hollywood angel investor

on the plane

Yan Ruxin asked the stewardess for a cup of hot milk and a blanket.

After gurgling milk, she wrapped herself in a blanket and fell asleep.

It looks like she has a big heart~

Anyway, when she fell asleep, she didn't pay attention to Marcos, who was sitting aside, with a serious and cold face, who was emitting cold air all the time, and whose identity was still suspicious.

Even the lovely stewardess was a little apprehensive when passing by.

Why would such an imposing, well-dressed handsome man sit in the economy class?

unscientific~

Could it be the troubled noble son?

Shall we go up and comfort him?

Huh... It seems that there are some pink bubbles.

But Yan Ruxin just wrapped the blanket a little tighter, and fell asleep soundly.

male god?

In her eyes, this gentleman is a male nerve.

If he didn't seem to have a "dangerous identity", she wouldn't have been afraid when he confronted him in the case before.

Also don't look at how often he loses to her, okay?

But now the difference in strength between the two sides is too far, and she has changed into a house girl who does not exercise.

So I had no choice but to "bear the burden of humiliation".

Yan Ruxin fell asleep the whole flight time.

She packed part of the luggage at home in Los Angeles. After claiming the luggage, it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening when she left the airport.

"I'm going home, I don't have anything else to do, see you~" She waved goodbye to Marcos and opened the taxi door...

"Oh, it's not time for us to say goodbye yet..." He looked at her with dark blue eyes, and stuck his palm on the car door, motioning for her to sit in, "Get in the car."

Yan Ruxin raised her eyebrows kindly, and teased, "Are we going the same way? You won't be so low that you even have to save this little taxi fare, right?"

He didn't speak, just glanced at her lightly.

Murderous...

"Uh...that, come up." Yan Ruxin lost her momentum and obediently got into the car.

Still moving, moving, moving inside, leaving room for the big gentleman.

She thought in her heart: What about a society that is civilized, courteous and ruled by law?

Knowing the threat of force.

Are there any human rights anymore?

Marcos stepped in with his long legs and sat next to her, so tall and slender that his head almost touched the roof of the car.

Yan Ruxin suddenly felt that the air in the small compartment was much thinner.

"Go to Venice Avenue." Yan Ruxin said to the driver, and then asked Marcos, "Where are you going?"

Marcos replied, "Same as you."

"?" Yan Ruxin stared at him suspiciously.

He turned his head and said, "The company didn't arrange a place for me, and I don't have much money on me. Can I borrow to live in your house first?"

Although it was a question sentence, he spoke in a declarative tone.

So now he's turned into agent Louis Adolph, isn't he?

It's really unreasonable to live in her house!

Yan Ruxin didn't believe that he would have no money to stay in a hotel.

With his net worth, it would be no problem to rent a luxury suite in a five-star hotel for a lifetime.

Even if he died in suspended animation, she didn't believe that he hadn't transferred his assets before, or left a way out.

Yan Ruxin had already experienced this man's ability to control the plan and the degree of rigor in his work.

When several large projects are in progress at the same time, various situations will appear in each project with different progress.

He can still do it with ease, and the planned time is not bad, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Definitely in the late stages of perfectionist paranoid cancer.

Even Yan Ruxin is willing to bow down.

If he insisted on living in her house, he must have some ulterior motive.

"My sofa is very small, you probably won't be able to sleep on it." She looked at him, who was over 1.9 meters tall, and his muscular figure was a little awkward.

His tone became a little melancholy: "It's okay, as long as there is a place to live."

Yan Ruxin has fought against him for so many years, but she has never heard him speak like that.

But she looked at his face—expressionless, serious.

It's indescribable how she feels right now.

From Yan Ruxin's point of view, the separation of video and sound is very difficult to accept, but with the sound alone, Marcos has already impressed the taxi driver.

The uncle helped persuade him, with a slightly ambiguous tone: "This boy is so handsome, Los Angeles is a city full of opportunities, and he might become a Hollywood superstar! Miss, just keep him for a few nights, hehe , look at his strong body, he must be top-notch in bed, you will definitely not lose money~"

"..." Yan Ruxin.

Uncle, your heart is so dirty~

Such a strange deep well ice, no matter how handsome she is, she doesn't have the ability to chew on it.

And uncle, you guessed wrong.

This handsome guy is not going to be a star, but a manager, okay?

She met his cold and deep gaze, only to see his thin lips curled slightly, and his eyes carried a subtle hint.

hateful!

"If you don't mind sleeping on the sofa and your back hurts, then I'm fine too." Yan Ruxin said in a nonchalant tone.

"Thank you so much." He said lightly.

Uncle driver: "I wish you a happy night~ Remember to take safety measures~ Otherwise, you will not be so free if you have a baby~ Hehehe."

Yan Ruxin: "..."

Marcos: "..."

Although the two sitting in the back row did not communicate or make eye contact, they both stopped talking at the same time.

This uncle driver is also very good at forcing these two great people to not want to talk.

After the taxi drove away, Yan Ruxin and Marcos stood downstairs where their small apartment was located.

