can't install soundproofing materials in the apartment they rent in Santa Monica. So, this kind of thing that could have been done at home has become a task that requires driving across Beverly Hills to complete.

Zhao Youzhen went to UCLA to attend classes. This time she didn't need to ask for leave because Han Yi gave the entire Han Music a day off.

This is a move that many companies in the United States are taking today.

Because today is voting day in the 2016 federal election.

Currently, 28 states, plus the District of Columbia, have passed laws requiring public and private organizations to approve their employees' requests for time off to vote.

California is one of them.

So, regardless of whether they are going to vote or how long it takes to vote, people always take the day off on election day, and they always take the whole day off.

What's wrong? I stood in front of the ballot box for a whole day, struggling over whether to tick the Republican or the Democratic ticket. I stood there from the time the polling station opened until it closed. Is that not okay?
In this extremely common situation, most employers are happy to be nice guys 24 hours a day and just give everyone a day off.

Han Yi, who was a boss in his first year, also followed the trend.

Holding his mobile phone, Han Yi sat in the salon for a while and finally found something to do.

He also went to class.

Although the school will not officially announce the cancellation of all classes on Election Day, because as academic institutions, they should remain as neutral as possible in terms of political stance and stay away from political activities - or at least on the surface. But the professors are the ones who teach the courses, and most of them are happy to cancel classes on Presidential Election Day, whether it is to give themselves a paid leave for a legitimate reason, or to encourage college students who are over 18 years old to go to the voting booth and experience the so-called "democracy in action."

Of course, there are a few professors who are truly dedicated to their jobs and will stubbornly send an email to shatter the students' dreams of stealing a little time off from their busy lives.

[Topic: PPD 501a Course-Election Day Arrangement]

Dear students,
I hope you are receiving this message well. As you all know, today, November 2016, 11, is an important day in the US presidential election. However, I want to confirm that our PPD 8a course will still be held as planned from 501:6 pm to 00:9 pm in RGL20.

I know many of you may be actively voting and concerned about the outcome of the election, and I encourage you to stay informed. Please plan your time accordingly so that we can have a productive lesson together tonight.

If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact me. Otherwise, I look forward to seeing you in class tonight.

Best Regards,

Prof. Mark Phillips】

Fine.

Just go.

Although this is a class of 75 people, and Professor Mark Phillips never takes attendance...

But it's also a good thing to remember what your professor looks like before the end of the semester.

After lunch, Han Yi dressed up and played Stellaris for three hours in the office study. It was not until the pre-set ringtone rang that he heaved a sigh of relief, cursed the Fallen Empire, turned off the computer, and went straight down to the garage.

Standing in front of four cars of different colors and prices, Han Yi hesitated for a minute or two and took out the key of the McLaren P1.

Since I bought it, I have started it up only a few times.

After all, a supercar of this level and design would easily attract attention that Han Yi didn't like.

But today is special, so it doesn’t matter if the car I drive is a little special.

Anyway, most residents of California, especially big cities like Los Angeles, returned home after casting their votes, set up barbecue grills in the backyards, and gathered friends to celebrate the election of the first female president in the history of the United States.

From Bel Air to USC, billboards along the way are almost all covered with presidential campaign advertisements.

As soon as I got on the I-405 highway, I was greeted by a huge horizontal poster.

A headshot of a Democratic candidate standing in front of a national flag, clapping and smiling, with three lines of large words written next to it:

【HILLARY FOR PRESIDENT】

The organization that posted this campaign ad also did not forget to put its own logo on it.

Variety magazine.

Before we had even walked two miles, the next poster appeared with its concise and powerful slogan.

A black and white sketch of the Democratic candidate with a bright pink background and a large hashtag in the center of the picture - #ImWithHer
During the next twenty minutes of driving, all the campaign-related materials as far as the eye could see were all supporting the Democratic Party.

One poster changed the female worker on the "We Can Do It!" poster to the face of a Democratic candidate, with "Hillary 2016" written on it.

