"The founder of a company I invested in came to New York temporarily and had to entertain him until late at night. So I arranged for my assistant to wait for you at the port. After the party, I asked her to take you home. Have fun."

Li Zhiyi sat in the car for a long time. When the time was almost up, he first sent a text message to Long Qi, then called Alison to tell Alison to come to the port later, and then drove to the townhouse on 74th Avenue.

Long Qi did not reply to the message. I don’t know whether he didn’t see it or simply didn’t want to reply.

The decoration of the townhouse has been completed. Although the raw materials used are expensive and the decoration team also carried out manual deodorization, there is still a faint smell of "decoration" in the room.

The whole villa is decorated in an Italian exquisite and simple style, so in order not to look out of place, the renovated kitchen, although it is a Chinese-style kitchen, looks very neat and a bit frigid.

Li Zhiyi looked around and was very satisfied with his aesthetics.

Go back and fill up the wine cabinet in the entrance, tidy up the flowers in the garden... and finish the soft furnishings, then everything will be perfect.

But the only bad thing is that the area is too big. The five-story building plus the outdoor garden and swimming pool is close to 2,000 square meters.

I walk around twice a day indoors, and my WeChat step count reaches 10,000. I feel cold and unpopular.

Hiring two nannies, a gardener, etc., it doesn't feel like home, it's just a place to live.

Li Zhiyi grew up in a relative's home, which is described as "warmth of family affection" at best, or "relying under the influence of others" at worst.

As a result, he resisted from the bottom of his heart to live in close quarters with people with whom he was not so close. This was also the reason why he was almost robbed in the Bay Area but was unwilling to hire a bodyguard.

Classmate Xiao Li is actually quite "independent" in nature, and not many people can get into his heart...

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At nine o'clock in the evening, the yacht returned to the port.

Alison received a text message from "agent" Xu Jing and immediately appeared at the dock.

Long Qi didn't make any fuss and got on the bus to go home.

Everyone thought it was arranged by Li Zhiyi, but looking at the Volkswagen that Allison drove, they just thought Long Qi and her were friends.

But Qiao Yang met Alison in Chicago...

Everyone left, but Xu Jingliu said at the end: "Xiao Qiao, will something happen soon?"

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Qiao Yang asked.

Xu Jing lamented in his heart, feeling that the role he played today was really a bit annoying: "Um... come with me if you have nothing to do? Someone has prepared a surprise for you. He will be busy and can't get away at the moment, so he asked me to pass it on to you.

"

Qiao Yang tucks his broken hair: "I remember you are my friend, right?"

"Yes, I thought he just had many romantic partners, but I didn't expect it to be like this." Xu Jing said sincerely.

He thought that Li Zhiyi was just a wanderer who liked kidney transplants and incurred too many romantic debts, so he asked him to be his wingman to cover up. This kind of thing was not a big deal in his mind.

He never expected that it was a fucking tactic! This made him sit on the wax.

Qiao Yang acquiesced to this statement and looked into the distance: "You go back and rest first, I will solve it myself."

"Okay, sorry." Xu Jing nodded apologetically and left.

A few minutes later, Li Zhiyi slowly appeared in front of Qiao Yang in his car, lowered the window and greeted with a smile on his face: "Get in the car."

Qiao Yang said nothing and got into the passenger seat. Li Zhiyi said without any explanation: "Guess what gift I prepared."

"When did you start to lose respect? Am I Pan Jinlian, or you are Ximen Qing, or Xu Jing is the 'Wang Po'? Are we having an affair?" Qiao Yang asked a series of questions.

Li Zhiyi had nothing to say, and Qiao Yang didn't care to answer, just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She didn't particularly care about Long Qi's sarcasm, and even kept her expression calm when being teased and targeted by Sister Wang, because these were the actions of others; the more this happened, the more she cared about how Li Zhiyi treated her, so she was very angry.

There was no words all the way. When they arrived at the townhouse, Li Zhiyi opened the door: "You live in the dormitory now and you can't cook. This kitchen is prepared for you. The door password is your birthday, and your information has been entered into the property."

Qiao Yang opened his mouth to refuse, but smelled a faint "decoration smell". He suddenly remembered the smell on his body when he was eating some time ago. The words that came to his mouth circled around and then swallowed: "How long have you been preparing for?"

"It didn't take long. I spent most of the time waiting for furniture, and the decoration work took about 27/8 days." Li Zhiyi said vaguely.

The junior high school Chinese teacher said that when writing a composition, you should leave blank space.

