Indulge in Life in America

"It's okay, but I didn't clean up my house, and there is nothing delicious to entertain you."

Yang Cheng didn't care, and said straightforwardly, "It's okay, tell me the house number, I will go up now."

The apartment that Wang Keying rented is on the 10th floor, with one side facing the sea and the other overlooking Santa Monica. It is considered high-end from a geographical point of view, but the apartment does not have a large area, almost all of them are 40-80 square meters of hardcover small apartments. Senior white-collar workers working nearby are renting.

When Yang Cheng took the elevator to the 10th floor, she also saw several brightly dressed but dusty peripheral PR women preparing to go out to work.

When they met, they exchanged glances. The peripheral women have a keen sense of smell for money. Even if Yang Cheng's performance is low-key, his tailor-made tailored clothes by the designer still failed to escape the eyes of the outsiders. , Can't help but stop

But they are also very strange. How could this young man of Chinese descent, who had an extraordinary background and a lot of money, appear here? Which bit of the new fisherman is it?

Yang Cheng didn't let them wait any longer, and stood in front of the house number that Wang Keying had told him, raising his hand and rang the doorbell.

Several peripheral women looked at each other. It turned out that it was mixed-blood Bitch's food. No need to read it, they were out of play.

When Wang Keying came to open the door, a few peripheral women happened to get on the elevator, so they didn't see this scene.

There was a rush of footsteps, and the door opened. Yang Cheng raised the red wine in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I was too eager to prepare a decent gift. I can only buy a bottle of the most expensive red wine in the supermarket downstairs. Hope Please do not mind that."

Wang Keying was dressed in pale pink home furnishing clothes, with her hair casually pulled back, several strands of hair wetted with sweat and stuck to her forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Hearing Yang Cheng's words, Wang Keying gasped and said, "Thank you, this gift is already very good, please come in, I just cleaned it urgently, but it is still very sloppy, don't dislike it."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Yang Cheng always felt that Wang Keying's smile was somewhat formulaic, and did not show the enthusiasm.

Following him in, a huge floor-to-ceiling window was facing the door, and sunlight poured in unreservedly, making this otherwise small apartment extremely transparent, with great visual effects.

Yang Cheng probably knew the layout of this apartment at the first glance. It is the most classic one-bedroom, one-living and one-bathroom single apartment, but the decoration materials are high-quality, coupled with excellent views, the price of selling a luxury house is reasonable. Among them, if it is rented, the rent is definitely a sky-high price, no wonder Wang Keying is so stressed.

The decoration style of the whole room is very girlish, pale pink and lavender are the main colors, and HelloKitty stickers can be seen everywhere.

Yang Cheng smiled. He didn't expect that in the TV series, the heroic shockwave girl would have such a girlish heart in private.

Wang Keying rubbed her head embarrassedly, "I made you laugh~"

Yang Cheng shook his head, "No, this is very good, very characteristic decoration style."

Everyone thinks this is false.

Wang Keying hurriedly gathered up a pile of clothes that had just been washed before being folded, and threw them into the closed bedroom. Only then did she have the time to ask Yang Cheng what to drink.

"Whatever, Baishui is fine. By the way, what did you do? Is there enough for both of us? Would you like me to order some takeaway?"

Yang Cheng came to the window as he talked. He stepped on Santa Monica Beach. The invincible Pacific Ocean was unobstructed. Here you can enjoy the ebb and flow of the tide, and you have a sense of sight for thousands of years.

Wang Keying came over and said, rather proudly, "Isn’t it great? I fell in love with the scenery at first sight, so even if the rent is high, I have to rent it. My dream is to wait for me to make money one day. With enough money, I bought this apartment and let this view belong to me alone."

Although Yang Cheng doesn’t know the housing prices here, he can guess it. The whole apartment is about 70 square meters. The footing, landscape, security facilities, etc. are all good. In addition to the high housing prices in Los Angeles, you have to buy them all. No matter how much US$70,800,000, this is definitely a huge sum of money for an actress who has not proved herself on the big screen just a few years after her debut.

But Yang Cheng didn't continue the topic, and instead asked, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Wang Keying was taken aback, and then apologized, "Oh, I have enough food. I just bought it back today and bought a lot of delicious foods, but they are all popular in supermarkets. I don't know if you can get used to it."

Yang Cheng shrugged, "I'm not that hypocritical."

Wang Keying stuck out her tongue, "Well, you can sit down for a while. I'll prepare for it. It will be done soon."

Without waiting for Yang Cheng's consent, he ran towards the kitchen, not forgetting to bring Yang Cheng a glass of water first.

