Chen Xi followed Luo Yong and his family back to China.

Chen Mo began to enjoy his unfettered and free life.

Driving across the Golden Gate Bridge, Chen Mo turned on the radio and switched to a Chinese channel.

The radio is playing the domestic song "Little Apple". Chen Mo shook his head rhythmically to the melody......

Suddenly, there was a 'bang'. A small motorcycle crashed sideways, Chen Mo was startled and hurriedly braked.

"Hey, are you alright?" Fortunately, the speed of the car was not fast, and the small motorcycle hit the door of the pickup truck.

Chen Mo bent down to pick up the 'perpetrator', a little blonde beauty wearing a helmet.

"Oh shit, did you see the way?" The blonde little beauty questioned spicy.

"I'm driving normally, it's your responsibility."

"Idiot, you didn't slow down."

"I'm slow enough, or you wouldn't be able to get up without being fine." Chen Mo was quite speechless, he had just sent the girl away, and he was thinking about a comfortable life in the future, but he didn't expect an accident: "Are you injured?" Do you need to go to the hospital? ”

"My elbow hurts a little."

Chen Mo asked her to roll up her long sleeves: "I'll take a look, try to move." ”

"Active, active......"

"It's nothing, not even the coat. Look at my car, you broke the door. "It's called taking the lead. Chen Mo wants to overwhelm the other party in momentum, so that she will not look for trouble.

"It's okay, the back of my jeans is torn."

"Please, your pants are torn."

"Oh my God. I just bought a brand new pair of jeans, a famous brand. ”

"Preferably."

The little blonde lifted the car on the ground, angry, and she almost didn't hold it steady.

"Hey, be careful."

"Horror, you're as verbose as my dad."

"It was you who hit me, and it's your responsibility. My car door was smashed by you, like I did something wrong! ”

The little beauty walked to the side with her motorcycle: "You look like my grandfather now." The wheels are broken, I can't ride, you have to take me to school. ”

"I still have a job, I have to rush back to the company." Chen Mo didn't want to continue to entangle with her, and said, "How much is your car, I will compensate you." ”

"School starts today and I have to rush back to school as soon as possible."

"No, it's too late." Chen Mo took out the checkbook and waited for the little beauty to report the number. Her scooter doesn't exceed a thousand dollars at most, so spending a small amount of money saves you unnecessary trouble. After all, his driver's license is still a Chinese driver's license, and it will be very troublesome if the police rush over.

"Then I'll call the police to come over and see if you'll get back to the company sooner." The little beauty got into the car directly and sat in the passenger seat.

“OK，OK。 No problem, I'll send you to school. ”

"San Francisco State University, hurry up, there's still twenty minutes left."

"What more commands?"

"It's gone." The blonde little beauty said, and a pair of slender legs were put on the front platform. Music is also playing in the car, the Phoenix Legend's "The Most Dazzling National Style".

"You are Chinese."

"That's right, Chinese." The nature of the little beauty is too bad. The performance just now and the current scene are completely a copy of the plot in an Italian movie "Mature Men Want to Get Married", which is almost identical.

When he once watched this movie, Chen Mo also imagined that such a 'romantic' chance encounter would happen to him. Now that it's happened, Chen Mo just wanted to kick her under the car: "Your feet." Didn't your parents educate you about the word politeness? ”

"Oh my God. You're like my father, he always wants me like this. Could it be that you old people always care so much about the eyes of others? uncle。 ”

"Uncle, uncle...... Am I that old? Chen Mo secretly glanced in the rearview mirror, and the scum on his cheeks made him look a little vicissitudes, but it was not enough for a girl in her twenties to call him uncle. This little blonde beauty looks to be in her twenties, tall and ******** figure.

"Hehe, you're so cute. My name is Lena. Falkmore. What's your name......"

"Chen Mo. Your feet ......"

"What?"

"Your feet, the laborer has put your feet down."

