Along the eastern coastline, the car raced at lightning speed for more than 50 kilometers, and the unique low roar of the sports car attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street.
"This car is really great."
Amy was still unsatisfied until the fuel tank on the dashboard showed that it was about to bottom out and she reluctantly slowed down the car.
Suddenly, through the rearview mirror, she seemed to notice that several cars had been following them closely.
Amy looked alert and asked: "Zoan, did you offend anyone in New York?"
Zheng Yaoyang looked back and saw Lin Feng sitting in the passenger seat. He laughed and said, "They are all my bodyguards."
Amy was surprised and envious: "Your parents are so kind to you."
She underestimated how wealthy Zheng Yaoyang's family was. Unless they were extremely wealthy, the average middle class or even high-income people would not have bodyguards.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and did not explain.
Over the years, I have become accustomed to flattery, and suddenly I feel that life as an ordinary person seems not bad.
"Look, it's sunset."
Amy suddenly looked excited and pointed to the golden beach on the seaside in the direction of Zheng Yaoyang.
She got out of the car with great interest to watch. She took off her jacket that was stained with engine oil due to maintenance work and tied it around her waist.
Revealing the off-white lined vest, her slim and graceful figure can be seen at a glance.
Zheng Yaoyang also got out of the car to watch. Looking into the distance, he couldn't help but sigh: "The location is really good."
Not only New York City, but the entire North American continent is almost a super plain. Surrounded by the sea and without invasion by foreign enemies, it is the best place in the world.
It’s no wonder that the indigenous people of North America were massacred. No one wants to share such a beautiful place with others.
"Don't be so confused."
Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance, then took the initiative to take Zheng Yaoyang's arm and put it on her shoulder. Her slightly dark complexion looked even darker.
She blushed.
Zheng Yaoyang laughed in astonishment, put his arm around her shoulders, and caressed her skin, which was almost silky.
The skin is very good, not fake at all, and you can barely feel the presence of pores on his palms.
Zheng Yaoyang guessed that Amy might have some Native American ancestry.
Because when I looked closer, I found that her skin was not particularly dark, more like Latina or South Asian skin color, and she did not smell the peculiar smell of Westerners.
But it’s normal to think about it.
After all, it has been five hundred years since Columbus discovered the New World. During this period, many races have been communicating with each other, and it has long been difficult to tell which race is which.
The race on the certificate is just an official piece of paper and cannot represent a specific race.
African race, Latino skin, Asian face, buffs are almost stacked up.
If you give up your dream of racing and enter politics, you should have no problem becoming a senior official in a few decades.
For more than ten minutes, the two of them quietly watched the sunset, until the sun on the distant horizon completely disappeared.
Suddenly, accompanied by the sea breeze, the sound of waves, and a strange sound, Amy touched her belly and showed a shy smile: "I'm hungry."
"Just now I seemed to see a restaurant on the roadside that seemed very good."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled, took the car key, walked to the driver's seat and started the engine.
He doesn't like sitting in the passenger seat of a sports car because he feels irresponsible for his own life.
He can control his own safety by driving fast, but he cannot control others driving fast.
He didn't like the feeling of not being in control.
Amy didn't think much about it. She walked to the passenger seat and raised her arms excitedly: "We're going to have a big dinner tonight."
The east coast of New York City is a gathering place for the rich, and many prominent wealthy people own vacation villas here.
The tourism industry here is also very famous, which has led to various types of high-end restaurants everywhere.
Green lawns, flashy light fountains, and magnificent decorations are enough to make poor people feel inferior.
Amy's face had long lost the previous boldness, and she said with a reserved expression: "Are we going to eat here?"
At this moment, the guests coming in and out, all the men were in suits and leather shoes, and the women were all in luxurious dresses. Everyone coming to eat was like going to a dinner party.
On the other hand, she was wearing a casual and cheap sports suit, and her coat was stained with black engine oil.
It's incompatible with the restaurant environment. Maybe a barbecue roadside stall on the beach would be more suitable for her.
