Chapter 1167: monotonous
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The American Scripture
- Fortune telling
- 1850 characters
- 2021-03-03 06:47:52
Zhen Fan likes to chat with this little girl very much, with some cunning in her innocence, and a feeling of innocence that she has not yet escaped her childishness. This feeling is very comfortable. So Zhen Fan is willing to tease her.
The two were talking. A pair of middle-aged men and women who were three or four years old came over. The woman looked very young, a taste of a mature young woman, while the man showed an extraordinary atmosphere and a general demeanor. . Zhen Fan knew the man's life style was very good at a glance, and the face of this family could roughly tell the man's future and destiny.
"Tongtong, who are you chatting with? Is it your friend? I haven't heard that you have friends or classmates in Miami?" The young woman walked over to Jia Yuntong first, and then took a look at Zhen Fan. She probably felt Zhen Fan's temperament. Very good, not a bad person, so he nodded and smiled, "Do you know our family Tongtong?"
"Yes, I just met!" Zhen Fan laughed, and then blinked at Jia Yuntong. This meant it was obvious. It was a joke about Jia Yuntong who lied about traveling alone.
Jia Yuntong blushed, but immediately got up, watching the middle-aged man walk over, and ran over with a smile, then hugged your middle-aged man’s arm and smiled,
Dad, let me introduce you to me. Friends. Very famous in the United States...no, very famous in the world..."
"I know, Zhen Fan, Mr. Zhen!" The middle-aged man looked at Jia Yuntong and smiled, then stretched out his hand to Zhen Fan and said, "I've heard of the name for a long time, I never thought I would meet a big celebrity here. I am Tongtong’s father, Jia Naizhang. I am very glad to see you here by chance. This is my wife Wen Zishan."
The two shook hands, and Zhen Fan smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Jia. Hello, Mrs. Jia." The woman also nodded to Zhen Fan. I can see that she is well maintained, if you really want to look at the surface. It is easy to recognize Wen Zishan and her daughter Jia Yuntong as two sisters, which shows that this woman really spends a lot of time on maintenance.
After the two said a few greetings, Jia Naizhang smiled and said, "Mr. Zhen is on vacation in Miami? I originally thought you would be in Los Angeles, but the temperature here is better than Los Angeles. I plan to spend a foreign country here. The sentimental Spring Festival, uh...Look at the time, it's also coming."
Zhen Fan was taken aback, then looked at Jia Yuntong again and laughed. This girl is purely a liar. Jia Yuntong saw Zhen Fan look over. He pursed his lips and said, "I didn't mean to lie to you, I am a little girl, and I met an uncle like you outside, so I'm not careful. I don't know if I was cheated by you."
Zhen Fan spoke instantly. It's not that he can't see the origin of Jia Yuntong, he can even see what Jia Yuntong is here for and where he will go in the future, but he has never thought of using his special ability to do this. Because everything is insight in advance, this life is meaningless. Besides, there are too many insights into heaven. With Zhen Fan's current cultivation base, although there is nothing to be afraid of, there will be some side effects that will accumulate for a long time. It may become a hidden danger. Therefore, he generally does not use his Dao skills casually to speculate on the secrets of the past and the future.
"Tongtong, how do you talk? It's not polite yet. Apologize to Mr. Zhen!" The young woman Wen Zishan quickly said to Jia Yuntong, "Usually teach you not to lie. Why do you start to lie again?" Zhen Fan smiled apologetically, "The child is not sensible. Don't be surprised."
"How come?" Zhen Fan nodded at her, then looked at Jia Naizhang and smiled. "It seems that you didn't come here with some tour group. That's OK. Today, I will be the host. Please come to my house as guests. Anyway, I am alone, which is quite boring. We can have an outdoor barbecue at home." He looked at Jia Naizhang.
"I can't ask for it!" Jia Naizhang laughed, and then waved his hand, "I don't have the slightest resistance to Mr. Zhen's love. You know, buying this is very expensive in China, but it is much cheaper in the United States. It's a pity that you can only buy the original flavor in the capital. There are fake and fake wines in other places in the country, but...the fake is the fake, it won't be the climate, because the taste is unique. Two."
"Thank you for the compliment, but... It seems that Mr. Jia is also in business, right? And it should be pretty good." Zhen Fan said casually, then waved his hand and invited Jia Naizhang to his villa, from here to the villa. The distance is not too far, it will be there after a short walk.
"It's a small business that doesn't have any countertops. I recently wanted to invest in a hotel in Miami. I just don't know how to start. Many of the hotel businesses here are controlled by local snakes. It is difficult for outsiders to come in." Jia Naizhang followed. Walking with Zhen Fan, he sighed.
