Feeling someone calling herself, Cheng Tae-hee woke up in the bedroom of the Gulfstream V-shaped business jet. She saw Lily Farville next to Chen Qing standing at the door and knocking on the door. She sat up and subconsciously greeted her in Korean. She reacted and changed to English and asked, "Are we going to arrive?"

Lily Farville smiled and nodded: "Yes, Miss Cheng, there are ten minutes left, and it will be a little bumpy when landing, and it is not safe to continue in bed."

Cheng Tae-hee nodded, plucked the messy hair hanging down on his forehead, and asked again, "Can I clean it up first?"

"Of course, no problem," Lily Farville signaled to the bathroom door on the bedroom side: "But please, ten minutes as soon as possible."

Sung Tae-hee agreed, and when Faville turned around and left, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed and entered the bathroom next to her.

After a brief wash, Cheng Tae-hee came to the living room in the middle cabin. Chen Qing didn't know if she had any rest. She still looked energetic anyway, and was leaning against the leather chair beside the porthole and flipping through documents.

After saying hello, Cheng Tae-hee sat opposite her at Chen Qing's gesture. Another maid next to her, Christy Russom, saw her awkward appearance, took the initiative to step forward, helped Cheng Tae-hee fasten her seat belt, and then returned to her position.

This time, the pilot's prompt came from the cabin radio. This was a soft female voice. After Sung Tae-hee finished speaking, she took the initiative to talk to Chen Qing: "Miss Chen, now, um, what time is it?"

"Did you ask Los Angeles?" Chen Qing was not cold to this unnutritional question this time. She raised her arm and looked at the limited edition Patek Philippe on her wrist and said, "At 11:32 am, the East Coast time in the United States, you can adjust your watch."

Sung Tae-hee agreed, quickly did as she did, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that it's been a day."

Chen Qing looked up and glanced at her: "You are stupid, the United States is still on Saturday."

Cheng Tae-hee suddenly felt that Chen Qing had returned to her normal state. Of course, she didn't dare to talk back. She also reacted that according to the time difference, the United States seemed to be more than ten hours later than Asia. However, she still felt a little strange. They set off at around 2pm on Saturday, November 1st and arrived in North America. Not only did they not move forward, but instead retreated for three hours.

Gulfstream V began to lower the height, and Sung Tae-hee didn't say anything anymore. She held the handrail with her hands slightly nervously, and couldn't help but stick to one side of the porthole and looked down. Below was a city that was crisscrossed like a chessboard and was far from regular. This was Los Angeles.

City of Angels.

Cheng Tae-hee searched a little secretly, but unfortunately, she was sitting on the right side of the cabin of Gulfstream V flying east-west, and could only see the southern scenery of the Greater Los Angeles area. Shell Villa, which seemed to be a conspicuous seaside town called Malibu, could not be seen on the north side.

Just as I was a little regretful, a voice suddenly came from my ears: "If you are not afraid of falling, you can go there and take a look."

Cheng Tae-hee was startled and felt guilty. She felt that the fuselage had trembled slightly at this time, and she quickly shook her head: "No, no need."

Chen Qing asked again: "You must have been to the United States, right?"

"I have only been here three times," Sung Tae-hee said, adding: "I used to be mainly responsible for receiving overseas customers locally, but in the past few years, I have been going more in Europe."

Chen Qing nodded. She had read Cheng Tae-hee's detailed resume. The other party's major at Seoul University was administrative management. After graduation, she joined Kia Auto and went to some departments. Because of her good appearance and excellent English, she has been working in Kia Auto for a overseas customer reception and media public relations team.

Thinking of this, Chen Qing suddenly remembered an interesting thing she saw when she was flipping through Kia's information and looked up at Cheng Tae-hee: "When talking about Europe, I'm very curious, how did Kia think of going to build a car factory in the UK? What a genius for your executives who made this decision?"

Sung Tae-hee felt the obvious mockery in Chen Qing's tone. Even though she had no feelings for Kia, she still couldn't help but explain: "This is to open up the European market."

"There is no need to invest huge investment in new factories. In recent years, British automobile companies have gone bankrupt and moved out, Kia can take over some ready-made factories, and the cost will be much lower," said this, and before Cheng Tae-hee can respond again, Chen Qing shook her head slightly and said, "What a genius."

Cheng Tae-hee was speechless.

To be honest, if it weren't for the almost blind investments around the world in Kia and most of South Korea's chaebols in recent years, South Korea's crisis might not have been so serious.

Therefore, Cheng Tae-hee himself cannot deny that it is indeed a "genius" who goes to a country with rapid decline in related industries, expensive labor costs, and many restrictions on trade union environment and industry regulations to invest in and build automobile factories. Executives who make such decisions against the trend are indeed "geniuses".

Born idiot.

Gulfstream V landed at Los Angeles International Airport, and a group passed through the VIP channel, and three black Mercedes-Benz sedans were already waiting outside.

