Chapter 24

The second time, the breeze blows the lake waves behind the villa, and the timid birds are also startled, waving their small wings to escape. The mischievous breeze is like a prank like child, who is not satisfied with teasing the birds. On the contrary, it even more aroused its interest, it brushed the grass, brushed the trees, and mischievously blowing into the window sill that opened the gap.

On the second floor of the lakeside villa, in the spacious and chic master bedroom, several empty red wine bottles are randomly placed on the carpet, and there are still unfinished red wine cups beside them. The TV in the bedroom is still on, and the TV anchor with blonde hair and blue eyes on the screen, who has the characteristics of a European and American woman, is wearing a few pieces of cloth at will, and is vividly cooperating with body movements to broadcast the weather forecast for people.

Of course, if it wasn't for the weather board behind her, and the clothes were added or decreased as the weather changed, the audience would think it was a special little movie.

There's no more gossip. Look at the person lying on the bed in the room. The silky sheets on the big round bed have slipped onto the carpet, and only the part under the thigh is still on the bed. And a pair of pure white s è shorts is printed with two yellow s è hand prints, the wind s è ā O's intrusion into the camera, a suit of oat s è skin, muscle clear body, but more people can't bear to move away from the camera.

At this time, the man lying on the bed seemed to feel the cool wind, with goose bumps on his skin, and his body trembled involuntarily. He opened his heavy eyelids, maybe felt something, reached out and scratched behind his buttocks. Just wanted to sleep, but the phone rang.

The man made a fuss on the bed and said, "ah, yo." he took the pillow over his head to stop the ring. But the bell was still ringing, so I had to get up.

An angular face, slightly deep eyes, a little close to the European and American race, Mai s è's skin concise short hair, should have given people a cold feeling, but sleepy eyes, give people the feeling is with a kind of cute, very lovely, people can't help but want to pinch on his face.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket beside the bed and picked it up without looking at it. He said feebly, "Hey, who is calling so early? I don't know how annoying Qingmeng is?"

Atwood on the other side of the line was at a loss. He didn't understand a word of what Jesse said, except "hello", because he spoke Chinese. So when Jesse finished, he said, "Hi boss, I'm Atwood“

Jessie Zhou on the other end of the phone also responded, "Oh, Atwood, I'm sorry, I didn't see the caller id just now, ha ha. What's the matter? " Jessie Zhou said in English that this meeting was a bit of Jing God, but he was also slightly embarrassed and touched the head with his hand.

Atwood also laughed on the phone. "Boss, you haven't just woken up. It's afternoon.

Jessie Zhou took down her mobile phone and looked at it. It's true. It's 12:40 on the mobile phone. Shaking his head also feel absurd, can't help but sigh, after relaxing really relaxed ah.

Since the rebirth, in addition to the beginning of that period, other time also get up earlier, also began to play routine boxing, this period of time in the face of this sudden wealth, also relaxed a lot to oneself.

"Ha ha, I just moved to a new house yesterday, and I celebrated at night, so I went to bed late. What can I do for you Although he is the boss, but as a young man, so lazy, give people the impression is still not good, all Zhou Jesse or find a reason to explain.

In fact, Atwood doesn't mean much. It's just a casual remark. After all, it used to be used as a holiday for old man bud. Who gets up so early when he comes here for a holiday. Just yesterday, Jesse told Allen that he wanted to visit a farm formally, so today he chose this time to make a phone call.

And for Americans, the holiday is used to have a good rest. After all, the pressure of work in the United States is so great. It's a luxury to sleep in at ordinary times. Of course, we have to make up for the holiday.

Atwood told Jesse Zhou the purpose of the call.

"Oh, yes, I'll come out immediately after I take a bath. I can't wait to see those lovely cows and sheep, and the wonderful cattle and their luxurious life. You must wait for me, man." Zhou Jesse said anxiously.

Atwood can already imagine the expression of Jesse Zhou at that time. He can't help laughing, "ha ha, OK, you're the boss. How can I wait for you?"

"Thanks, man. I'll be right here. I'll take a bath. Bye." After that, Jessie quickly hung up the phone, threw it on the bed, rushed into the bathroom, said "open" to the spray without dead corner, then quickly took a shower, wiped her body and the short hair with a bath towel“ Sure enough, it's convenient to have short hair. " During the period, he also sighed about his hair, put on his clothes and trousers and went out.