Lina rolled her eyes: "Obey, Mr. Chen Mo." Do you have a nickname, such as what your friends call you? ”

"Chen Mo, my friends also call me Chen Mo."

"It's boring."

The plots are too much like that Italian movie. Chen Mo was secretly vigilant, according to the development of the plot, this little beauty had to move his steering wheel onto a one-way street, and then provoked the traffic police to cause the male protagonist to be fined by the traffic police. Fortunately, none of these episodes happened.

"You know what? You're having a hard time getting along with. ”

"Why should I get along with you, if it weren't for the accident, we wouldn't have met at all."

"You hit my car and broke my door."

"You have to be so calculating? It seems that you are not clear about California's traffic laws, otherwise you would not have said that it was my responsibility. Hi, parking, I'm here. ”

Chen Mo is not familiar with California law but knows the domestic traffic laws, the motorcycle and the car collided, no matter who hit whom, it will definitely not be beneficial to drive a car: "This is my business card, if you need to contact me." ”

"Chen Mo, President of Casaper Winery. Isn't it remarkable? ”

Chen Mo shrugged: "It's okay." ”

"Very well, then I can sue you to death." Lena put away her business card: "If it's a fake business card, you can wait for your license to be revoked." ”

Chen Mo smiled: "Then even the license plate is fake." ”

Back at the winery, Alvin was waiting for him at the top of the mountain, "Hey, Boss, you're back." ”

"There was a little accident on the way." The Napa Valley Winery Cultural Exhibit is about to open, and Alvin is here to pick up some of the best wines for the exhibition, and there will be an auction after the exhibition.

Château Casabel dates back to 1895 and was founded by the French. The oldest red wine stored in the cellar is the 1915 Red Hearts Warbler, with only three bottles, a hundred years from now, and the red wine in the bottle has long since turned into sour vinegar and can no longer be drunk, but can be used to show the history of the winery.

The wines that come out are the most expensive and have the most history.

Helping Alvin bring out the red wine, Chen Mo went back to the house. The golden chipmunk is taking a nap on the sofa......

Chen Mo opened the refrigerator and took two peaches out to make a peach meat salad. Back in the living room, the golden chipmunk had woken up and was stretching: "Come here." Chen Mo beckoned, picked a piece of peach flesh with a toothpick and sent it to Xiao Dingxi's mouth.

The little thing tilted its head, looked at the red flesh, stretched out its little paws and touched it, and then put its nose up and sniffed it, studied it for a long time, and then hugged the flesh with both paws, and ate it.

When I took the first bite, there seemed to be light in the eyes of the little thing.

This chipmunk is cute and cute, and it looks like it should have just been born. But its power is unusually large, and its speed is unexpected. The little thing ate all the peach flesh in twos and threes, and then jumped on the coffee table, staring at the fruit plate.

The chipmunk is really small, only the size of a child's fist, and a piece of pulp should be enough for it to eat. Chen Mo didn't feed it anymore, for fear that it would eat it. Then the little thing stared at Chen Mo pitifully......

This one is lunch.

Chen Mo took the plate, lifted the chipmunk that followed its buttocks, and looked at its furry belly, there was a small dingding, Chen Mo played it with a bad taste: "It's a boy." I'll call you Xiaojin from now on. ”

"Squeak." The little thing shook its head and screamed.

Chen Mo didn't understand, but felt that the little thing didn't seem to be very satisfied with the name: "You are golden, if you don't call it Xiaojin, can you call you gold coins and gold bars...... Gold Bricks? ”

"Okay. I'll call you a gold bar. ”

"Gold bars, from now on you will not be wild gold bars but domestic gold bars, pay attention to hygiene. Today, I'm going to teach you to take a bath! The little thing has been living in the wild all the time, and I thought that there was a lot of dirt hidden under its golden fur, but when I used the shower gel to clear the little thing, I couldn't find a little dirt: "Well, I admit it, you are a very clean young man." ”