hollywood billionaire

Chapter 119 Highway 1

Author: TrojanRW

Chapter 119 Highway 1

After finding the star belonging to Michael Jackson on the Avenue of Stars and taking a few standard photos of middle-aged and elderly tour group tourists with his mother and grandmother squatting on the ground, Han Yi drove them to their next destination.

Located on the left side of the I-405 highway connecting the north and south of Los Angeles, occupying the highest point in the Brentwood community, the Getty Museum was built by Paul Getty in 1974.

That's right, it's the title sponsor of the Getty Suite where Han Yi and the others stayed at the Pierre Hotel.

If you want to overlook the panoramic view of Greater Los Angeles, most tourists who don’t really know the City of Angels will choose the Griffith Observatory. It is close enough to the city center and is convenient for photographing the DTLA skyline at various times. The telescope opens every three to five days.

There is one every step of the way. Moreover, the dark green giant dome is also a classic Los Angeles symbol that often appears in various movies and promotional videos.

But every resident who has lived on this land for more than half a year knows that the Getty Museum is the truly unparalleled first viewing platform.

The reason why the Getty Museum is ranked first has to do with the year of completion. The Griffith Observatory was completed in 1933. Even after several large-scale renovations, it has entered the second decade of the 21st century.

The observatory also shows its age.

Putting aside the tourist graffiti that can be seen everywhere and the peeling paint on the walls, the most obvious aging aspect of the Griffith Observatory is the unreasonable planning of its parking spaces.

There is not even a decent garage on the property boundary of Nuoda. There is only an open-air parking lot with less than 200 spaces hanging on the left side of the ridge. Once the parking lot is full, you have to park along the gray shoulder of the West Canyon Road.

Weekdays are okay, but if it’s an important node like USC Graduation Day, when there is a surge in tourists in Los Angeles, then if you want to reach the observatory, you will not only have to fight wits with the drivers along the way, but also have to walk for more than ten or twenty minutes to get sweaty.

Enjoy the scenery that has become less attractive due to overwork.

Secondly, the heat map of Los Angeles has actually been slowly moving westward toward the Pacific Ocean over the past few decades.

The so-called downtown Los Angeles, for a considerable number of local residents, is a castle in the air that they never visit once a year. Santa Monica Beach, Venice Beach, The Grove Shopping Center, West Park Century City Shopping Center, and Roddy's

European Avenue, these are the Hollywood movie scenes that fascinate the world.

Therefore, if you want to see the elite areas of modern Los Angeles, the most impeccable spot is actually the Platinum Triangle where Han Yi lives, especially Bel Air. It hangs over Century City, with the city center to the east and the city to the west.

The coastline is truly all-round and has no blind spots.

Of course, Bel Air, as a private residential area, does not have a bottom line of two to three million US dollars, and there is no chance to even knock on the door. For ordinary tourists, the next best option is Bel Air.

Brentwood Peak not far to the right of Lyle.

The ten-lane I-405 winds its way to the far south, which is beyond the reach of the naked eye. Like a light gray artery, it supports the development backbone of Los Angeles, especially Hollywood.

The hustle and bustle of the City of Angels complements the soothing whisper of the summer breeze blowing through the Robert Irvine Gardens. When the California sunshine splashes its golden embrace on the streets of West Hollywood and Santa Monica, buildings rise from the ground.

The wonders of modern architectural art are intertwined with the lush and towering palm trees, forming an exquisite and unusual mosaic of urban charm and natural landscapes interdependent.

The blue sky above seems endless, creating a tranquil background for the spectacular scene below. Looking down from the Getty Museum, the slowly unfolding La La Land looks like a vibrant kaleidoscope.

On the left, the city's iconic skyline is like a symphony of precision steel and glass curtain walls, shining in the sun. On the right, the vast Pacific Ocean is a magnificent expanse of blue waves, and the waves follow mesmerizingly.

The rhythm kisses the horizon.