Zheng Yaoyang patted her head and chuckled: "No matter how beautiful the restaurant is, it is always a place to eat."
He stepped on the accelerator and drove the sports car to the parking lot. He walked to the passenger door and invited Amy to get out of the car.
Amy always behaved very cautiously, following Zheng Yaoyang closely, and did not dare to look at any beautiful decorations for fear of embarrassing him.
Zheng Yaoyang couldn't help but laugh. He found that ordinary people seemed to have misunderstandings about some high-end places.
The staff of these places welcome and meet all kinds of people every day, whether they are really rich or fake, but generally they cannot escape their vicious eyes.
At least Zheng Yaoyang himself has never been stopped at the door because of his attire.
As soon as the two of them entered the restaurant, the staff stationed at the door greeted them with a smile: "Sir and Miss, do you have a reservation?"
Zheng Yaoyang shook his head, and the staff's smile did not diminish, and asked again: "Then do you plan to eat in the lobby, or go to the private room upstairs?"
A young Asian with a high-end sports car, he regarded Zheng Yaoyang as a rich second-generation Japanese man.
After all, the Japanese were very wealthy during this period, and as we all know, Hawaii became their backyard.
Zheng Yaoyang didn't know that he had been misunderstood. He looked at Amy beside him, took out his HSBC black gold card, and said with a smile: "Arrange the best private room for us."
Although eating in the lobby would be more atmospheric, seeing Amy like this would probably make her feel uncomfortable.
The smile on the staff's face became even bigger when they saw the black gold card, which is limited to 200 pieces worldwide and was styled by their British father, Core Bank.
However, he also saw Zheng Yaoyang's name printed in gold font on the card, but it did not hinder his attitude.
The lobby manager took Zheng Yaoyang to the top floor of the restaurant, to an independent private room similar to a presidential suite.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows and the dining table face the sea. If it is evening, dining will be very atmospheric.
It's just a pity that it's already dark, it's pitch black, and you can only see the light of sporadic bonfires on the beach.
Zheng Yaoyang was very satisfied with the dining environment. He sat on the sofa and looked through the menu and asked, "What do you like to eat?"
The answer he got was that everything was fine. It was the first time Amy came here, so he just ordered a few dishes that would satisfy him.
After the staff left to prepare the dishes, Amy gradually relaxed and returned to her lively and cheerful appearance.
She left her seat, looked at the suite and the scenery in the distance, and said with emotion: "This dinner tonight must be very expensive."
Zheng Yaoyang chuckled and said, "I didn't pay attention to the price just now. It shouldn't be too expensive."
"That's for you, not me."
"Is there a difference?"
"Is there no difference?"
"There should be no difference."
Zheng Yaoyang poured two glasses of red wine and walked to Amy: "I like you, so I am willing to spend money for you."
Amy took the red wine, stared at Zheng Yaoyang and asked: "Then do you want to sleep with me?"
"I want to." Zheng Yaoyang answered simply, and he put his arms around the other person's slender waist.
To put it bluntly, he just wanted to try something different. If he wanted to talk about relationships, even if it was Rikako Nishino's turn, it wouldn't be Amy's turn.
Amy did not resist, smiled, kissed Zheng Yaoyang, and said vaguely: "You are very direct, not like a normal Asian."
"How do you look like a normal Asian?"
The corners of Zheng Yaoyang's mouth raised, and his palms reached down, as if they were dipped in lubricant, reaching his plump buttocks.
"Don't be like this, someone will come in."
Amy gasped and looked outside the door.
Zheng Yaoyang's movements did not stop, he just held her in his arms and the two of them began to move, gradually approaching the door.
He pressed Amy's body against the door, and at the same time flipped the safety lock on the door handle, dragging her clothes off: "No one will disturb her now."
A door, a lock,
It's like isolating two worlds.
Amy didn’t have any concerns and gave enthusiastic feedback.
The two hugged each other and tossed around,
Gradually we came to our own lounge.
For safety reasons, Zheng Yaoyang wore contact lenses that he had not seen for a long time. Although it is good to try new things, safety comes first.