Chapter 73 Return

Rich people living on Long Island are not necessarily rich, just like many Chinese overseas relatives may not be rich. This is just a conceptual misunderstanding. Many people who work in Manhattan and live on Long Island have nothing to do with the financial circle. At most, they are a small middle class in the United States. In this crowded area, countless people are busy between the city and their homes every day, and the geological structure of glacier deposits carries the lifelong dreams and comfort of many Americans.

For Su Yifan, the city sky here is almost broken, because too many high-rise buildings tore their eyes. As the car slowly slowed down, Su Yifan quickly withdrew his eyes.

"Are you coming?"

"It's over there." Su Xiao gently pointed to a mansion at the end of his sight, "Your classmate's house is not simple."

Su Yifan smiled and said, "Sister Qing, you have known for a long time, right?"

Su Xiao gently squinted and nodded slightly: "I know a little, but it has nothing to do with you. Does making friends between classmates also depends on family background?

Su Yifan said, "You should really say this to Chen Xin once. I don't know how he will react."

The two didn't say a few words, and the car was firmly parked at the destination.

Su Yifan looked up at the positive and wide wall on the ground, but his mood was surprisingly calm.

After seeing Su Xiaoqing's company, Su Yifan felt that he had an instinctive immunity in the face of these money and power.

"Do you really don't need me to accompany you?" Su Xiao smiled and asked again.

Su Yifan shook his head and opened the door to get out of the car by himself.

"Sister Qing, take a break. I'll be back in a minute."

Su Xiaoqing nodded approvingly. Now Su Yifan is increasingly showing the mature temperament of being able to face all problems, which is the most gratifying for Su Xiaoqing. Looking at Su Yifan confidently walking to the gate not far away, Su Xiaoqing's smile was a little brighter than just now.

Ilan and Euler, who were sitting in the front row, were not in the mood to care about this. After exchanging glances, they both understood the warmth from each other's eyes.

Su Xiao yawned and whispered to the two, "Don't be so crazy, okay?"

Yi Lan replied with a serious face, "Miss Su, I don't care about these things at all like you."

Su Xiao lowered his body and closed his eyes: "I'll sleep for a while. Euler, you follow Su Yifan. I'm still worried about him."

Euler didn't say anything and pulled the door out of the car. On the contrary, Yi Lan looked at Su Xiaoqing in surprise, and looked at Su Yifan's back as he was going far away, and his eyes were full of puzzlement.

Walking to the gate, Su Yifan calmed himself down first.

This is his first contact with a real mansion.

The workmanship of the gate in front of us is the kind of fineness that can never be seen in China, although it is just an iron railing from a distance. After walking into Su Yifan, he found that there were reliefs with different styles on each sticker. This style is no longer a level to show off wealth. Su Yifan recognized some of the patterns on those reliefs, most of which are artistic classics and even words.

Yang Bingbing gave herself a ruby necklace, but said nothing else. Su Yifan really arrived at his destination and found that things were not as simple as he thought. The place where he came to deliver things was absolutely beyond his usual contact.

Through the iron railing, Su Yifan can see the scenery in the courtyard. In the middle of the wide courtyard lawn is a driveway, which is at least hundreds of meters deep to see a corner of the villa. The weather in May is already very warm. The whole yard shows joyful greenery and the lawn is clean and clean.

There is also a huge swimming pool, which looks like a swimming competition. Su Yifan couldn't help talking about the rich man in his heart, and thought that his light sister was also a rich man, so he suppressed the indignation of the poor teenager.

There are two security-like men on the inside of the iron gate, both of whom are blonde white. These two are not like the security guards in many movies and TVs, wearing black suits and sunglasses, but in casual clothes, sitting on two benches with their eyes closed.

Su Yifan approached the door, and the two did not respond. When Su Yifan stood at the door for a moment in a daze, one of the men suddenly stood up, jumped up from the lounge chair like a spring, and stood straight on the grass.

"Hi, konnichiwa."

Su Yifan was stunned for a moment before he understood that he regarded him as Japanese and quickly corrected himself in English: "No, I'm Chinese."

The tall and strong white man grinned: "Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. from China, what can I do for you?

Su Yifan felt that this white man did not seem to have that natural resistance to Chinese people, as if he was quite respectful, so he said in his stuttering English, "I'll send something to Mrs. Yang for someone."

The name Mrs. Yang attracted the attention of two white people, and the other man listening to music on the lounge chair also stood up. He was taller, more than .9 meters tall. Short blonde square face, with a large area of flame-like tattoo on the right neck, spreading from the shoulders to the back of the ears.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Su Yifan still understood this level of English. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm just here to send something."