Park the car in a modern garage at the foot of the mountain, and take the cable air suspension cable car to slowly rise to the top platform. At this moment, Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen, standing on the outdoor terrace of the Getty Museum, are intoxicated by this indescribable,

In the beauty of the city where majesty and elegance intertwine.

“In the whole of Los Angeles, I still like this place the most.”

After enjoying nearly ten minutes of silence, Zhao Youzhen took the lead in breaking the silence.

"I often come here alone, whether it's to see exhibitions, view the scenery, or just have lunch here...it always makes me feel very peaceful."

"Yes, I like it too." Han Yi nodded and agreed. This is a luxurious gift given to the world by the richest American in the past. Paul Getty spent a huge amount of money to build the Pacific Palisades

On the originally desolate hilltop, the most luxurious manor complex in ancient Rome - Pabiri Manor - was recreated.

When Paul Getty was still alive, it was a private residence that held his astonishing wealth. After his death, it became a museum that inherited his $1.2 billion fortune, making it the richest museum in the world.

In 1997, the institution, which holds countless paintings by Rubens, Rembrandt, Monet and Manet, opened up a 134,000-square-foot space on Beverly Park Road, which is the new site of the Getty Center at their feet.

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What Zhao Youzhen came here to enjoy was the tranquility of the years as the breeze blew over the hills, but for Han Yi, what he felt was something completely different.

Paul Getty, once named the world's richest individual by Guinness World Records, had a fortune of US$1.2 billion in 1966, equivalent to US$7.8 billion today.

By his death in 1976, this figure had exploded to $6 billion, equivalent to $23 billion today.

Standing on the observation deck of the Getty Center, Han Yi could not help but think about a question.

What kind of qualities does a person need to have, what kind of situations he goes through, and what kind of sacrifices he makes to achieve such achievements as Paul Getty, and to be like him, even if he has been dead for forty years, his body has turned into

A handful of dust, and the institution named after him can still emit incomparable light and heat in this rolling dust?

For Han Yi in his previous life, this was just an interesting brainstorm in his busy life.

But this time, returning to the top of the Beverly Park Road, Han Yi discovered that he might be able to solve this mystery with his own hands.

Use your inexhaustible wealth to build an everlasting great cause.

The five maxims in the memorandum were pushing him forward, and he himself... wanted to go further than that.

"As small as her..."

Zhao Youzhen, who was holding her hands on the railing, could not empathize with Han Yi's violent inner fluctuations at this time. She glanced at Xu Yiru, who was taking pictures of Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun in the garden, and said with a smile.

"Very popular with parents."

No matter how hard he tries, Yu Zhen, who is not good at dealing with people by nature, can never be as friendly as Xiao Ru, and every move can fall right into the hearts of the elders.

More importantly...she was really nervous in front of Han Yi's mother and grandmother.

The kind that makes your heart beat fast whenever you speak.

"You are also very lovable." Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoyed the cool breeze coming towards him, smiled, and said, "At least my mother likes you."

"Ah..." Zhao Youzhen's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"The two of them together have lived for more than a hundred years. How can you not tell who is a good person... You take pictures, but I won't take pictures!" Halfway through, Han Yi waved his hand and said to Ling Lan, who was calling him over to take pictures.

"Where are you, forgive me?" Ling Lan asked loudly, "The garden here is so beautiful."

"I...I won't take any pictures, thank you, auntie." Zhao Youzhen waved his hands in the same way as Han Yiru. If he were alone with Han Yi, Zhao Youzhen would have to take pictures of the Getty Museum from top to bottom. In addition,

As for Xu Yiru...it's no problem to take a few pictures.

But if Han Yi's mother and grandmother were also present, she would never be able to achieve any natural look.

The tragic scene of this morning's graduation ceremony, which was like taking a divorce certificate, is still vivid in Yuzhen's mind.

"You see, this is why my mother and grandmother are actually very close to you." Noticing Zhao Youzhen's clumsy refusal, Han Yi spread his hands and said softly.