Cheng Tae-hee-jeong didn't know which car to take, but was stopped by Chen Qing, so she followed her into one of the Mercedes-Benz. When the car started, she remembered something again, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

Chen Qing didn't wait for her to ask again and said, "The luggage will be sent to our residence, so don't worry."

Sung Tae-hee nodded quickly.

Mercedes-Benz sedan quickly left the airport and entered the city of Santa Monica. Cheng Tae-hee's previous trip to the United States was just a surprise. At this time, she was sitting in a luxury Mercedes-Benz sedan and looking at the city street view on both sides of the road that was not much different from the trip to Los Angeles that she had once had. Inexplicably, she felt a different feeling that she could not tell.

Chen Qing next to him quickly asked again: "Does it feel different?"

Cheng Tae-hee has become accustomed to this Miss Chen's ability to observe carefully like a mind-reading technique. She did not deny it, and she nodded, but couldn't tell the difference.

Chen Qing once again talked about a theory she had learned very early: "It's very simple, because the social height you are now is different. If you are just an ordinary middle class, because the social level is too low, whether it is Los Angeles, New York, London, or Paris, you go around and go around. In fact, there is no big difference from traveling between different streets in Seoul. It's just a waste of air tickets. The real scenery, due to financial constraints and eye constraints, you can't see it."

Sung Tae-hee wanted to refute it, but had to admit that even though she didn't feel like she had seen something now, the fact seems to be like this.

After Chen Qing finished speaking, she saw Cheng Tae-hee thinking, and smiled and reached out to pinch the other person's chin, saying, "So, Cheng, remember to cherish this opportunity I gave you."

"I will," Cheng Tae-hee, and then Chen Qing took his hand back, turned around obediently and bowed slightly to her to assure her, and then asked again: "Miss Chen, we, I mean, when will we meet Mr. Westeros?"

"I don't know," Chen Qing shook her head and told the truth: "We may not have seen each other for the past two days, so we can only go back to New York first."

Cheng Tae-hee was suddenly a little disappointed.

Chen Qing smiled and joked: "Do you miss a man?"

Sung Tae-hee shyly shyly and denies: "No."

"I didn't say I didn't let you think," Chen Qing smiled and waved her hand: "But I can only think of one person, that is our boss. If I let me know that you miss other men, I will make you never see a man again."

Sung Tae-hee keenly felt that the girl next to her was not joking at all, and hurriedly said, "I, I don't know, I promise."

Chen Qing asked: "What are you guaranteed?"

Sung Tae-hee's face turned slightly red: "I promise, I just want to be Mr. Westeros alone."

"very good."

The convoy passed through Santa Monica and entered the Brentwood Rich District, and soon followed the winding mountain road to a mountainside mansion in Brentwood Heights.

This is a manor that covers an area of ​​more than three acres and occupies a slope-top. The main villa is a three-story Mediterranean and American countryside style. The yellow walls and red roofs exude a distinct Mediterranean atmosphere. The base of the villa is also a stone-made appearance of American countryside. It is not as good as the typical arches of Mediterranean buildings, and it is slightly square.

After greeting the female waiter team who came up, Cheng Tae-hee followed Chen Qing into the main villa. The two-story, seven-meter-high hall was decorated in a warm yellow and light metal style. It looked simple, bright and luxurious against the crystal chandeliers on the top that were bright during the day. The stairs leading to the second floor on one side of the hall were significantly widened, making it more and more grand.

Cheng Tae-hee was still looking at her secretly, and Chen Qing had already ordered arrangements quickly and in an orderly manner. When she noticed Cheng Tae-hee, who was dazed next to her, Chen Qing called out a maid: "Take her around, come back quickly, let's wait for lunch."

The waitress stepped forward and made a gesture of inviting her. Cheng Tae-hee nodded to Chen Qing, probably knowing that she deliberately sent her away in some matters and followed the waitress away obediently.

After sending Cheng Tae-hee away, Chen Qing told the other maids and entourage to be busy, and then intimately held Isabel Dunn, who had just taken the lead in greeting him, looked at the girl's chest and joked: "Isa, you are getting older and bigger. Have you been touched by the boss?"

Isabel Dunn, who has long been one of the heads of the Wei family's servant team, favors this boss and is skillful in socializing. Every time he comes, he doesn't forget to bring gifts to them. He doesn't meet many times, but he hit it off at first sight. He rolled his eyes when he heard this: "I hope, but unfortunately I haven't even had it once."

Chen Qing smiled and said, "I understand, so I grow older and older. Keep working hard, sooner or later, will attract the boss's attention."

"No matter how old I am, I want to cut it off, it's so troublesome."

The two of them talked a few words and went to a living room on the side of the hall. After sitting down, when the waitress brought the coffee, Chen Qing held the cup and leaned on the sofa and asked, "How are the boss and wife doing recently?"