The man who came over before was not as relaxed as before. He frowned: "Sir, we can't let you see Mrs. Yang without an appointment."

Su Yifan barely understood this sentence, and he could only say, "I must give this thing to Mrs. Yang with my own hands."

The tattooed bodyguard lowered his head and muttered in English. Su Yifan didn't hear it clearly and vaguely felt something like a "stubborn Chinese".

Looking at the expressions and expressions of the two people, Su Yifan felt that it was useless to go on. The most important thing is that my language level can barely speak a few simple dialogues with these two people, and the requirements for continuing communication are complex and changeable.

Blessing from exam-oriented education, Su Yifan still learned British English in school, and his accent is also very strange to Americans.

The two security guards also seemed to find it troublesome to communicate with Su Yifan. One of them picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered something, and the other said to Su Yifan, "Please wait a moment."

Su Yifan nodded and stood straight at the door, holding the box containing the gemstone necklace in his pocket with one hand and waited quietly.

This is also one of Su Yifan's strengths. He is a very patient person.

It didn't take long for someone to come over and sit in a battery car. The person who came was a young Chinese, wearing a very coquettish white suit and delicately hair. The person driving the battery car is also a thick white male. The muscles on his arms are tightly tense, and the thickness near the biceps is estimated to be comparable to Zhang Yao's small waist.

The car has not stopped yet, and the young man in white suit has jumped down and walked quickly towards the gate.

As soon as he approached, Su Yifan immediately felt a domineering smell on the young man's face.

The young man in a white suit stood at the door and looked at Su Yifan through the iron railing, with an extreme disdain in his expression.

"You want to see your aunt?"

The man spoke a little soft Mandarin, but Su Yifan heard the strong sense of superiority.

It is normal for people who live in such places to have some superiority. Su Yifan did not intend to struggle with these problems and said calmly to the young man, "Someone asked me to send something to Mrs. Yang."

The young man frowned with his hands upside down, took out his handkerchief and brushed it on his chest, as if talking to Su Yifan made him feel unclean.

"What?"

To this somewhat narcissistic young man, Su Yifan felt that the two Americans around him were cuter. Due to communication questions, he could only answer: "A necklace."

"What necklace?" The man in a white suit seems to have no patience, and his tone is still condescending.

Su Yifan felt as if he had seen another elite version of Chen Xin. He knew that there was no need to compete with such a person. He took out the box with a necklace from his pocket and opened the young man facing the white suit.

The ruby necklace shines in the sun and reflects on the faces of young people.

Almost when Su Yifan took out the necklace, the face of the man in the white suit changed greatly.

"Where did this thing come from?"

In the face of this question, Su Yifan finally replied angrily, "I want to see Mrs. Yang. I'll leave if I return it to her."

The young man stared at the necklace and his voice turned cold: "Who gave you this necklace?" Is it a girl?"

Su Yifan noticed that Euler had come to his side and stood aside without saying anything. When the three white men saw Euler, they couldn't wait to throw their eyes, and finally came with the young man and blew a frivolous whistle.

Euler didn't look at these men at all. He stood next to Su Yifan with drooping eyes, but his face raised slightly.

Su Yifan didn't want to answer this young man's question, but he always had patience to let him answer: "Yang Bingbing is my classmate."

The young man was stunned and then laughed angrily and said, "Okay, what a classmate! She asked you to deliver this, didn't she? Did she ask you to send it?

Su Yifan didn't expect the young man's reaction to be so strong that he subconsciously took a step back.

Neuropathy is always a little more terrible than normal people. Su Yifan has only seen such a neurotic person on TV since he was a child.

"I never thought that she would choose such a person to send the necklace." After entering his self-state, the young man completely ignored the people around him, as if talking to himself or Su Yifan, "Is she going to deliberately stimulate me in this way?"

Su Yifan turned his head and looked at Euler: "Mr. Euler, shall we go back first?"

Eura didn't say anything, took off his sunglasses and pinned them to the clothes that were held up on his chest.

The young man over there suddenly seemed to come to his senses and looked at Su Yifan.

"Ky, leave the necklace, you can go!"

Su Yifan looked at the young man who had been talking to himself very seriously and shook his head and said, "No, I must give it to Mrs. Yang in person."

The man in the white suit said angrily, "Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

Su Yifan continued to shake his head honestly: "I haven't seen you. Of course I don't know."

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