Fali went on the craziest shopping spree of her life.
She came from a good family, but she was never a shopper or a shopping maniac.
This had a lot to do with her personality. Fali liked all kinds of famous brands and fashion magazines like most women, but she was always rational when it came to shopping.
Today, however, she was forced to buy all kinds of clothes and shoes worth more than $50,000.
Of course, even so, Fali still bought rationally.
Most of the things were between $1,000 and $2,000. Only a pair of shoes cost more than $4,000.
Chen Zhao had to put the bags back in the car and continue shopping.
Fali felt that Chen Zhao was planning to buy the entire street for her.
Shopping was fun, but as a rational person, Fali would worry about whether it was too expensive or not. Would it burden Chen Zhao?
"Okay, we're almost done." Fali decided to stop shopping.
Chen Zhao whispered into Fali's ear, "Actually, I want to see you wear Victoria's Secret lingerie."
Fali's face turned red. "Asshole."
After returning to the Coastal Rescue Team HQ, the female team members' eyes widened when they saw the bags on Chen Zhao's body.
Every woman dreamed of luxury brands. The bags on Chen Zhao's body were probably equivalent to their monthly salary.
To be honest, it wasn't that Chen Zhao wanted so many bags. It was just that the trunk of his Ford SUV couldn't fit all of them, so he could only put them in Fali's car.
However, Fali and Chen Zhao's big and small bags were too stimulating for these women.
They were confident that their bodies and looks weren't worse than Fali's, but why couldn't they meet a rich man who was willing to spend money on his girlfriend?
The branded bags in Chen Zhao's hands probably cost more than twenty thousand dollars.
"Fali, don't drive too fast today. Follow me. I'll take you somewhere."
"Where?"
"You'll know when we get there."
Fali suspected that Chen Zhao was going to propose to her.
What if he wanted to propose?
She wasn't prepared at all …
But it wasn't good to reject him. She liked Chen Zhao.
If Chen Zhao was rejected, would they break up?
Fali drove behind Chen Zhao.
Fali realized that Chen Zhao had driven to Beverly Hills.
"Chen, where are we going?" Fali followed behind him, her thoughts running wild.
After a few turns, Chen Zhao's car reached the mountain and stopped in front of a mansion.
Fali was even more confused. Was this Chen Zhao's friend's home?
Chen Zhao was bringing him to meet a friend?
If that's the case, why didn't he tell me earlier?
There was no need for him to hide it from her, right?
Fali alighted and looked at him in confusion. "Chen, is this your friend's house?"
"It's our home for now." Chen Zhao grinned.
"Why?" Fali was confused. "Chen, aren't we living well in Mountain Town? Why did they move here? And our new home in Mountain Town is about to be built. "
"That … our house was caught in a fire, and everything was burned."
"…" Fali finally understood why Chen Zhao had dragged her shopping and bought so many things for her.
It turned out that everything she owned had been burned to the ground.
"There's nothing left?"
"Nothing," Chen Zhao said helplessly.
"Were you in the house?" Fali suddenly looked at Chen Zhao worriedly. "Are you hurt?"
"No."
"It's good that you're okay," Fali said, hugging Chen Zhao.
Cough, cough —
Chen Zhao turned around and saw Paul.
"Err … Paul, why are you here?"
"Mr. Rasfa asked me to give you some things," Paul said. "I thought that you might not have prepared your daily necessities, so I brought them here."
"Thank you, Paul."
After delivering the things, Paul tactfully left.
Fali admired the mansion. To be honest, it was very nice. It was located halfway up the mountain and she could see half of Beverly Hills. In the distance was the entire coastline. It faced the sea and backed by a green mountain.
The mansion also had a swimming pool and all sorts of modern facilities.
"Chen, is our new home better than here?"
"Of course. It's definitely better than here."
The mansion was small. It wasn't a big manor.
The outdoor space wasn't spacious either. It wasn't even as spacious as their original rented house.
Black-Ma, White-Ma, and the others could only play on the rooftop.
The new home that Robio had designed for them was three or four times bigger than this mansion.
In terms of environment, each had its own merits.
Beverly Hills was the most prosperous area. It definitely couldn't be compared to this.
Chen Zhao felt that if he could widen and deepen the channel outside of Mirror Lake so that small and medium-sized boats could pass through, the water transportation would be much better for his new home.
Moreover, Amon could also enter the lake. That way, the whole family could be reunited.
It wouldn't be like now, where the whole family was living in someone else's house.
…
Under the night sky, in an abandoned factory, Spike held a bottle of red wine in his hand.
He'd already found out that he was wanted.
Attempted murder, arson, and burglary.
He knew that he was completely screwed. It was different from before.
In the past, his dark history would at most get him locked up in the police station for three days. When he came out, he would still be lively.
But now, he wouldn't be able to come out without at least eight to ten years.
All he wanted to do now was to get some money and leave Los Angeles and America.
Hiding in a third world country was better than staying here. Not only would he be wanted by the police, but he would also be chased by loan sharks.
Just then, light came from outside the factory.
Spike's heart tightened. He immediately crouched down and stuck his head out.
A car arrived. A few people in black suits alighted. One of them was carrying a suitcase.
Just then, Spike's phone vibrated. He turned off the ringtone to prevent himself from being exposed.
"We're here. Where are you?"
Spike didn't speak. He was confirming whether these were the people he'd traded with.
To be honest, he really couldn't understand how a bottle of wine could be sold for a million dollars.
No, it wasn't a bottle, but a third.
It was only a third of the wine, but two-thirds had already been drunk. There were still people offering a million on the black market.
In his opinion, this was simply too unreasonable.
After a while, Spike finally spoke. "I'm in the factory. Only one of you can come in."
The person with the suitcase came in and looked at Spike, who was hiding in the darkness.
"Where's the thing I want?"
"I need to see the money first," Spike said carefully. This was a million dollar deal.
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