Chapter 258

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The new song was sung twice again. Katie and other talents let him go. After Tracy left the record company, he went directly to the house of the half mountain villa in Beverly Hills.

Katie also wanted Tracy to go shopping with her and Taylor, but Tracy refused.

The mid levels villa is well decorated by the servants, and the Christmas atmosphere is very strong. In the hall on the first floor, there are two very tall Christmas trees with colorful lights.

The carpet in the living room was also replaced with a new one, and the home decoration was the same as before. After Tracy came back, he watched TV in the living room.

Then he reached into his father's storeroom.

In the underground storage room, there are four rows of wine cabinets with all kinds of wine on them, and scattered wooden barrels on the ground.

From the outside, these wooden barrels are very old. I don't know how old they have been.

Tracy didn't look at the wine in the cabinet, but squatted next to a barrel and looked at it. There were some words on the barrel, which had been too long to see clearly.

"I don't know how about this barrel of wine. Why don't you take it back and try it," Tracy whispered, and went to pull the plug out of the barrel.

The cork was so tight that Tracy spent a lot of time pulling it out. As soon as the cork was pulled out, I felt a strong smell of wine.

Tracy felt the smell of wine, his eyes narrowed, and a layer of red rose on his white cheek.

I feel slightly drunk. I haven't tasted it yet. I just smell it. I have this feeling.

"Good things, why didn't you notice them before," Tracy said to himself, pulling the cork back.

He went out of the underground storage room and directly found Renault.

"Renault, go to the underground storage room and bring out some barrels of wine and send them to Malibu."

Tracy asked Renault to help him carry the wine. At this time, his father Stephen Lee just came down from upstairs.

"Tracy, come back, why don't you say hello to me?" Stephen asked with a smile when he saw his son.

"I said hello to Uncle Wang, Dad," Tracy replied, and said two more words to Renault, asking him to fetch some boxes of cigars from the cigar cabinet while carrying the wine.

"Oh, that's just right. Let's go to your grandpa's in the afternoon. Haven't you passed for some time?"

"More than two months. I'm busy these days, but it's not as long as you. It's almost half a year since the last family party. Grandpa hasn't seen you for half a year."

Stephen went directly to the living room of the sofa and sat down. He drew two cigars from the cigar box on the coffee table. He took one and threw the other to Tracy.

Stephen lit his cigar and took a beautiful breath. Tracy sat next to him. The cigar was not lit, but played in his hand and gave his father a joking look.

"Poof... Cough..." Tracy coughed. "I'm busy, too. I have a lot of things..."

"Indeed, I recently saw in the newspaper that you have a new partner. Tut Tut, you are only 18 years old, which is really unbearable." Tracy continued to tease.

"I haven't talked about you yet, Tracy. You're concerned about my private life," Stephen said, pulling from the corner of his eye.

"Me? I don't seem to have anything to say. It's all gossip hyped by the media. It's dad. You're too careless. You were photographed on the beach... Dad, have you ever thought about what Grandpa would do when he saw the news."

"Those damn paparazzi, I've been very careful," Stephen scolded, putting his cigar on the ashtray.

"Well, don't say that, Tracy. Go back later, the old man. You can help me block it." the old man really gave him a headache. After all, there were indecent photos this time, and the girl was not as big as Tracy.

In the eyes of the media, this is a beautiful scandal, but in the eyes of the old man, this is a proper scandal.

Stephen often fooled around outside. The old man usually turned a blind eye and didn't bother to care about him.

But at least there should be a bottom line. Don't pass out the "evidence" that makes people blush.

"Grandpa and grandma, I can help you block it, but what's my advantage?"

"Benefits? You want benefits..." Stephen smiled angrily. At this time, Renault and buck came out carrying barrels of wine and was seen by him.

He raised his hand and said, "when you come back, go to my storeroom to move things. Don't I know? I just don't want to say. You're almost out of my inventory. Now you still want to ask me for benefits."

Stephen stood up, walked over to Renault and looked, "let me see what you took today... OK, you have an eye on my barrel wine. This is my stock for 20 years and the high-grade product of Mutong winery."

"Cut, don't be so stingy."

"Tracy, I'm not mean to you. You're my son. It's too hurtful for you to help your father when it's critical." Stephen came back and played the warm card immediately.

"All right, all right. Who calls me your son?" Tracy said.

"Is that right?"

"I can stand in your way, but you have to deal with the photos yourself. Those paparazzi should have more material," Tracy warned.

"You don't have to worry about it. I've already found someone to contact the media and prepare to buy those photos back. I dumped the chick and won't give them the chance to continue hype." speaking of this, Stephen's face is still a little unbearable. After all, he is the sister who just got started.

There's no way. He was accidentally photographed by paparazzi when he held an open meeting on the beach.

"By the way, Tracy. I won't care about your business, but you should pay attention. The yacht party the other day was noisy. Can't you keep a low profile? You park a 100 meter super yacht at Santa Monica wharf, which is so eye-catching."

Tracy didn't respond to Stephen. That's what he wanted.

Stephen added, "which of your gossip is true?"

"Didn't you say you didn't care about me?" Tracy looked up.

"Of course I won't care about you. But your grandparents have been paying attention to you. Although they haven't told you anything, they always ask me who your real girlfriend is." Stephen said and patted Tracy on the shoulder: "you should find a fixed girlfriend, or I'll be bored to death by them."

"Ah? I'm still young. Do my grandparents want me to get married as soon as possible?"

"No one forced you to get married. But at least give the old man an explanation. Think about it."