"Because I... don't take pictures?" Zhao Youzhen was stunned.

"Because your personality is quite similar to mine. In fact... you don't like to talk very much."

"You..." Youzhen covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing, "You are the most talkative man I have ever seen."

"Hey, I..." Before he could say anything, Han Yi couldn't help but laugh, "No, I gradually became eloquent after I went to college. After all, there were so many presentations to do. However, when I was a child, I really

He is very, very introverted...and he also stutters a bit."

"Stuttering?" This is a Chinese word that Zhao Youzhen rarely comes into contact with in daily life.

"It's stutter." Han Yi explained in English, "Especially when I was in junior high school, I may have been rebellious in adolescence, and I couldn't stand seeing the world. I felt that my classmates didn't understand me, and my teachers didn't understand me either. I didn't want to speak, and I hesitated when I spoke.

, let alone talk about it.”

"I'm the same. My current character was also developed during that period." Zhao Youzhen recalled, "I was bullied all the time in junior high school and no one talked to me, so I just listened to songs by myself."

"No one likes the headphones once I put them on." Han Yi raised his hands to his ears and made a non-physical performance of listening to music, "So why do I like Paramore so much... Because in junior high school, Hayley Williams was

The person who communicates with me the most.”

"Then we must sign them." Zhao Youzhen nodded and gave Han Yi an encouraging smile. Then he changed the subject and turned his attention to Xu Yiru again, "As for Xiaoru, there should be no such thing.

Are you worried? I have always been so good-looking since I was a child."

"She...she is even weirder."

Han Yi smiled and shook his head.

"When preparing for the SAT, in order to immerse herself in the question bank, she didn't talk to anyone for a week... She felt that if she needed to talk to people, her thoughts on doing the questions would be interrupted."

"A week?" Zhao Youzhen was a little surprised, "Not a word?"

"Don't say a word." Han Yi gave an affirmative answer. "Whether it's her mother or the teacher, whenever she talks to her, she will take out a small piece of paper and write 'no words allowed' on it."

"You will forget your own voice, if that happens."

"It seems that she has indeed forgotten... According to her own words, the first words she said a week later shocked her, and she was completely unfamiliar with it."

"So, it seems like they are all weirdos."

Xu Yiru, who was standing next to Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun, with her hands behind her back, helping them make suggestions and choose photos, noticed the gaze of Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen. It was still the same dazzling smile with eight teeth, no more and no less, and Xiaoru rushed towards him full of energy.

They waved.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm talking bad about you!"

Han Yi answered honestly. Under Xu Yiru's angry eyes, Han Yi turned around again and overlooked the panoramic view of Santa Monica.

"Yes, you both are weirdos."

"You are the weirdest one." Zhao Youzhen pursed his lips and looked at the other party helplessly, "Obviously the scenery at home is better, but you have to go to the Getty Museum to get crowded."

"There aren't many people." Han Yi coughed twice and swept his arms half a circle in front of him, "Besides, I've long been tired of the scenery over there, so it's better here... The main thing is that it's very close to the restaurant."

Han Yi knew very well that food was the most effective way to distract Zhao Youzhen.

"Ah, really." Zhao Youzhen's peach blossom eyes turned into searchlights again.

"What to eat?"

“Water Grill, Santa Monica. Ten times better than The Lobster.”

Han Yi lowered his voice, making his voice full of magnetic temptation.

"Fried squid, Kumamoto oyster tart, spicy lobster roll, bacon cheddar cheeseburger, and deep-fried French fries until golden brown and oily. The most important thing is..."

Han Yi put his right hand to his mouth, moved closer to Youzhen, and whispered.

"I'll divert their attention. After you finish eating... exchange plates with me."

For Zhao Youzhen, the temptation of this series of dish names and the safe dining environment promised by Han Yi was too strong. So, the Korean girl completely put aside the little doubt that Han Yi wanted to stay away from the near and took the first bite.