There was a white background with a large H with a right-turning arrow and the slogan "STRONGER TOGETHER" printed on it. This was a billboard put up by the Democratic Party itself. There was also a convenience store with her face painted on the wall, with the three bold words "CAUTION! SHATTERED GLASS" written crookedly next to it. This was undoubtedly the work of feminists.

Of course, in addition to public advertisements that cost money, there are more cardboards inserted in front of the lawns of houses along the road.

All are dark blue, which symbolizes the Democratic Party, all are printed with the American flag, and all have the two keywords "Hillary for President" and "2016".

It is obvious that in this hardcore deep blue state, which will be attributed to the Democratic Party by major media as soon as the votes are released, the Republican Party did not spend any publicity budget at all.

Any attempt is in vain.
No matter how red the rural areas are, the combination of several big cities' voting bases can prevent the other party's candidate from ever making a comeback.

Experiencing all of this again, Han Yi's observations became more detailed and his feelings became more profound... Of course, this election that shocked the world also became more closely related to him.

Although he was not directly involved in the war between the two presidential candidates, his familiar name was written on many of the 127 million ballots that were being thrown into boxes one by one from south to north and from east to west.

A name that made him friendly.

Names who have received political donations from him.

While thinking, Han Yi parked the P1 in parking space 328 of the University Gateway apartment parking building.

He has not yet canceled the lease. On the one hand, he does not want to breach the contract without reason. On the other hand, it is because this parking space has indeed provided him with a lot of convenience.

As soon as he turned off the engine and opened the car door, Han Yi received a WhatsApp message.

[Barbara Palvin: I can’t believe you cheated on me after just a few days of not seeing me!]
? ? ? ? ?

Han Yi's mouth twitched and he instantly sent out five question marks.

No, this woman has clairvoyance?

How did she know about Yu Jin...

No, it's a fraud.

[HanYi: What are you talking about?]
[Barbara Palvin: See, I got you?]
[HanYi: What did you catch? ? ]
[Barbara Palvin: How could I reply so quickly if I hadn’t cheated on you?]
[Barbara Palvin: Tell me, which hotel bed are you lying on right now?]
[HanYi: See for yourself.]
Han Yi directly recorded a video of the parking lot and sent it over.

[Barbara Palvin: Look, there's a pre-recorded video prepared for the event.]
"It is now 2016:11...8pm on November , ."

Han Yi turned on the front camera and said unhappily.

[HanYi: Do you believe it now?]
[BarbaraPalvin: Wow, that's incredible, they actually recorded a video for every minute!]
Han Yi directly called via Facetime.

After three rings, Barbara picked up the video.

The Hungarian supermodel in the picture is without makeup.

"Do you believe it now?" Han Yi turned around holding his phone. "It's really in the parking lot."

"I'm just teasing you." Barbara tilted her head, lively and cute, "I just missed you... I want you to call me on Facetime."

What Han Yi can't stand the most is this kind of frank and passionate straight ball.

"What are you doing in the parking garage?"

Observing the ever-changing micro-expressions of her beloved on the screen, Barbara bit her lower lip and chuckled smugly.

"Which parking garage?"

"Next to USC." Han Yi didn't intend to lie about such a small detail. "I came here to do something."

"Oh, good."

Contrary to Han Yi's expectations, Barbara did not continue teasing, but instead zoomed the camera out a little to show him her current environment.

"I'm at JFK, about to fly to Europe."

"Going over so early?"

"Yeah, there's still a lot of work to do."

"Ding dong..."

"Passengers, please be advised that United Airlines flight 1555..."

“Ah, this is my flight!”

As soon as the sound started in the background, Barbara put her face close to the microphone of her mobile phone and shouted in a raised voice.

"I'll text you later, let's get on the plane first!"

Before Han Yi could react, the girl hung up the video call.

After staring at the phone screen for two seconds, Han Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, put it back in his pocket, put on his backpack, and walked towards the elevator.

The next three hours were boring but also a little warm. The boring thing was that Han Yi was not interested in the content of this class at all. He kept pretending to be concentrating on taking notes, but in fact he was looking around on his iPad.

The heartwarming thing was that all four girls were chatting with him, especially Barbara, who was particularly attentive to him today.