Jia Yuntong followed Zhen Fan. She packed up the easel and shelf, and then she carried it, wrinkling her nose and muttering along the way: "Well, when adults talk about things, it's not fun. It's better. I paint. You deal with me like this every day, and I deal with you, and I'm so annoying. Didn't I say it, don't talk about these things when I come out to play?"
"Shhh, how do you speak, you girl." Wen Zishan smiled and poked Jia Yuntong on the forehead, helping her carry the easel, "What do you know, you can come to Miami without your father to deal with it like this? Ah? This time, your father wants to buy a hotel in Miami. Then, you can come and play at any time, right?"
"Really?" Jia Yuntong exclaimed in surprise. Then it caused Zhen Fan to look back, making her a little embarrassed to make a face at Zhen Fan.
"My daughter was spoiled by me, and she must have been rude in front of Mr. Zhen again today." Jia Naizhang said to Zhen Fan apologetically, "However, in general, her nature is still kind, which is what I think. The only place to be proud of.
As he said, he looked back at Jia Yuntong who was making funny faces behind him.
This look is full of affection and love, and the father's love for his daughter is included in it. Zhen Fan couldn't help but nodded. He has this mentality towards his son and daughter, so he compares his heart to heart, not to mention this Jia Yuntong is indeed quite good. So nodded in agreement with Jia Naizhang's point of view.
While chatting along the way, I saw a villa in front of it that looked like a manor. The fences of the villa were all built very delicately, which looked like carved murals. When Zhen Fan walked here, the door opened automatically, and then a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes ran over and bowed to Zhen Fan and then to Jia Naizhang's family.
This action still scared Wen Zishan. Perhaps he had never seen a foreign devils bowing to herself, nodding and bowing, a little uncomfortable, but Jia Naizhang accepted it calmly. At that time, Jia Yuntong smiled and looked at the middle-aged man and smiled: "You Is it the steward here?"
"Yes, miss." The middle-aged man said respectfully to Jia Yuntong, and then gestured to ask Zhen Fan and his party to enter, and he quickly closed the door. As soon as he entered the gate, Jia Naizhang was a little surprised by the layout here, and Wen Zishan, who was accustomed to seeing various luxury houses, also opened his eyes wide.
Jia Yuntong was jumping alive on the grass, laughing loudly: "The environment here is really good, Star Zhen, I will live here in the future, I'm not allowed to not agree." Said and shook at Zhen Fan like a cute one. Shaking his hips, "Let me live for a while, okay? Just one week...five days...three days will go...it can't be less, at least two days!"
It was like a cute pet dog, showing a pleased look at Zhen Fan. Make Zhen Fan laugh and cry. At that time, Jia Naizhang couldn't help but shook his head and said: "What are you talking about? It's really rude. This is Mr. Zhen's home, not yours. How can you live in at will? Even friends can't be so casual!"
"Yes, yes, my father!" Jia Yuntong wrinkled his nose at Jia Naizhang, then stuck out his tongue, and lightly passed Zhen Fan and Jia Naizhang towards the hall, and when he saw the comfortable sofa, he crashed. Going down, then I felt comfortable and raised a lazy waist and said, "It's so comfortable, Dad-we will buy such a house in the future."
Jia Naizhang did not answer her words, but smiled at Zhen Fannai. The three of them also entered the hall. As soon as they sat down, they saw a young girl in a servant's uniform who flashed out from nowhere, and then he was right. The four people bowed and said: "Mr. Zhen, distinguished guests, hello, what do you need to drink?"
"Coffee~EbookFREE.me~Mr. Jia, how about you?" Zhen Fan asked.
"Coffee. Give my wife a cup of lemon tea, thank you, if you have one, just have a cup of tea if you don't have one!" Jia Naizhang nodded to the maid gentlemanly.
"I want Coke, I want it frozen." Jia Yuntong called out loudly, then got up from the sofa with a smile, and then looked at the hall, which was luxuriously furnished. Because this is a gift from the Modine family to Zhen Fan. The decoration style of the Modine family has always been influenced by the helm Diocletian, and they are all extremely luxurious. So in Jia Yuntong's view, the first feeling was to open his mouth and then shake his head.
"What's the matter?" Zhen Fan asked with a smile when he saw Jia Yuntong's expression, "Is there something wrong? Or does it feel better than you think?"
As soon as Jia Yuntong heard it, he jumped up and jumped from the sofa to Zhen Fan’s front. He clicked at Zhen Fan’s house in a very serious way and said,
Look, look, it’s so luxurious, at first glance. , I feel very grand, but in a blink of an eye, there is a very monotonous feeling. So there will always be uncomfortable... No, why is my visual sensation different from the physical sensation of the object? The body feels very comfortable, but the vision But it’s a little bit... really strange." To be continued. .