After frying the calamari, the question of why not go to No. 864 Stradella Road was forgotten.

Not only that, the activities after dinner also won her heart. On the way back, the group went to Whole Foods at 2201 Wilshere Avenue to buy daily necessities for tomorrow's Route 1 trip, as well as drinks and snacks for entertainment on the road.

The feeling of shopping was so pleasant that Zhao Youzhen, who was sitting in the passenger seat holding a Whole Foods shopping bag the next day, was still humming a cheerful tune.

"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Han, the tour guide for this in-depth tour of the West Coast. Before departure, I would like to tell you about our plan."

After starting the car and completely lowering the sunshade above his head to block the rising sun, Han Yi leaned on the back of his chair, turned around, and gave a serious introduction to the tour group he was leading.

"We'll go to Santa Monica first, then get on Highway 1, pass through the entire Malibu, and drive all the way north, trying to have lunch in Santa Barbara. Then we'll continue on the road and arrive in San Francisco before seven...eight o'clock.

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"We stayed in San Francisco for two days, one day in the city, and one day going to Napa Valley. Then, we took Highway 5 directly to Las Vegas for another two days, and finally returned to Los Angeles to see the sights we had not seen.

...Mom, do you want to go to Universal Studios?"

"The main thing is to watch Xiao Ru and Yu Zhen." Ling Lan smiled, "We will go wherever they want to go."

"What do you think?"

"It's better to look at Auntie." Zhao Youzhen and Xu Yiru had an unusually tacit understanding.

"Then it's up to me... We'll talk when we come back." Han Yi paused and then asked, "Are there any other questions? If not, let's set off."

"have!"

Xu Yi raised her hands like a primary school student and asked seriously.

"Then I would like to ask Tour Guide Xiao Han if there is any compulsory shopping itinerary this time, the kind that would lock us in the store and not allow us to go out without spending money."

"Yes, we have arrangements in Las Vegas."

Amidst the laughter, Han Yi twisted his body back and stepped on the accelerator. The Grand Cherokee made a dull sound and drove away from the Ritz-Carlton's underground parking lot and sped westward.

Do you think I'm joking, Xiaoru?

When you get to Las Vegas, don't cry.

As a state highway that meanders along the Pacific coastline, the magnificent and seemingly out-of-this-world scenery along Highway 1 has been praised by the world for half a century.

The scenery in the urban part of Malibu is actually pretty good, mainly because Highway 1 has no slope at this stage and is flush with the coastline, and the northbound lane drives on the right, so looking out from the car, you must

Only when there are no buildings blocking the left side can you see the Pacific Ocean in the morning light.

And in the largest metropolitan area on the east coast of the Pacific, where capital and power converge, how can a top-notch gold-selling cave leave a viewing area with excellent views for ordinary travelers to appreciate? Private buildings like Nobu Restaurant,

One building next to another, densely extending to both sides, all the urban beaches have private signs.

This situation got better after the Grand Cherokee arrived near Pepperdine University and saw the Malibu Lagoon National Beach. Of course, it was only open for a moment. Driving at a speed of 60 kilometers, Ling Lan was still

Before he had time to turn on the camera, Han Yi drove across the Malibu Lake. Going down, there was another line of seaside villas.

"Drive slowly, Yao'er."

Ling Lan patted Han Yi on the shoulder and reminded him.

"You ask if we agree with the pickup truck behind us." Han Yi glanced at his mother through the rearview mirror in a funny way, "Don't worry, after more than eight hours, the good things are still behind."

Soon, after driving away from the narrow urban area of ​​Malibu and crossing Coral Beach, Highway 1 turned into a real coastal boulevard.

Driving along the right side of the low hillside, with the rapid rotation of the wheels, the palace of Canaroa gradually reveals its true and admirable appearance in front of everyone's eyes.

"The native Hawaiians have a saying, Hānau ka palaoa noho i kai. It means that people in Palau are born in the sea and grow up in the sea. This is the sea that they have relied on for generations."