"You seem to be really short of money." Marcos said suddenly.

The apartment building looks old on the outside, with some peeling off of the stone exterior walls.

But when you get inside, it's actually alright~

Yan Ruxin didn't intend to change houses.

Although she has money now, the money has already been planned, and every penny spent is very important.

After all, she lost her job. During her entrepreneurial period, everything was kept simple.

"It's really short of money, do you want to support it?" She nodded generously and admitted, trying to win the sympathy of this local rich man who doesn't know how much money he has, and it would be good to give some investment.

"...Did you forget? I checked your account." Marcos paused for a second, then seemed a little speechless and replied.

With a net worth of tens of millions of dollars, are you still crying poor?

It's a bit shameless.

"Okay, okay." She took him into the elevator, "Anyway, my house is so dilapidated, so Mr. Louis Adolf, in your plan, when will you make money and move away?"

Not surprisingly, the plan to cheat investors failed.

In front of him is not a local tyrant with a lot of money and stupid people, but a boss who is as refined as a ghost.

"It depends on the situation." Marcos thought for a while and replied.

Yan Ruxin reluctantly took out the key to open the door and entered the room.

Marcos followed closely behind, his dark blue eyes quietly looking at the decoration in the room.

Although he was probably mentally prepared when he saw the outer wall of the apartment, Yan Ruxin observed that he was still a little dazed.

She secretly covered her mouth and smiled.

Presumably this gentleman may have never lived in such a small house, right?

That's right, in the mansion she and he "lived" in New York, probably a bathroom was bigger than this living room.

This small apartment with one bedroom and one living room is only 50 square meters in total.

The bedroom is a small suite with a bathroom, and this bathroom with a bathtub is the only one in the room.

The living room is connected with the open kitchen, and also connected with a south-facing balcony, where some flowers and plants are planted.

The sofa in the living room is a small and simple love seat for two people. Marcos is lying on it, and his head and feet are supposed to be outside. There is also a small coffee table, a small fireplace, a TV cabinet and a small TV in the living room.

The kitchen is also very small, with all the cabinets against the wall and an island cabinet. Embedded in the cabinets are a stove with an oven, a small refrigerator, and an espresso coffee machine on the table, which is quite functional.

A small square table that can be stored at ordinary times and can be used as a workbench or dining table is leaning against the wall. There is only one wooden bar stool in the room.

For this small apartment, the rent, water, electricity, gas and network fees add up to about 1200 US dollars a month, which is just right for a single student.

Yan Ruxin has gradually gotten used to it.

But if you add a stern man over 1.9 meters tall, this man also has the aristocratic air of a domineering president...

Seeing him standing in the warm and exquisite living room, not knowing where to stay in embarrassment, is already very funny.

Yan Ruxin chuckled, and couldn't help asking again: "Why don't you tell me what you want from me? I'll give it to you. You can stay in a five-star hotel afterwards, Beverly Hills No need to force yourself to sleep on this little broken sofa~"

This small apartment can also be famous in history.

Two people in the investment banking world turned their hands into clouds and turned their hands into rain. After both were murdered and "dead", one was reborn and the other died in a suspended animation.

They carry a lot of secrets.

And in the end, they were arguing about sleeping on the couch in a student apartment in Los Angeles.

Just by thinking about it, it can be made into a movie.

Marcos glanced at her indifferently, but did not reply.

I saw that he restrained his momentum, took off the suit jacket he was wearing naturally, and hung it on the hanger beside the door in a leisurely manner.

Then, he unbuttoned his tie and the top two shirt buttons, revealing a looming firm chest.

He slowly turned up the shirt cuffs twice, the height of the creases on both sleeves was exactly the same, and took off his leather shoes, stored them on the shoe rack, and stepped on the smooth and oily wooden floor.

His demeanor changed instantly, he had integrated into the environment, and instantly became a man with a homely atmosphere.

She unconsciously admired the whole process of his undressing.

have to say……

This man was really born to draw hatred.

It's so nice to take off your clothes!

Marcos sat on the sofa, adjusted his sitting posture, and found the most comfortable and relaxed state.

Even on the small sofa, he was still as proud as a king. He raised his thin lips and said, "My job is not as complicated as you imagine... If it wasn't for some accidents, I don't need to give up for this part-time job." Goldman Sachs."

"A part-time job..." Yan Ruxin nodded noncommittally, and suddenly asked, "Wait...then it's not because you arranged for me to match up with so many projects, but because the work really happened?"

She always wondered why she always ran into the same project with him.

Originally, after knowing that she was murdered, and he was also murdered and had a hidden identity, she thought there was something tricky about it.

After his fake death reappeared, he was even more convinced of the fraud.

Is it really luck?

Marcos said coldly: "Before I met you, I had never lost. Arranging you as an opponent, besides reducing my winning rate, what good is it for me?"

"Hmph, each other." Yan Ruxin rolled her eyes.

Before she met him, she never lost, okay?

Yan Ruxin went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, and put one in front of him: "Okay, you continue to talk about your 'part-time' job."