In the detached garage, there is a big, silver-grey, gleaming car. Judging by its physique, it looks a bit like an American car.
Mike pressed the key hanging next to him, and the soft top convertible slowly opened, revealing the high-end leather seats inside and the large walnut wood panel on the driver's side.
'400 horsepower, maximum torque 875 Nm, 0 to 60 mph acceleration time 6.1 seconds,' Mike recited the familiar figures.
This car, the Azure, Bentley's first convertible, had just arrived at the beginning of the month.
This car is Bentley's response to Rolls-Royce's Phantom Drophead. The two cars are similar in appearance, like twins, but in Feng Yiping's personal opinion, he always feels that the Bentley brand is more suitable for young people.
This is the most high-end car Feng Yiping has ever owned in his two lives. Thanks to the American situation, the final price is over 300,000 US dollars, which is actually cheaper than the G-class he bought in China.
'I've already registered you both for the driving test in a week,' Mike said.
'Thanks,' Feng Yiping squatted down, put his hands on the car, and gently stroked the smooth paintwork, as if he were having a conversation with the car.
Unlike some states, a Chinese driver's license, together with an English translation notarised document and a passport, is still recognised in California. However, if you want to stay here for a long time, it's still a good idea to take a test.
And unlike in China, the waiting period for a US driver's license is not as long as two months.
Feng Yiping got into the driver's seat and had a feel. Not bad, it's still comfortable in a car like this. The supercars that Jinling likes have such low chassis that when you get in, you don't sit down, you squat. He really doesn't like them.
Lisa had also finished showing Huang Jingping around the whole house. She had helped prepare it thoroughly, even filling the fridge with food and arranging what they would have for breakfast. 'There's lasagna in the oven, just heat it up before eating,'
It seems that Feng Yiping was right. What she said before really meant to show off.
'Thank you very much for your help,' Huang Jingping took out two boxes of things. 'I'm sorry, this is a little gift we brought from China. It's not yet wrapped. I hope you like it,'
Lisha opened it in front of her. On one side were a few pairs of exquisite chopsticks, and in the other box was a wooden carving of a galloping horse. She was overjoyed. 'Thank you, I really like it,'
'Then we'll take our leave. You guys get some rest, adjust to the time difference, and call if you have any problems,' Mike said, taking his wife's hand as they said their goodbyes.
Seeing their car drive down the winding road, Huang Jingping, who had been quite composed until now, couldn't wait to hug Feng Yiping, "Yiping, it's really great!'
'Aren't you sleepy?" Feng Yiping patted her cheek.
'No, not at all,'
'I'm not sleepy either, so let's do something sexual to celebrate moving into our new home,' Feng Yiping said with a wicked smile, turning on the stereo in the living room, 'Do you want to do it in the living room, bedroom, swimming pool, or on the lawn outside?'
'The latest research by scientists shows that this sport is not only good for the body and mind, but also helps you sleep!'
...
In the end, Feng Yiping didn't sleep well.
It wasn't that he wasn't sleepy, or that the previous exercise had no effect, he just couldn't sleep well.
The place was too big and too quiet, and there were a lot of doors and windows. When he slept, he was always worried about whether any windows were left open.
That huge glass wall looked amazing in the photos, but now that he was living in it, he felt quite insecure.
The same was true of the front and back doors, which were all very simple. All these doors and windows couldn't even protect against thieves, let alone robbers.
Of course, an anti-theft system has been installed, and as soon as Mike and the others left, he changed the password. However, judging from the way this system is portrayed in American dramas, it seems to be really not very good. After the security system customer service calls to confirm the situation, and then arrange the next move, the bad guys will have already succeeded.
The universal law of the world is that the police are usually late.
Although the United States strictly protects private property, and anyone who trespasses on private property will be killed, the problem is that he doesn't even have a gun right now.
He does have a gun, but after the previous battle, it is limp and has no spirit.
So, when he wakes up, it is only a little after 2 pm, and he has only slept for less than two hours.
Huang Jingping sleeps very soundly, and she is afraid that as long as she is next to Feng Yiping, she can sleep soundly in the middle of nowhere.
I don't know if it's because no one can spy on them in this place, but she is also very bold now, naked with nothing on, only wrapped in a little quilt. Feng Yiping felt a little itch and touched her, and she forced her eyes shut and grunted, still sleeping soundly.
Feng Yiping happily walked around this brand new and unfamiliar home, visiting every room—and checking to make sure the windows were closed.
His destination was the kitchen, which was even bigger than the one in the capital. The refrigerator was huge, and at his request, a powerful hood had been installed. Chinese food was so extensive and profound, with so many different cooking methods, unlike American cooking, which was just pan-frying, grilling or boiling.
He took a large apple from the fridge, which was full to bursting, and bit into it. He disarmed and reactivated the security system at the entrance, walked outside, inspected his new home, and looked at ways to strengthen the security measures.
The security door was indeed unnecessary. A brick could shatter the glass, and even if it couldn't, it would be easy to find a way to climb to the second floor – maybe this security door thing just wasn't available here.
Standing next to the top of the hill, you can see the houses below nestled among the trees. The hillside, covered with shrubs and trees, is not steep and is easy to come up. It seems best to install a few more cameras in a high-profile manner on the periphery. Regardless of their actual effectiveness, it would be good to add a little deterrent effect.
Should I install a fence around the perimeter?
Also, is it necessary to install a gate on the one that comes up, so that no one can drive directly in front of the house?
After hanging around in front of the mountain road for a while, he felt a little more at ease, because he saw a police car cruising up and down the road. However, the person sitting in the driver's seat was obviously a big fat guy.
This could be seen as both a positive and a negative. On the plus side, it could be that the area was so safe that the police were so laid back that they could afford to be so fat.
On the negative side, if there was ever an emergency, his partner was okay, but this guy would definitely not be able to run, and would be of no use.
The mountain breeze blew the sleepiness out of him again. Never mind, he thought, I'd better go back and adjust to the time difference.
When he woke up again, he noticed that his arms were empty. He let out a cry, 'I'm down here,'
and rubbed his eyes as he looked out the window. By the swimming pool in the backyard, Huang Jingping was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, with a towel draped over her body, sunglasses on her face, lying on a deck chair. Next to her was a glass of juice with a straw, very American-style.
'Get up, stop fooling around,' Huang Jingping grabbed the hands that were used to taking advantage of her, and looked at this new home, "It's really nice here,'
'You want to bring your family here, don't you," Feng Yiping also squeezed into the recliner and held her in his arms.
'How did you know? Oh, you think so too,'
Yes, it's not a sign of being fawningly admiring of foreign things, they are all good kids, and they want to share anything good with their families. Maybe it's also because they've come to a foreign country, so they miss their parents and relatives.
'Just think, next year at this time, there will be a little one to keep us company,' Feng Yiping said.
Apart from working and studying, the biggest thing about their coming to the United States was conceiving a child without telling either of their parents.
'Mmm,' Huang Jingping blushed.
'Tomorrow, I'll ask Mike to recommend a few hospitals, we'll choose one, have a good check-up, and make all your future prenatal appointments there,'
Huang Jingping didn't know, but Feng Yiping, who had been there before, knew that before getting pregnant, the woman should supplement some targeted nutrients, such as folic acid.
'I'll do whatever you say. Do you know where there is a supermarket? Let's go shopping. I've already made a list of what we need to buy.'
'There must be one in San Francisco. Do you want to see the Golden Gate Bridge up close, and go to Fisherman's Wharf?'
'Great, let's go now, and have dinner there on the way?'
'Yes, let's go, and get in our luxury car!'