Xiaoru and Youzhen discovered that Han Yi, who read a lot of miscellaneous books, was an excellent travel companion. Before embarking on the journey, he would not only make complete strategies and plans, but also make the otherwise monotonous journey easier.

Time filled with interesting knowledge and anecdotes.

Han Yi, who talks so eloquently, always has a noble and bookish smell about him.

The so-called old money temperament is actually a combination of experience and knowledge to a large extent. As long as you build a library of Alexandria in your mind, you don’t need to wear Nuoyoupanya, it will also make people think that you live in Lu.

Floating Palace.

This may be the reason why Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen were shocked but did not doubt Han Yiyu's bottomless wealth.

His mind and state of mind can support nine zeros in his account balance.

"The Ventura we passed through may not be a tourist city now, with private yachts everywhere, but in the 1920s, it was one of the largest oil-producing areas in California... The Getty Center we went to yesterday, that

Paul Getty, his Pacific Western Petroleum Group, has a large mining area here... Oh, yes, Edward Doheny, the donor of the Doheny Library in our school, was the previous boss."

"The one in Doshini is called Petroleum Securities Company." While taking out her mobile phone and taking pictures of the coastline, Xu Yiru recalled the information she had read in school.

"Yes, and then during the Great Depression, Paul Getty acquired the California branch of Petroleum Securities Company and changed it to its current name."

"...Santa Barbara is actually the most 'Spanish' place in California. The entire city is basically Spanish colonial style, or Spanish Revival style architecture. Damn, look at the villas on both sides...as long as they are unified, any genre can be used.

nice."

"Spanish Revival style...what exactly does it look like?" Tian Zongyun asked as he read this unfamiliar name.

"Usually it's a brown-red roof, polished wood texture, and then this white wall."

Sitting at today's lunch destination, Han Yi pointed to the white and reflective walls around him and explained.

"Don't forget that most of the people in this restaurant are white people, but they actually serve so-called Indian food. Its name is all Indian, Barba..."

"Barbareo." Zhao Youzhen added to help Han Yi who was stuck, "Grandma, it's like this. Californians like to divide their coastline into three parts. Los Angeles where we came is called the South Coast, San Francisco is the North Coast, and Santa Barbara is here.

The place is Zhongan...the individual people in Zhongan...Yi, how do you say individual people in Chinese?"

"Aborigines." Xu Yiru answered first.

"Well, the indigenous people are a group of Indians called Chumash. Ah, Chumash..."

"Chumash people." Han Yi interrupted.

"Yes, Chumash people. Barbareo refers to the local language spoken by the Chumash people. And this restaurant is inspired by Indian cooking techniques and mixes traditional Spanish dishes." Zhao Youzhen pointed out.

Referring to the plate of large dishes in front of Tian Zongyun that is specially designed for sharing, "For example, this one contains lamb al pastor, masa flatbread, shishitos, goat gouda, and salsa.

verde...I'm sorry, mother-in-law, I...I don't know how to say these things in Chinese."

Zhao Youzhen shrank his shoulders and looked at Han Yi's grandmother apologetically. Her Chinese was certainly sufficient for daily conversations, but when it came to these particularly professional food terms, even authentic Chinese people would find it difficult, let alone her.

"I don't know what to say, but from the looks of it... it should be lamb, pancakes, green peppers, cheese and salsa." Han Yi gave Zhao Youzhen a thumbs up and comforted him, "It's already great! Hey.

, By the way, do you also speak Spanish? Listen to your pronunciation."

"Yes, my third foreign language is Spanish." Zhao Youzhen nodded in response.

"It's amazing, there are so many." Xu Yiru held her chin in her hands and admired sincerely.

"You know a lot, right? Minnan dialect counts." Han Yi recalled the dialect Xu Yiru taught him before, "How do you say that word, big hoop..."

