Chapter 20

It's the next day.

Yesterday Tracy and Natalie, of course, just had dinner and went for a ride. Their friendship is a little progress. Natalie is in a confused period and will talk to him about many things. Tracy is not stingy with her words of encouragement.

They talked happily, and in the evening they sent her home very gentlemanly. Of course, there were paparazzi around, and Tracy didn't give them a chance.

Tracy wanted to open a room for Natalie outside the hotel. But think about it, or give up the idea, if Natalie didn't go back.

It is estimated that the title of the next day is "mysterious rich childe and Queen Amidala have not returned all night".

This is yellow mud falling in the crotch. It's either shit or shit. I was wronged if I didn't eat it. It's not worth it.

"Explosion, exposure of Queen Amidala's love affair"

Mysterious rich childe captures the Queen's heart

"Big money, rich childe creates cartoon version of luxury car, and the queen laughs"

Eight or nine out of ten newspapers were all about his affair with Natalie, which successfully suppressed the explosive point he had created himself.

"What's the matter?" he disrupted his plan. Tracy could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Photos of him talking with Natalie, photos of him standing in front of Natalie, photos of cars racing out, all kinds of photos, occupy the pages of the entertainment gossip section.

Especially his car was so eye-catching that Tracy could think that with the skills of these paparazzi, he would soon come to the door.

I can't stay here anymore. Tracy picked up the phone, booked a ticket to Los Angeles as soon as possible and went out.

Contacted Natalie. The other party was annoyed by the paparazzi and had left the villa. She won't stay at Harvard for a few days. She's going to make a guest film soon.

Next, we are preparing for the audition of the protagonist of the film "love to New Jersey". Next year there will be Star Wars prequel 3. According to this schedule, Natalie will only come back to Harvard when she graduates.

Tracy's leisurely campus life is coming to an end. When he plans to enter this circle, his quiet life begins to fade away.

He was ready when he wrote down 50 shadows. In fact, everything was under control. Unexpectedly, an accident made him a little busy.

The car was on the way to the airport. Tracy called several roommates one after another. Tell Joe green to watch the new potatoes and move to Silicon Valley quickly.

Then ask mark and sting to help Joe upgrade the website, each accounting for 5% of the shares.

The question of whether to ask for leave or suspend school can only be considered in Los Angeles. It's estimated that he's taking a long vacation. His head won't take him much time in his studies.

Most of all, there are still several "calves" in the school. It's not good for others to rob Hu.

When I got to the airport, I stored my car in the airport and called my grandmother to tell them the time to Los Angeles.

Then check security and get ready to board. In a hurry, Tracy didn't have time to pack up. He only brought a backpack and two or three clothes.

On the plane, Tracy's heart began to beat faster. Tension is inevitable. After all, flying high in the air, life and death can't be controlled by himself.

In economy class, his seat is by the window, next to a fat white middle-aged man. Tracy put on the blindfold directly. Not to mention the man, the stewardess didn't bother to take a look.

What good luck, love affair, he didn't have the heart to think about these. It's serious to survive these three hours.

Time passed quickly. It was more than 3 p.m. in Los Angeles. Tracy was relieved when the plane landed safely.

Walking out of the airport, he soon found a pick-up sign with his name on it.

"Young master." a tall, thin, middle-aged Chinese man picked up the plane. He saw Tracy first and waved to him.

"Uncle Zhang, why did you pick me up in person?" Tracy recognized each other. This man was grandpa's old housekeeper, Grandpa Zhang's son, Zhang Bai, and his grandpa's full-time driver.

"My wife asked me to come," Zhang Bai said with a gentle smile. Naturally, my wife refers to Tracy's grandmother.

He led Tracy to an obscure Cadillac, opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

This car doesn't look impressive, but it has a lot of space and is very comfortable. It's properly low-key and luxurious.

"Master, madam and young master are waiting for you."

The car started and drove very smoothly. Tracy closed her eyes and soon arrived at Los Angeles Chinatown.

Los Angeles Chinatown, also known as Huaxia City, is located north of Sunset Avenue. Although it is not as famous as New York Chinatown and San Francisco Chinatown, it is one of the oldest Chinatowns in Europe and America.

Chinatown extends from Broadway Street to Bernard street. The antique archway of Huaxia city is the sign of this. There are many Chinese restaurants, shops and banks in Chinatown.

Tracy's grandparents' home is a little remote from Chinatown. It is a large courtyard with Chinese retro style, a large amount of wood and a small amount of stone.

Inside, there are courtyards that come in one after another. Like the courtyards of large families in the old capital, the ornaments of various flowers, plants and trees make people very comfortable in them.

This is what grandpa Tracy specially built. He is not used to living in that kind of luxury villa.

As soon as Tracy entered the door, a kind-hearted old man greeted him. This is Tracy's grandmother Jiang Xinyun, in her early 70s. Her face is ruddy and slightly rich. She seems to be in good spirits, unlike her 70 year old.

"Good grandson, let me have a good look." the old man hugged Tracy and looked around. He was pleasantly surprised: "well, he's a little fatter and stronger."

Tracy can only reluctantly let the other side rub: "well, grandma, I'm fine."

"Why did you come back suddenly? What happened in the school?" Jiang Xinyun said with concern.

"There's something wrong with coming back." Tracy didn't want grandma to worry too much. She asked, "where's my grandpa and dad?"

"In the lobby."

Jiang Xinyun took Tracy inside. She could feel that her grandson was different from before and seemed more cheerful.

In the hall, Tracy's grandfather and father are drinking tea and chatting. They stopped when they saw Tracy coming in.

"Grandpa, Dad," Tracy said respectfully.

"OK... Ok... Sit down and have a drink." Tracy's grandfather Li Yunhao looks very dignified in a brown Tang suit with sword eyebrows and eagle eyes, but he looks very kind to ask him to sit down.

Stephen Lee looked at him with a wicked smile. Tracy glanced at him with a slight frown and sat down.

"Listen to your father, you are also writing novels, which seems to sell well?" they were talking about it just now. Li Yunhao couldn't wait to see Tracy.

"Yes, Grandpa. I wrote the best selling novel now." Tracy replied hesitantly. It was really embarrassing what to say later. The unreliable father came to expose it.

After all, the content of the novel is more sensitive, and grandparents may not be able to accept it.

"Well, my grandson is promising. I heard it's a love novel?"

Huh? Didn't dad say? Tracy was stunned and immediately replied, "yes, love story."

"What love story? It's a love s story." Stephen Ang Lee could not bear to interrupt. No, he told the old man just now.

"Shut up, what's the matter with you? Take care of yourself." Li Yunhao suddenly got angry and yelled at Stephen. Then he turned his head, smiled and said to Tracy: "don't be proud of your achievements. Your heart should sink down. You can't be as impetuous as your father. You can go boldly as you want in the future. Grandpa will support you in everything..."

"I'm not talking about you. Look at those frightening things you wrote. What are they... Also, you can calm down. What a big man..." Li Yunhao said to Tracy and taught Stephen a lesson.

drama queen? Partial help? Tracy looked at this scene in amazement, watching his father's face turn red, and wanted to hide in a corner. It's not good to laugh. It's hard to hold it.