When the clanging sound came from the kitchen, Yang Cheng sent a message to Hansen, who was on standby downstairs, asking him to find the landlord of Wang Keying’s apartment, and to buy the house and temporarily transfer the ownership to his own name.

Hansen second replied that Yang Cheng put away the phone in peace, poured his saliva, and stood in front of the window with his pocket in his pocket. The horizon was almost parallel to the line of sight, and the sky was within reach.

. . . . . .

Just as Yang Cheng and Wang Keying were having dinner, a very low-key office existed on the first floor of a red-brick multi-storey apartment on the first floor of a red-brick multi-storey apartment on a street outside the busiest bar area in Iowa. There are only more than 70,000 people. In a city dominated by college students, this office is inconspicuous. It does not have a house number. There are only a few black and white printed papers indicating that this is the "Mrs. Zipperton Iowa City Office" and every day Operating time

There are also a few glass windows with blue "H~i~l~l~a~r~" promotional cardboard.

In fact, it is said that it is an office, which is actually remodeled by two apartments with one bedroom and one living room: a few white plastic tables and swivel chairs occupy the center of the living room, which constitutes the place where organizers and volunteers usually work, and there is Changsha next to it. Hair set and coffee table are for everyone to use for rest, sometimes when there are too many volunteers.

Two rooms, one of which was transformed into a meeting room and storage room, and the other was transformed into an office of the district leader. The walls are covered with banners, decorations, and decorations hand-painted and made by various volunteers. A big H, with photos of supporters and volunteers pasted in the middle, surrounded by blue and red lights.

Generally speaking, the decoration of the office is simple and exquisite, but it is full of the atmosphere of election.

In a cubicle by the window in the office, Mrs. Zipperton and Richard Debin sat on the sofa with implicit smiles, not knowing what they were talking about. Opposite them, an energetic girl was leaning on the sofa and tapping on the computer. .

The winter sun shines through the blinds on the girl's red hair and childish face, making her look full of vigor.

Mrs. Zipperton pointed to the girl and said to Richard Debin, "You can hardly imagine what you were doing when you were 25 years old?"

Richard Debin smiled, "Twenty-five years old? I seem to be secretly hurt by the failure of a case."

After saying something, I carefully looked at the petite and laughing girl, and said with emotion, "You can hardly imagine that a girl who is only 25 years old has participated in two general elections and two local elections. jobs."

Mrs. Zipperton nodded in agreement, looking at the girl’s eyes full of affection, “I’ve known Jennings for 7 years. When she was 18 years old, she joined my team for the first time. At that time, she was ignorant and only knew. Serving tea and pouring water, who would have thought that she is now the campaign leader of my team in Southeastern Iowa?"

Richard Debin was holding a cup of instant coffee and drank with relish, "Everything is impermanent~"

Looking around, you can see through the window that many young volunteers are busy, seeming to be printing flyers. Their faces are filled with enthusiastic smiles. Even though it is very hard work, they still appreciate that this can add to their resumes. The work of the pen is sweet.

"Richard, this is the first time you have come to me, right?" said Mrs. Zipperton, pointing to her campaign office.

"You forgot, I've been to your main office in DC, but the atmosphere here is very good~" Richard Debin reminded him and said with a smile.

Mrs. Zipperton patted her forehead~www.wuxiaspot.com~Look at my memory. I have been too busy recently and can't remember many things. "

Richard Debin put down his tea cup, his face turned straight, and said in a deep voice, "Let's talk about it, you called me all the way, didn't it just for me to visit the office?"

Mrs. Zipperton gave a wry smile, "You, can't you relax? Don't keep your face straight."

Richard Debin disagreed, "You know, this is my job. Every dang faction needs someone like me to maintain the basic order in the dang."

Mrs. Zipperton had to nod her head, "I know that it is because of your great work that the Donkey Party has achieved today's achievements."

Richard did not smile, obviously this flattery did not work, "Mrs. Zipperton, my schedule is very tight."

He pointed to his watch and motioned to the other party to hurry up and talk business.

Mrs. Zipton had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "I need help from the Dang faction."

Richard nodded insignificantly, "Of course, helping candidates is part of my job, but what kind of help?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zipton didn't have any embarrassment. Of course, she wasn't embarrassed at all. She was joking, and being a tong person is a basic quality. The previous appearance is just a pretend.

"Money, ZZ resources, media resources, etc., of course, the most important thing is money. With money, I can take care of everything behind it." Mrs. Zipperton said loudly.

Jennings, who was always lowering his head and typing on the keyboard, raised his head in surprise. Obviously, he didn't expect the two dang gang leaders to talk about such a serious matter in front of her little messy hair, and the little girl fidgeted for a while.

America indulge in life

America indulge in life