Chapter 141 Are you worried about the car that was following you today?
A sunny day.
Early in the morning, Mu Jia was waiting downstairs of the apartment building.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Yuan drove a retro dark green Jaguar E-Type and slowly stopped in front of her.
The car windows were down.
The sea breeze carries a faint smell of leather, blowing in your face, giving it a vintage feel.
"Where are we going today?" Mu Jia asked.
"Let's get in the car first." Cheng Yuan took off his sunglasses.
He changed into a light-colored linen shirt today, which gave him a more casual vacation vibe.
After Mu Jia got in the car, it sped along the highway along the west coast of the Pacific Ocean.
Mu Jia stretched his hand out of the window and felt the air flowing through his fingers.
Cheng Yu'an is a very good driver. Every time she turns, she controls the steering wheel just right, so that she will not hit the car door and can enjoy the slight feeling of weightlessness.
"Look to the right."
Cheng Yuan suddenly lowered his voice.
Mu Jia turned his head and saw a group of dolphins leaping high above the azure sea. Cheng Yu'an's finger flicked the music button, and suddenly, the melodious strains of "Hotel California" filled the carriage.
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Noon.
They stopped at a cliff in Malibu.
Cheng Yuan took out a picnic basket from the trunk, which contained fresh fig salad, grilled lemon shrimp, and the honey cake that Mu Jia loved in college.
Cheng Yu'an's movements were a bit clumsy. When he was setting up the tent next to the cliff, he failed several times. Mu Jia went to try, only to find that he had set it up the wrong way from the beginning.
The two smiled at each other.
On the way back, Cheng Yuan encountered a traffic jam and took another road. The setting sun stretched the shadows of the cacti very long, and the car radio was playing old jazz music.
At a certain turn, the entire city of Los Angeles suddenly lay out at your feet.
"Actually, I..." The atmosphere was just right, Cheng Yu'an suddenly spoke, but was interrupted by Mu Jia's cell phone ringing. The three words "Xie Siyan" on the screen made the air in the car freeze instantly.
Mu Jia looked up and saw a black Mercedes in the rearview mirror, following them at some point.
"Is this a new friend I met in LA?"
Mu Jia hung up the phone and shook his head, "No."
Cheng Yu'an didn't ask any more questions.
The black car followed them like a ghost for three whole intersections. Later, Cheng Yuan became aware of it.
He didn't say much.
Los Angeles is not particularly safe, so he turned left and drove into the intricate roads of the Hollywood Hills.
Mu Jia gripped the seat belt tightly, his knuckles turning white.
She was thinking that she hadn't gotten into trouble with any gangsters, but another thought in her mind made her even more worried.
The car drove for a long time.
Only when the black spot could no longer be seen in the rearview mirror did Mu Jia slowly exhale and relax his shoulders.
Returned to the apartment that night.
After Mu Jia finished taking a shower, his cell phone suddenly rang.
She lowered her head and saw the long-lost words "Cheng Yu" on the screen.
"Ms. Mu, I have provided your resume to several investment banks. You will receive interview notifications one after another. Please answer them on time." Cheng Yu said concisely.
"OK."
"By the way, I hope Miss Mu will fulfill her promise. Otherwise, I can take it back at will."
"Understood."
"I know that Miss Mu is a good girl. Si Yan is not sensible, so it will be much easier for him to communicate with you."
Mu Jia held the phone in her hand, and for a moment, she didn't know whether Cheng Yu was praising her or hinting at her not to pay attention to Xie Siyan's "unreasonable" entanglement.
but……
She took a deep breath.
She was ready to end it all with him.
She pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry."
"That puts my mind at ease."
Cheng Yu quickly hung up the phone.
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At the same time.
In an unassuming tavern in East Los Angeles.
The dim light illuminates the bar like a scene from an old movie.
Xie Siyan sat alone on a high stool in the corner, his slender hands resting on the mottled wooden table.
"Whiskey, no ice."
His voice was low and cold, which was out of tune with the noisy country music in the pub.
The bartender looked up and saw the oriental man dressed in a suit and tie, looking very elegant.
However, his well-tailored suit now looked wrinkled, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his once meticulously groomed hair was now scattered in front of his forehead.
He looks a bit embarrassed and downtrodden.
But it doesn't affect his handsome face at all.
He had only been sitting there for a moment when several eyes fell on him. After a while, someone came over to chat with him in broken Chinese, "Hi."
Xie Siyan didn't even look at it, just glanced out the window.
He parked the old rented Mercedes Benz casually on the side of the road without even closing the windows tightly.
Mr. Xie, who had lived a glorious life for most of his life, probably had never driven such a bad car in his life - the navigation failed, the air conditioning was faulty, and it broke down on Highway 405 for half an hour.
Thinking of how Mu Jia directly cut off his call and let Cheng Yu'an take a detour to get rid of him, his brows deepened. He didn't really believe what Cheng Yu said before, but now, he was a little suspicious.
The wine glass was placed heavily on the table, and the amber wine sloshed out of the rim.
Xie Siyan stared at his reflection on the table, and suddenly the image of Cheng Yu'an brushing the fallen leaves from Mu Jia's hair at the edge of the cliff emerged in his mind.
When I was with him before, I had never seen her so intoxicated.
Is Cheng Yu'an really that good?
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Cheng Yuan sent Mu Jia all the way back to his apartment in Los Angeles.
In the evening, he came to her again and asked, "Do you want to go to the nearby Chinatown and try the tofu hotpot?"
Mu Jia and Cheng Yu'an both loved eating hot pot when they were in college.
There aren't many authentic hotpot restaurants in Los Angeles. This one opened recently and features various soy products, which are not easy to find in Los Angeles.
After he said that, Mu Jia felt a little greedy.
Cheng Yu's call just now actually reminded her vaguely that she shouldn't get too close to her old friends in Beijing. What's more, Cheng Yu might blame her for Cheng Yu'an's marriage.
"I……"
"Jia Jia, are you worried about something?" Cheng Yu'an's brows were heavy. "Are you worried about that car that was following you today?"
Mu Jia shook his head.
Cheng Yu'an repeated, "Jia Jia, I told you, in a foreign country, just think of it as finding a travel companion. I don't have any other ideas."
Mu Jia was conflicted. He glanced at the sky and felt that if he continued to stalemate, it would be past dinner time, so he had no choice but to get in the car.
Cheng Yuan put one hand on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at Mu Jia in the passenger seat.
"Are you hungry?" He smiled and introduced her, "This restaurant just opened in Chinatown. The owner is from Seoul and has lived in Beijing before. I heard from international students that the food is quite authentic."
Mu Jia raised her eyes and happened to meet his smiling eyes.
"You know Los Angeles pretty well."
Mu Jia said softly.
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