At this time, Atwood had driven to the villa not far away, just saw Jesse Zhou go out, he blew a long whistle to Jesse Zhou, so that Jesse Zhou looked over.

Jessie Chou heard the whistle from a distance, turned around and said hello to Atwood, "come on, come on, man, you don't know how fast I've washed. I almost forgot to wear my shorts. My little brother almost got caught in the zipper. Fortunately, I'm lucky that he survived." Walking past, Jesse Zhou said to Atwood half jokingly.

Atwood couldn't help laughing when he heard what Jay said“ Boss, you are such a good joke. I really, ha ha. "

"I'm telling the truth, not the joke. And is it that funny? " Zhou JieXi depressed said, early know so don't say.

After hearing this, Atwood laughed even more. He interrupted and said, "boss, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha..."

Jessie Zhou pretended to be angry and said, "I'm the boss. You still laugh."

Atwood saw that Jesse Chou was like this, and he choked the laughter into his mouth. But the muscles on his face showed that he was still smiling.

Jessie Chou had to ignore it and found a topic to attract Atwood's attention. "Hey man, where are we going now“

"Let's take a look at the cattle farm first, and let's take a look at the moving gold. Then go to the cattle grazing area on the other side of the river, and take a look at the lambs. And our growing areas, golden s è wheat and lovely corn. There is also a forest of pistachios, strawberries, oranges, apples, pears, peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, raspberries, almonds, walnuts and so on“ Atwood explained with pride.

"Ah, do we have so many things?"

"Yes, we are a comprehensive farm. In fact, Mr. Budd wanted to plant some of these. The quantity is not too much, but it is better than ordinary farms."

"Let's go and have a look. Let's go." Zhou JieXi said with high spirits.

Atwood took Jesse Zhou to the warehouse and drove a four wheeled motorcycle out of the warehouse. He patted it with his hand and said to Jesse Zhou, "boss, this is our tool today. We'll take it if we go over the mountains."

"Don't we ride horses? You can ride horses on farms and pastures? " Jessie Zhou said with a face of doubt, and her body also depicted the riding action brought by a divine song. He wanted to ride a horse, but Atwood gave him a four wheeled motorcycle. Although it was a little attractive, it was not a horse after all. There's a dream in Jesse's heart. Riding the best horse, riding the most beautiful girl, and fighting with the most powerful force in the world, those bastards only dare to move their mouths. The dream of a violent man.

Although it's impossible now, riding a horse to pick up a girl is a bit out of date and has become a super yacht, it's also a dream to try our ancestors' method of picking up a girl. I thought about it at the beginning, but it's too boring to take a horse for a walk in China, even if it's a ride. Although there are some high-end places where you can run a Mercedes Benz, Jesse Zhou couldn't afford it in his previous life. Tuition fees and membership dues alone are a lot of expenses. If you have spare money, it's better to find more girls to talk about life.

Atwood said in surprise, "boss, you know how to ride a horse."

"No," Jessie said simply.

Atwood's a little black headed. "You can't draw so well, you can't talk so easily." Of course, Atwood can only think about it in his heart.

"Boss, after we get to the grazing area, we'll try one for you. After all, if you don't know it, it's not suitable to ride so far." Atwood patiently explained to Jesse.

"Well, let's drive this one." Jessie Zhou compromised. After all, what Atwood said is reasonable. He's not the second generation with brain damage. He doesn't have so many habitual problems. However, he was envious of the life of the second generation of mentally disabled people. Although the mouth scolds incessantly, but does not hinder his envy and hatred of the rich, and now he is the first generation of eyes, the second generation of Laozi, ha ha.

I remember that saying, what are the second generation? I want to be the father of the second generation. That's the ability.

Atwood began to teach Jessie to drive a four-wheel motorcycle hand in hand. "This is the accelerator and this is the brake. Just remember that it's very easy to drive. As long as you can drive a motorcycle, it's very easy to open it."

"Well, I'll try." Jessie Zhou got into the car, opened the key, gently started the accelerator with her right hand, and the car started up. She tried the brake. A few laps left and right. "Come on, man, it's very simple. Let's go.