On this day, Yi Zichen hired a century-old ghost for a company again, and slapped the remuneration he received on Feng Qingyang's table: "Elder brother, are there any other jobs?" Feng Qingyang smoothly took the remuneration from the remuneration.
He took out a stack and pushed it back to Yi Zichen: "Little girl, you haven't rested for two days in a row. This won't work! You go and have a night's rest first. Didn't you keep pestering me and asking me to take you there?
Is New York fun? I'll take you around tomorrow." Yi Zichen stuffed the wad of U.S. dollars into his pocket and said calmly: "I'm not tired yet, and I don't want to go out to play, senior brother.
Give me a job to do. After finishing this, I will go to rest." Feng Qingyang frowned and tapped her head with his finger: "Little girl, you don't even listen to my senior brother? After all, I am yours.
Half master, go and have a rest. After you have rested enough, I will naturally do the work for you. If you don't obey again, I will pack you up and send you back to the old man!" Yi Zichen was a little afraid of him after all, so he had no choice but to return to Feng Qingyang.
She went to rest in the apartment arranged for her. The next day, as soon as she got up, Feng Qingyang drove a sports car to her place. After picking her up, he visited many scenic spots, including the Statue of Liberty, Ground Zero, and Central Park.
...I took her to visit almost all the famous attractions in New York. Feng Qingyang was so tired that her legs were sore. He was both a driver and a tour guide, and he talked more along the way than he had in his entire life. Helpless Izi
Chen always looked absent-minded, wandering around from time to time, not knowing which god to chat with. This made Feng Qingyang feel helpless and angry. But he couldn't bear to kiss her. Seeing that it was almost noon, Feng Qingyang
He took her to a small but very elegant restaurant, ordered a few Chinese side dishes and a bottle of high-end red wine, and the two of them ate and chatted. It turned out that this girl was chattering with him when they were eating.
She looked like a little sparrow, but now she had a dazed look on her face. She couldn't answer a word he said ten times. Although this girl didn't talk much, she drank a lot of wine. Her little face was stained red by the alcohol.
"Little girl, if you can't let him go, go back and find him! Don't look like you're going to die!" Feng Qingyang finally couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the goblet on the table, scaring Yi Zichen.
After a jump, she finally regained her wandering consciousness. She shook her head subconsciously: "No! I don't want it!"