Men like to go to bars because there are things they like. Alcohol and beauty, which is undoubtedly the best way to relax.

Ye Feng is not greedy for the drink, but it just doesn’t mean that he doesn’t drink, especially on this evening when Chinese people want to reunite with their families.

Sitting alone in a corner of the bar, he asked for a whiskey match. He felt that he needed a little strong liquor at this moment to completely anesthetize himself.

The reason I chose this bar is because it is not as noisy as other bars, and the environment where young people sing and dancing is not suitable for him at this moment.

Sitting on the chair, I gave myself a glass of wine, and took a big sip. The spicy liquid made his head clear a little.

I called my parents first. Although I couldn’t go back to Junken City, the New Year’s greetings must be a must.

I greeted my parents, grandparents, and my own wife. After thinking for a while, I called my biological mother again.

Wang Honghua is still busy, and there seems to be nothing else in her life except work.

After making the phone call, Ye Feng began to concentrate on drinking, but just after a glass of wine, a woman suddenly sat opposite him:

"Hey, handsome guy, can you give me a drink?"

Ye Feng frowned. He didn't want to be disturbed today, but the other party spoke Chinese, so he didn't lose his temper. After all, meeting Chinese here is also a fate.

Seeing Ye Feng frowning, the woman quickly explained: "Why don't I pay the bill."

Ye Feng smiled: "It is not a habit for Chinese men to let women spend money."

The woman also smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. She was not pretty. But she had a kind of affinity on her body, which made people feel very comfortable.

Seeing Ye Feng's cup empty, the woman poured him over, poured himself a cup, and then raised her glass and said:

"Happy New Year!"

Ye Feng also picked up the cup: "Happy New Year!"

You should know that this is in New York, in this place without any festive atmosphere, a happy New Year made two strangers narrow the distance.

Then the two began to tell their hometown, talk about interesting stories in childhood, and talk about every bit of memory.

Women are very good at talking and cleverly bypass the topic of love, which makes the two of them a little embarrassed.

You should know that women are obviously older than Ye Feng, which is one of the reasons why she bypasses these topics.

The two talked from China to the United States, from customs and culture to industry development, Ye Feng was surprised to find that this woman was very profound and even surpassed him in some places.

The more the two of them talked, the more they became more and more speculative. At around 10 o'clock, the woman sighed regretfully:

"It's time to eat dumplings soon. It seems that we can only have New Year's Eve without dumplings."

Ye Feng blurted out: "I know how to do it, but unfortunately my home is in Boston and I have no place to do it."

The woman's eyes lit up: "I can do it at home, how about we go to my house to do it? But I won't!"

Ye Feng looked excited: "Okay, okay, then why don't you leave quickly, it would be too late if you don't go."

The two of them went out to take a taxi. The woman's home was not far from here. It was an apartment. Although it was not a luxury house, the area was definitely not small.

In fact, this apartment is worth every inch of land in New York, and it is something that ordinary people are interested in.

Ye Feng’s focus is not on this. The two divided the labor and cooperated, one combined the other to make the filling.
Chapter completed!