Xiang Xiaochuang did have a prejudice against him, and she did not admit it until two days later.
New York is the most charming at night. With a smile on his face, Du Jiawen accompanied her to watch the opera on Broadway. There were also some weird restaurants, not big in scale, but there were always one or two things that fascinated people.
For example, a basketball once used by Michael Jordan, or something belonging to Elvis... It is said that the owners of these restaurants are all Hollywood celebrities.
"Is it just for the celebrity effect that it's difficult to book a seat here?" Xiang Xiaochuang ate the dishes and didn't feel that it was special.
"Of course, the owner of this restaurant, but..." He said a name, and it turned out to be a famous superstar in Hollywood.
"But, he doesn't sit in the restaurant... When we come to dine, do we just look at the photos he signed and the films he has made? Isn't it the same when we sit at home and turn on the TV?"
Du Jiawen sighed helplessly at her "incomprehensible style": "You are so... you are so..."
Xiang Xiaochuang saw that he was a little annoyed and quickly changed his words: "Of course, the atmosphere is different."
Du Jiawen didn't say anything. Xiang Xiaochuang muttered something in his stomach, could such a big man still be a star-chaser?
"Let's go, I'll take you to the most charming place in New York." Du Jiawen paid the bill, took her arm and stood up, looking her up and down, "Well, this dress is acceptable.
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Xiang Xiaochuang glared at him, this was a valuable windbreaker... Can he, President Du, still produce roadside stall-style clothing in his hands?
This so-called most charming place turned out to be a nightclub in New York. Only then did Xiang Xiaochuang realize that his clothes were too formal. Walking into a group of men and women in plaid shirts and short jackets, he really felt a little different.
She glanced at Du Jiawen. He took off his suit and tie, opened two buttons of his shirt, and suddenly transformed into one of these people.
He threw her to a table and stepped onto the stage.
When Xiang Xiaochuang was stunned, he had already picked up the saxophone of a black man next to him with a smile, nodded slightly, the sound of the electric guitar sounded first, and then the saxophone started to play melodiously.
Xiang Xiaochuang blinked. It was hard to imagine that the Du Jiawen in front of him, who was obsessed with the world of music, and the man who always sat upright in suits and ties were the same person.
At this time, he was just a young man wandering in the music world, blending in with the surrounding environment.
"Dedicated to my beloved girl!" He shouted in English, and there was thunderous applause. Xiang Xiaochuang felt such a warm atmosphere, and his cheeks immediately heated up.
When the melodious tune sounded again, a rose was thrown onto the stage from the dining table. Then, one after another, they were thrown onto the stage like snowflakes. Two roses fell on him.
, but he just smiled and played the tune dedicated to his beloved girl with slightly narrowed eyes.
Xiang Xiaochuang breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, she didn't want to see him holding the roses. Fortunately, he didn't pick any of them.
She took a rose by the table and played with it between her fingers. But if she wanted to rush to the stage and scream and scatter flowers like such an enthusiastic American, she really didn't have the courage. Although she was very happy in her heart.