That day, he deliberately didn't change his clothes and looked dressed up when they met, just for this moment.

"Did you decorate it yourself?"

"No, you still don't know that I can't fix light bulbs, so I can't decorate. I hired a decoration team and I'll move bricks and stuff."

Qiao Yang felt soft in his heart. Sometimes the touching thing is not just how grand and romantic it is, but the details of "moistening things silently" that touch the heart even more.

"I'm sorry, but I really like you."

Li Zhiyi said in an extremely shameless manner, coming closer and hugging the beauty in front of him.

Qiao Yang pursed his lips and kept patting his back with both hands.

Li Zhiyi endured it silently. After a long time, Miss Qiao probably exhausted all her strength and gradually stopped and allowed herself to be held by him.

"Let's go to the roof to watch the stars." Li Zhiyi let go of his hand.

Qiao Yang put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Hug me."

Fortunately there is an elevator, otherwise Li Zhiyi's waist would have been ruined after working hard all night.

Holding his round and surprisingly elastic thighs with both hands, like conjoined twins, he came to the tatami in the open-air garden and sat down. Li Zhiyi lay down directly.

As if he was suffering from Parkinson's disease, he took out his phone with trembling fingers.

The night was as cold as water, and a gust of cold wind blew by. Qiao Yang couldn't help but shiver.

Li Zhiyi took off his coat and put it on her. Qiao Yang said angrily: "There are no stars."

New York has always been one of the cities with the most serious light pollution. The neon lights here are flashing and the lights are bright, but it is difficult to see the vast starry sky like when I was a child.

"Don't worry, 5, 4, 3..."

"Bang, bang bang."

As Li Zhiyi's artificial countdown sounded, fireworks exploded in the sky, and the trees, silver flowers, stars and moon shined in the sky.

"The Milky Way appeared because of you." Li Zhiyi said softly.

Qiao Yang tightened his coat and leaned gently on his shoulder, his vision gradually blurred...

The fireworks bloom one after another, the colors are really beautiful.

"...Compatriots outside Hong Kong and overseas Chinese would like to send New Year greetings to all the Chinese people around the world!"

The radio version of the "Spring Festival Gala" was replayed in the headphones, fireworks exploded over Chinatown in the distance, and a beautiful girl was walking alone on her way back to Suse after class.

She was holding two bags of quick-frozen dumplings that she had finally bought with great difficulty, one for lunch and one for dinner. This was her New Year.

Downstairs in the dormitory, a fashionably dressed middle-aged woman with a somewhat familiar appearance appeared in view.

"Auntie... why are you here?" the girl asked unexpectedly.

The middle-aged woman smiled and held her hand: "I can't send you a message. I can only come and invite you in person. Come home with me to celebrate the New Year."

"No, auntie, I have classes in the afternoon."

"Have a meal at noon and come back to class. It's Chinese New Year. How can I eat frozen dumplings?"

"No, aunt, it's a waste of time to run back and forth. Let's go to a restaurant to eat. I know a Sichuan restaurant that's really good. It's hard for you to come to New York, so let me do my best to be a landlord. I'll treat you." The girl refused again and again.

The middle-aged woman made an angry expression: "What, why don't you kiss your aunt? Why don't you meet your aunt? There is no one else at home. You also met Xiao Yi's father last time he came to New York...and Xiao Yi's girlfriend.

There are so many people and it’s so lively.”

"Well, I know that girl." The girl lowered her head and replied.

The middle-aged woman was stunned and remained silent for more than ten seconds before saying: "Let's go, my dear, let's go to dinner..."

"Yeah! Okay, auntie, I'm telling you, New York's Chinatown is full of Chinese New Year flavor. I'll be your guide after dinner."

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In the evening, the middle-aged woman reluctantly sent the girl back to her dormitory. She opened her mouth several times before saying, "My daughter, I have wronged you."

"Auntie, I am not wronged. I am very happy to have you accompany me during the New Year." The night was bitingly cold, and the girl's face turned red from the cold, and she said with a naive smile.

The middle-aged woman waved her hands and left. She didn't dare to speak again for fear of crying. This gentle girl made people feel distressed.

A large red paper lantern bought in Chinatown is exquisite in style. It unfolds the bamboo sections inside and lights the gold-lacquered candle inside.

Turning off the light, the girl curled up at the foot of the bed in the dark night, resting her chin on her knees and staring at the warm yellow light.

As the night gets deeper, the lantern lights up the moon, and I look at it carefully.
Chapter completed!