"Dahudai." Xiaoru rolled her eyelids delicately, "I'm talking about you."

"You are all awesome and you are all good."

Although it was confusing, Tian Zongyun still gave a thumbs up like Han Yi, and his smile wrinkled and showed kind lines.

In just a few days, grandma became more and more delighted with these two girls.

It would be nice if it was really your own home.

Ling Lan, who was watching silently and smiling without saying a word, had the same idea in his mind.

Han Yi is indeed knowledgeable and memorized, but Xu Yiru and Zhao Youzhen are not far behind. Moreover, without talking too much, Aunt Ling can deeply understand their excellence from the information she got from the sidelines.

Xu Yiru, TOEFL 117, SAT 2300. Admitted to Duke, Brown, Cornell, Rice, Emory, Georgetown, University of California, Berkeley, University of California, Los Angeles. If Xiaoru does not want to study journalism, then

She should be at that Ivy League school in Rhode Island now.

Zhao Youzhen, with an SAT score of 2360, studied in an American high school for three years, and her reading score was only 40 points shy of getting the full score. She simply skipped the TOEFL requirements. She was admitted to the University of Pennsylvania, Cornell, Columbia University, and Youzhen Alliance School

There were one more letters than Xiaoru. When Ling Lan asked her in surprise why she didn't go to Columbia University or Penn State, Zhao Youzhen's answer about the cold weather affecting outdoor activities also left Han's mother a little speechless.

USC, which Han Yi went through a lot of effort to get into, is no different to the two of them than a guaranteed school.

How outstanding a boy must he be to be qualified to hold their hand?

It seems lively now, but I don't know how much pressure Yi Wa'er will be in the future.

"Xiao Ru, forgive me, eat more, try this...this is delicious."

Thinking of this, Auntie Ling decided to be a super considerate and good mother-in-law to help her son Dorara gain impression points.

As a die-hard fan of Xiao Ru, Ling Lan still likes this little treasure island glutinous rice the most.

But Yuzhen seems to be a perfect choice that is irrefutable.

Be upbeat!

Putting a piece of mutton on each of the two girls' plates, Ling Lan looked at the pigs in her pen with worry on her face.

If you don't hurry up, the cabbage will run away.

Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun took turns feeding Xiaoru and Youzhen. After finishing the meal in a lively manner, Xu Yiru could hardly walk, and even Zhao Youzhen was seventy percent full.

"Yi Yi, why don't you go to Neverland to see it? We're already here."

Caressing her belly, which was one size larger than usual, Xu Yiru asked with difficulty. After all, the meat given by Mother Han would have to be eaten no matter how long it was.

"It's too late, let's talk about it next time."

Glancing at the sign on Vandenberg Air Force Base, Han Yi answered lightly.

In the four years since he came to the United States, Han Yi has never been to this place that he cherished so much in China.

Even if I pass by, I wouldn't want to visit.

Because in his heart, this is a more sacred place than the Wailing Wall.

He has to work harder and succeed more before he has the courage to have a spiritual dialogue across time and space with his eternal idol at the gate of the manor.

Maybe...if I could become the next Paul Getty, I could buy Neverland and make it a cultural totem that records an era?

With this thought flashing through his mind, Han Yi stepped on the accelerator for another half minute and drove through this uninhabited wilderness. This deliberately vacated military base isolation zone took advantage of Highway 135 and returned to CA-1 again.

Continue their coastal sightseeing tour.

However, setting off again after lunch was completely different from the relaxation and comfort of the first half of the journey.

Spring or winter is the best time to travel along Highway 1. In spring, the climate is suitable and visibility is high. In winter, you can travel through the snowy wonderland of Big Sur and experience a midwinter wonderland rarely seen in Southern California.

But summer is different.

Highway 1 in summer can be shrouded in thick fog at any time.

Starting from Morro Bay, the terrain gradually rises, and when you reach San Simeon, it is almost all mountain roads close to the cliffs.