"All are very good," Isabel also held the coffee, and his posture was not as casual as Chen Qing. He answered, and said, "By the way, my wife told me before coming that if you bring a lot of gifts here this time, just send them over quietly. Also, you can see the boss at the Malibu Cinema on Monday morning, which is inconvenient in the past few days."

Chen Qing knew that this was not Janet suddenly became cold to her. There must be a reason, so she asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Isabel whispered a little, saying, "Mrs.'s eldest brother and second brother's family have come from Australia in recent days and are visiting Dumei Point Manor."

Chen Qing suddenly realized that this was definitely not suitable for passing. However, she immediately felt a little gossiped and curious, and raised her hand to gesture in the air: "Then, what about that?"

Chen Qing stumbled and covered her up, but Isabel understood and gave her a blank look: "Jennifer was considered to be the default of the Johnston family, you can't compare to it."

Isabel's sarcastic tongue, but Chen Qing didn't mind and smiled and said, "Yes, we can't compare."

After talking and chatting for a while, after explaining what should be explained, Isabel rejected Chen Qing's invitation to have lunch together. Just as she was about to leave, Chen Qing remembered that since these two days were not suitable for going there in person, she handed over Jin Yongsan's handwritten letter to Isabel and asked her to take it back to Du Meiji Manor to her boss.

Isabel was a confidant maid who had worked for the Westeros family for many years. In addition, although the letter was from the Korean president, the content was not very secret, and Chen Qing was very relieved about it.

...

Sung Tae-hee walked around the swimming pool, garden, observation deck and tennis court outside the manor, and felt that this place was really big. In comparison, whether it was the crowded Seoul or the mansion with only three-quarters of the acres on the top of Taiping Mountain in Hong Kong a few days ago, they were all pale in comparison. This place is obviously the same as the mansion on Shixun Road in Taiping Mountain, and it is just one of the many properties under Simon Westeros.

Finally, they returned to the terrace overlooking Los Angeles for a while and watched the scenery. It was not until the waitress who had been with her that they were notified that the two returned again, but the area was obviously larger than the main villa of the mountaintop mansion in Hong Kong.

During lunch, facing Sung Tae-hee's inquiry, Chen Qing didn't piss off her appetite. To be honest, she definitely didn't have the chance to see Simon this time. The two of them went to New York together on Monday and wait until they had the chance.

Sung Tae-hee was disappointed and a little lucky.

The disappointment was that she couldn't see the legendary young tycoon this time. Fortunately, she was certainly not unwilling to do so, but she was always worried that the tycoon would look down on her. If she met later, she would be able to leave a memory for her.

It is always good to be sentenced to death later.

Although he was a little disappointed not to see someone, after lunch, Cheng Tae-hee went out with Chen Qing and soon began to feel the words in the car when Chen Qing left the airport more deeply and intuitively.

Different scenery of different classes.

Throughout the afternoon and until evening, she followed Chen Qing through the city. Even if she mustered up the courage to set foot, she would only look at various luxurious places, various luxury brands, various VIP restaurants and clubs, and even some small circles that she never dared to think about before.

At night, she joined in the fun and went to Beverly Hills to attend a Halloween party. The Hollywood stars who were once only seen on the big screen were just walking by her side, which made her dizzy.

Because of her outstanding appearance, she was inevitably caught up at the party.

If he had met Chen Qing before, Cheng Tae-hee felt that he would be difficult to resist and might even be a slut. However, this time, because of his completely different moods, behind him...even if he hadn't seen him yet, he was almost like a Hollywood king. Since he was his woman, he would have more confidence in front of these big stars who seemed to shine with light, and could seem neither humble nor arrogant. Even when a male star he had seen on the big screen was entangled with a little too much, he directly scolded the other party.

After the rebuke was heard, he was a little nervous, worried that the other party would be angry and embarrassed. As a result, the man quickly left in shame, which made Cheng Tae-hee feel more confident and strangely superior to the so-called stars who seemed glamorous around him.

It was already 10 p.m. to return to Brentwood Heights from Beverly Hills.

I was dragged by Chen Qing to take a shower, and I was inevitably entangled. It was already late at night when I left the bathroom.

Neither of them was sleepy, so they came to a living room with a terrace on the third floor, where you could directly see the brilliant night view of Los Angeles like an upside-down starry sky.

The two women enjoyed the night view of the city and drank a glass of red wine. After all, the night was cold. They retreated back to the house and sat on the sofa together. They turned on the TV casually. Chen Qing, who was still holding the red wine, leaned against a corner of the sofa, and put her calves on the other side of Cheng Tae-hee's thigh. She looked rosy and asked with a smile: "How do you feel today?"

How about it?

Of course, it's very different.

Sung Tae-hee recalled that she felt that her past 36 years had been busy like an ant, and she was in vain. However, she couldn't describe it specifically.

After hesitating a little, Sung Tae-hee just said, "The festive atmosphere here is very strong."

Today is Halloween.
To be continued...