The sand on the Gold Coast of Nandaihe is golden yellow, like gold, hence its name. In the early morning, the waves came and crashed on the shore.
"Papa...", cross out...this onomatopoeia is wrong.
"Wow..."
The tide receded slowly. A few seagulls were flying above the sea level. The refreshing sea breeze blows on the beach.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, Deng Ran and Ye Jing were eating a nutritious breakfast in the restaurant on the second floor. Both of them were wearing very casual, homely casual clothes, and both looked radiant. One is bright and pretty, the other is bright and pleasant.
Jinggao finished his exercise early, wearing a loose nightgown, looking at "Border Town" in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, with his legs crossed, very leisurely. The black iPhone is placed on the coffee table next to it, along with a cup of warm tea.
Deng Ran and Ye Jing both understood what was happening to each other, and they tacitly avoided the topic. Otherwise, given the closeness between best friends, Ye Jing might ask Deng Ran about the details of last night.
"Of course, where should we go today? I haven't looked at the tourist map yet." Ye Jing asked while eating eggs with a fork.
She tossed and turned last night, Brother Jing was so bad. She had told him clearly, but he didn't tell her earlier, which made her feel tormented when he was caressing her in the hot spring. Pick her up at night and ignore her.
She had been eaten by Brother Jing for more than an hour in the morning and had no time to look at the travel itinerary.
Compared to yesterday, Deng Ran's pretty brows and eyes were a little more charming. She picked up the straight cup and drank milk, and said in a clear voice: "It depends on his arrangement. I can do it."
Ye Jing looked at Deng Ran seriously.
"Sister Jing~" Of course Deng Ran understood what this meant. He had just said that he should pay attention to rest, and he suddenly became jealous. Laughing and joking, the barrier between the two slowly dissolved. Just at this moment, Deng Ran's cell phone vibrated.
She has many admirers, and they will send her messages from time to time, asking for her welfare. It was news from Yao Sheng, the classmate next door: "Of course, didn't you say last time that you wanted to do an internship abroad during the summer vacation? I have a friend..."
Create something out of nothing.
Deng Ran did not look down, pressed the screen, and said quickly: "Yao Sheng, thank you. I am preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination." After replying, he said: "Sister Jing, I am preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I have to rent a house when I go back."
Ye Jing happily said: "Let me help you keep an eye on it! It's safe and convenient to rent it on campus. However, I'm really afraid that you will leave after graduation next year. Then we can still be together for at least three years. Why... why did you suddenly change Got an idea?"
Last night in the hot spring, Ran Ran said she wanted to leave.
Deng Ran's face turned red and he refused to answer. She was forced by Brother Jing with a gun last night, so she had no choice but to agree.
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There are many holiday facilities on the Gold Coast. Jing Gao had already made arrangements, and Xiao He had already arranged the route.
The rest of the morning was spent playing golf at the Aranya International Golf Club and the driving range. After having a sumptuous lunch here, Igao casually used Alipay to pay the 200,000 bill. In the afternoon, I went to the Lianhaibian Public Welfare Library.
Jinggao was very considerate of the two of them and did not arrange any scenic spots that required constant walking. Xiaoran wouldn't say anything, but Jingjing's legs were soft in the morning. He carried her from the bathroom back to the second bedroom.
After getting over the tiredness in the afternoon, the three of them went to the beach bar and sat at the wooden table outside the bar, watching the ups and downs of the sea and the crowds of tourists on the beach, including tents and children digging in the sand. There is beach soccer.
Time passes slowly.
This is life! Jing Gao squinted his eyes slightly and shook hands with Deng Ran. Next to Ye Jing's slender legs under the table. She was wearing a pink skirt, sunscreen, and colorless stockings.
Very pleasant!
Xiao He answered the phone and came over, "Mr. Jing, please contact the club. Their manager will come over to discuss with you soon."
Jing Gao stood up and said, "You two sit here for a while. I'm going to do some errands and I'll be back in half an hour at most. We'll buy a yacht from the yacht club together later, and we'll take the yacht out to sea tomorrow morning to enjoy the scenery."
Deng Ran was whispering to Ye Jing, sipping juice, and said in surprise: "Brother Jing, what's going on?"
Jing Gao smiled, kissed Deng Ran on the cheek, and said, "You'll know in the evening."
Go behind the bar and walk about a hundred meters to a cafe.
Later, a middle-aged man in a suit came over, shook hands with Jing Gao with a smile, and after greetings, sat down and said: "Mr. Jing, hello! I heard that you want to buy Villa No. 12. The property in our club is not They say they can’t sell it. But they must sell it at a premium.”
Jing Gao smiled calmly, "Manager Liu, the house price here is about 15,000 square meters. Villa No. 12 is more than 800 square meters, and the price is about 35 million!"
Manager Liu opened his mouth and finally said: "Mr. Jing is really quick to talk. Good!" The premium was nearly three times, so it would be disrespectful for him to raise the price again. This is Mr. Zhao's friend.
Jing Gao stood up and shook hands with him.
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Qinhuangdao is close to the sea and has many yacht clubs. In fact, the yachts favored by the world's richest people have not yet emerged in China.
There is a Shenglan Royal Yacht Club near the Ayana community, known as the first yacht club here.
"Mr. Jing, welcome!"
An account manager waiting at the door smiled and invited Jinggao and his party to the main building of the yacht club.
"Mr. Jing, your assistant has made an appointment for us. Can we go directly to the second floor to see the model and introduction of the yacht?" A beautiful account manager, about thirty-four or five years old, invited Jing Gao and his group to the second floor.
In view of the fact that Igao was accompanied by two young beauties with different styles, the manager, a beautiful woman full of mature charm, was very restrained and asked the waiter to bring tea and water, and brought an iPad with an introduction to the yacht.
Fu Ye sat on the spacious modular sofa, slowly drinking tea and looking at the elegant environment here.
The main decoration style is sky blue, and the space is spacious and transparent. The furnishings are basically related to yachts and the ocean.
Mad, you really can’t believe the life of a rich person! He is now sure that his employer is definitely not a billionaire, he is probably worth 10 billion!
Deng Ran and Ye Jing sat next to Jing Gao, looking at the yacht on their iPads, paddling left and right, unable to hide the surprise in their beautiful eyes. Now is the Internet age, and the two of them have also seen some reports on the lives of rich people.
Very luxurious.
This time when I traveled with Brother Jing, everything was arranged by Brother Jing. I just felt that this level of convenience was in line with Brother Jing's status. But the sight of a yacht worth tens of millions made both of their eyes jump!
Listening to Brother Jing's advice, he planned to buy one and then ask the club to staff the sailors and take them out to sea tomorrow morning. this…
Brother Jing is like a book. They think they have finished reading it, they have been frank with each other, they know the root of it, and it has left a deep mark on him. But now they suddenly discovered that they had only read one page!
Jing Gao didn't look at the yacht at all. His goal was very clear and he said: "Manager Wu, I want to buy a mid-priced one. Can you recommend one?"
"Okay, Mr. Jing." Manager Wu agreed repeatedly. He bent down and stood in front of Jing Gao. He didn't mind at all that the collar of the white silk shirt in the aqua blue uniform skirt was wide open and said, "We have a 45 million yacht here..."
Jinggao didn't bother to listen to the introduction of the manufacturer, performance, and maintenance costs. Good yachts are all customized by yacht manufacturers, and some cost US$200 million. He doesn't want to be in the limelight now, so he can just buy a mid-priced one.
"This is the one! Make arrangements and we will go to sea tomorrow!"