Driving through Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park and down to Monterey, the cliffs can be hundreds of meters high. In the narrowest places, even if you drive on the inside, you will feel that if the tires are slightly

If it slips a little, it will run off the road, and it will feel dangerous to fall freely towards the sea.

The most terrible thing is that when Han Yi drove to this section, the fog happened to fall.

When the originally magnificent blue ocean was replaced by gray-white fear of the unknown, the hearts of everyone in the car could not help but hang in mid-air.

It was impossible to drive up to 40 miles per hour on this kind of mountain road. In fact, Han Yi, who was driving forward at 30 miles per hour, was still covered in cold sweat after following the prompts of the Garmin navigator.

He had to work up one thousand percent to keep the Grand Cherokee stable on this wet and winding road.

About a mile before the Soda Springs Trail, there was a sharp right bend. As soon as Han Yi turned the steering wheel, he was surprised to find that there was a red Mustang heading towards him at a very fast speed, and half of its tires were pressed against his lane.

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Han Yi hurriedly leaned to the inside of the ridge to avoid it. The emergency braking almost caused the Grand Cherokee to hit the mountain directly. The red Mustang tilted toward the guardrail and almost rushed off the cliff.

Neither car slowed down, nor did they dare to stop here. After a meeting that was extremely close to death, both sides had to bite the bullet and continue to face the next danger.

"I..." Han Yi's hands that clenched the steering wheel lost all color. He wanted to curse, but considering that his family was still in the car, he finally turned into a whispered English curse, "Fuck this shit..."

fuck!"

"It's okay, Yi Yi."

Xu Yiru tried her best to keep her voice as steady as possible, put her hands on the backrest of the driver's seat, and softly comforted Han Yi, who was obviously unable to recover.

She originally wanted to put her arm around his shoulders, but in the end she gave up because she was worried about affecting driving safety.

"Take your time, we'll keep an eye on you, don't worry."

"Yes, darling, don't be in a hurry, you can just drive slower." Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun, who were originally drowsy, were frightened and were completely awake at this time.

"If there is a rest area, stop and let me take your place."

Zhao Youzhen glanced at Han Yi worriedly and said.

"No, it's very dangerous." Han Yi shook his head and refused, forcing out a smile, "I'm fine with it."

"I started driving when I was fifteen." Zhao Youzhen continued to try to convince Han Yi, "The mileage should be more than yours...Leave it to me. You can take a rest for five or six hours. You are too tired."

"Well, okay, I'll take your place when I find the next parking spot."

Although he said so, the stubborn Han Yi passed emergency parking spots one after another. It wasn't until he saw the parking lot in front of Hawthorne Gallery that he stepped on the brakes, slid into the parking space, and exchanged words with Zhao Youzhen in the passenger seat.

location.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Youzhen pursed his lips and looked at Han Yi, who was pale and still sweating. He couldn't hide the distress in his eyes, "Leave it to me next."

"Drink some water, Yi Yi." Xiao Ru, who couldn't drive, also wanted to contribute. She took out Fiji water from her bag, handed it to Han Yi, and took out another bottle from her handbag.

He opened a wet wipe and wiped it on Han Yi's forehead without hesitation.

"Sister Yuzhen, come on, open your mouth."

Of course, she didn't forget to take care of today's second driver. Regardless of whether the other driver actually opened his mouth, Xiaoru stuffed a mint candy into Yuzhen's mouth without any explanation.

"Be careful... let's not rush to San Francisco today, right?"

Looking at the setting sun outside the window, and then clicking on Google Map to browse carefully, Xu Yiru suggested this.

"Monterey, or the nearby town of Carmel, stay one night and start again tomorrow?"

"I agree."

Han Yi, who was about to collapse, took a sip of mineral water and finally regained some energy. He nodded reluctantly and said.

No matter how much Zhao Youzhen emphasized her driving skills, Han Yi would not trust her to drive at night.

"Just in Carmel...I'll check out the hotel."

(End of chapter)