roccoschili Chapter 157: Traces of Her Love for Him (2)
Chapter 157: Traces of Her Love for Him (2)
The black gold ring suddenly lit up, and Heihaze's message: [Boss, sensing infrared radiation from a military telescope at one o'clock.]
Pei Yao looked over and saw the one o'clock direction, the mountaintop villa.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What kind of person is this? Why doesn't he use a sniper rifle to do this? It's much clearer.
After Phil finished packing, he led his people out and left only a few servants and the chef at home.
As soon as I went out, I saw Pei Yao standing in the corridor, holding a wine glass in his hand, but he didn't drink a sip. He pursed his lips as if he was smiling.
Completely confused, Phil nodded: "Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
"Wait." Before Phil could walk away, Pei Yao suddenly instructed, "Find a few people to come over tomorrow and hang up the lights outside."
Phil glanced at the porch light outside the villa in confusion.
This is a purely American style lantern. Although it is not very bright, it is enough to illuminate the surrounding area.
Not understanding, Phil asked, "Sir, do you mean to change to strong lighting?"
After thinking about it, I felt that it was not right, so I added: "Or do you mean that we need to hang up colorful lights to welcome the New Year?"
Christmas is over, why do we need to put up lights for New Year's Eve?
"Hang up all kinds of lights, make them as bright as possible." Pei Yao said, and walked in with a wine glass.
When he reached the door, he looked towards the top of the mountain again and said meaningfully, "Don't let it get too dark here."
He raised his hand and closed the door.
In the attic on the top of the mountain, Lu Qi was covered with a blanket and looking through a telescope.
I watched as the door of the house down the mountain closed, but soon the lights in all the windows of the rooms inside came on, as if it were daytime.
I was originally peeping from afar, but the road at the foot of the mountain was pitch black, and I was still a little scared.
After all, I've watched too many horror movies, and only holy light can drive away evil.
Resting his chin on his hand, Lu Qi put down the telescope and took out the note given by Lucy. There was only a row of phone numbers on it. It didn't look like an auspicious number, but rather random.
After folding the note, Lu Qi turned over and went downstairs.
The lights in the building were bright. When I walked into the corridor, I saw Lucy preparing things for New Year's Eve downstairs.
The United States attaches great importance to New Year's Eve, and lively parties are popular. A group of people get together on New Year's Eve, and when the New Year's bell rings, they might even kiss each other.
However, the security team has regulations that do not allow too many people to enter and leave Lu Qi's villa, so she and Lucy are the only ones spending New Year's Eve together.
Seeing Lu Qi come downstairs after peeping again, Lucy asked, "It's New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow. Do you want to invite Mr. Cui upstairs?"
If Lu Qi said that he didn't care, Lucy wouldn't ask, but since he went to the attic to check it out for several hours after dinner, she naturally cared.
Lu Qi pursed his lips: "Do you think he needs company on New Year's Eve?"
This is true.
A man like my ancestor's husband will have many people rushing to his house on New Year's Eve. He is rich and powerful and will never be lonely.
The lonely one is her little ancestor, whose identity is unknown, and who has no relatives or friends.
I just want to say one more thing - but are you sure that in his eyes, the presence of other people is the same as your presence?
However, I couldn't express it and didn't know what was going on between them.
Only they themselves can overcome their disaster.
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In two days, New Year's Eve arrived.
There is another float parade on the main street of San Francisco. It is said that there will be fireworks all over San Francisco tonight, and the scale of the fireworks can even be seen in Napa Valley.
There were bursts of laughter coming from the TV, and mistletoe was hung in every household.
There is a saying that kissing under the mistletoe can help you spend the rest of your life together.
The villa at the foot of the mountain was just as Lu Qi said. From afternoon to night, there was a constant flow of people.
Knowing that Pei Yao was here, people came to visit him one after another.
James also came from Chicago with his female companion.
Under Phil's arrangement, the whole villa gradually became filled with the atmosphere of New Year's Eve, and men and women gathered in the villa.
Phil hung mistletoe on the porch. Major General Ferrer rolled his eyes at the red and green wreath and said, "Phil, you're courting death. Your boss's wife isn't here. Are you putting this up to irritate him?"
Phil paused, not knowing whether to take it or not, and said anxiously: "The master didn't say not to let me, it can't be that serious..."
From Phil's perspective, this is San Francisco, a world of decadence and extravagance.
Rich men have countless female companions, and even a marriage contract cannot restrain their extravagant and extravagant love.
Especially during festivals like this, when the boss's wife is not around, there are bound to be girls who come to kiss their boss.
For the sake of atmosphere, the boss won't refuse a kiss and insist on having that person.
He heard from people in the Losa Group that the boss's surname in China was not Cui and he was notoriously dissolute.
Moreover, he had just seen a stunningly hot girl approaching Pei Yao to chat up.
Ferrer shook his head and laughed, "That's because you haven't realized what a paranoid lunatic your boss is."
Too lazy to add some unpopular knowledge to Phil, Ferrer turned and went into the villa.
He was also feeling quite lonely today. Marika's ship was parked in the Pacific Ocean. Undoubtedly, if he didn't find a way to release Lu Qi, Pei Yao could keep the ship parked on the sea.
As soon as he entered the door, Feiler saw Pei Yao sitting on the single sofa that was as wide as two people, chatting with the boss of United Airlines.
This house looked much more luxurious than when he came here two days ago. It was decorated with luxurious soft furnishings, and for some reason it was as bright as day outside, as if it was lighting someone's way.
Although it was just a middle-class villa, the man's status was clear. Even if he lived in a small villa, a group of bigwigs would come to curry favor with him.
The boss of United Airlines was sitting on the double sofa opposite, and next to him was a pretty young girl, the boss's third daughter.
I heard the boss ask, "Mr. Cui, why don't you have a female companion on this important holiday?"
Without waiting for Pei Yao to speak, Feiler walked over and sat on Pei Yao's armrest: "Mr. Galen, what you said is true. I don't have a female companion either. Who said that you have to have someone to accompany you during the holidays?"
Pei Yao glanced at Feiler. This man was quite sensible today.
Seeing Ferrer coming over, the boss felt abrupt and shook the glass of high-quality wine. "Major General, I'm just worried that Mr. Cui is too lonely."
Ferrer glanced at the third daughter.
I saw it today. Ever since the third daughter came into the family, her eyes have been almost fixed on Pei Yao.
It’s not anyone’s fault, it’s Pei Yao’s fault that he is really good-looking. There are few single girls at the party tonight who don’t stare at him.
Moreover, he is rich and powerful, and has a military background. Not to mention his third daughter, the boss of US United Airlines is eager to give him his daughters, not just one, but all three.
Feller picked up the wine and took a sip. It was from a Napa Valley estate, probably bought directly from across the street.
These people drink other people's wives' wine and steal other people's wives' women. It's amazing what they can do.
Laughing, Ferrer continued, "I'm lonely too. Why don't you care about me? My wife is still in the Pacific. By the way, Mr. Cui, where's your wife?"
As soon as the words fell, the third girl, who was about to stand up to toast Pei Yao, stopped in mid-air.
The Mi United Airlines boss's face froze: "Mr. Cui... is married?"