[Barbara Palvin: Haven't you had dinner yet?]
[HanYi: Yes, the work is not yet finished.]
[Barbara Palvin: Not finished by nine o'clock?]
[HanYi: It should be half past nine.]
[Barbara Palvin: Oh, God, okay.]
[HanYi: Don’t you want to take a nap? It’s already been three hours since we took off, right?]
[Barbara Palvin: Not sleepy yet...Did you watch the presidential election?]
[HanYi: Watching.]
[BarbaraPalvin: Why do I feel like Trump is really going to win? Am I dreaming?]
[HanYi: There is only one state left to win: Pennsylvania. If we win, the Democratic Party will be finished.]
Having written this, Han Yi looked up at the classroom. Almost all the students were following the progress of the presidential election on their laptops. The classroom was filled with live broadcasts from CNN, CBS and ABC.

Without exception, everyone held their foreheads with their hands, looking solemn.

Except for international students like him who just want to have fun.

The attention and heat of this unprecedented election are self-evident. A large part of the conversations between the four girls and him revolved around the increasingly tense elections in swing states.

Xu Yiru, Zhao Youzhen and Barbara didn't react in any special way. After all, this wasn't their country's election, so they just ignored it. But Madison... she was really anxious. As the Republicans won Ohio, Florida, North Carolina, Utah and Iowa, all the words she sent were capitalized.

Before tonight, the "clown" that everyone sneered at might really have a chance to enter the White House.

[HanYi: Are you okay?]
[Barbara Palvin:? What does it have to do with me?]
[HanYi: I thought you all supported the Democratic Party.]
[BarbaraPalvin: Who are we? I don’t care about American politics at all. Whoever becomes president has to pay taxes anyway… and even if it’s Trump, I’ll have a best friend in the White House.]
[HanYi: Hahaha.]
Han Yi knew that the best friend Barbara was talking about was Karlie Kloss.

The one who can bring her into the White House is her boyfriend and his new resource on Wall Street, Joshua Kushner.

Of course, the real situation is far more complicated than Barbara imagined. Joshua cannot and will not appear around the White House. This is not in his interest and will offend the business partners he often deals with.

But this statement is also correct.

An acquaintance in the White House.

what.

I didn't expect that after being reborn, I could still participate in such interesting fun.

Time passed quickly, and at half past nine, Han Yi got up on time, ignoring the increasingly anxious and depressing atmosphere in the classroom. He left the teaching building with brisk steps and returned to the University Gateway apartment.

1...

2...

3...

Yes, what should we have for dinner tonight?

Han Yi stared at the numbers jumping on the elevator display board, thinking wildly.

Gotta find a restaurant that doesn't support the Democratic Party.

Lest their tears fall into my bowl.

The second time I saw these people in Los Angeles looking so grief-stricken, it still made me laugh.

I wonder how my employees will sigh and complain when I go to the office tomorrow.

Should I not go to the office tomorrow?
This is to prevent you from laughing secretly when your employees are crying.

Hahaha, just thinking about it——

fuck!

As the elevator door opened, Han Yi, who had been immersed in his own world, suddenly widened his eyes and his brain stopped working.

The slender figure wearing a black miniskirt, an equally dark leather jacket, and a pair of over-the-knee leather boots, sitting in front of the hood and winking at him with a half-smile, was none other than Barbara Pavin.

What kind of international joke is this about the connection between China, the United States and Europe?

Didn't she fly to Europe?

"I didn't expect it to be so cold in Los Angeles tonight. I'm freezing here."

Barbara brushed the nonexistent dust off her legs, stood up, and walked towards him.

Every crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the concrete floor struck Han Yi's heart, making him a little dazed.

"The place where you parked is really hard to find. I watched your two videos and studied them for a long time before I realized that it is not inside USC, but in this apartment building outside."

Standing in front of Han Yi, Barbara closed her left eye playfully.

"You didn't expect me to come, did you?"

"...Who could have imagined that?" After a long while, Han Yi slowly uttered these words.

"Do you think I'll miss your birthday?"

Barbara chuckled, then leaned forward slightly and placed her soft lips on Han Yi's lips.

"Happy birthday, silly."

(End of this chapter)