Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng turned his head to look at Luo. She gestured to Yang Cheng to make decisions with her eyes, so he thought for a while and replied, "Since the two families have met and no one has any other objections, the marriage will naturally be put on the agenda. However, I am still in a relatively awkward situation. I believe that my uncle and aunt are also concerned about the lawsuit I have recently been involved in. I don't want to marry Luo on a conviction that I am unclear. I hope the two elders can understand this."

When Luo Zhenhua heard Yang Cheng take the initiative to talk about the case, he said, "Xiao Yang, I know your case too. Uncle Luo believes that you were wronged. If you need my help, just speak up."

Mrs. Luo followed the postscript, "Yes, your Uncle Luo also has a few friends in f~b~i. Please ask them for help and see if there is room for turnaround."

Yang Cheng nodded in disguise, "Thank you uncle and aunt, but this matter is already obvious. I believe that it will be a lasting moment for me to be honest."

"That's good, everything is as you said. After you finish the marriage, you two young people are taking advantage of this time to cultivate their relationship. Although our two families have come together for some purposes, I hope you two have a simple heart."

Yang Cheng could feel the true feelings of Luo Zhenhua's words, and he expressed his willingness to treat Luo well.

At this time, White came to inform the dinner was ready and asked to go for a meal.

Everyone moved to the restaurant, and the two families sat on both sides. At the dinner table, everyone focused on relaxed topics, so they had a very pleasant dinner, and the authentic taste made Luo Zhenhua give the Yang family’s chef a thumbs up.

After dinner, the two families found a comfortable area to sit down and chat. The two heads of the family went to Yang Cheng’s study on the second floor and closed the door to discuss major issues. The two ladies, led by Liu Yun, went to the spa massage room on the first floor and corner of the first floor to provide the masseur who made an appointment at a beauty salon in Beverly to provide them with the best service.

As for the two young men, Yang Cheng and Luo, they were much more casual. Yang Cheng asked White to send someone to the foot of the mountain to buy a casual outfit for Luo to change. After all, wearing high heels and dresses is not suitable for walking around.

The refreshing outfit of jeans, pink shirt and white sneakers highlights Luo's pure temperament like a girl next door. Without restraint, he became lively and followed Yang Cheng to visit the entire manor.

Finally, the two sat down on the bench in the small garden in the swimming pool, blew the night wind, and Luo suddenly said, "Maybe it's good to live here, even if I designed it myself, I'm afraid it's not so perfect."

Yang Cheng took off her suit jacket and put it on her shoulders, pointed to the brightly lit Los Angeles below and said, "This manor is for entertainment, but if you want to live for a long time, it may not be suitable, because it lacks the warmth of dividing the family, and Beverly Hills is too impetuous and extravagant, so it will not be a good thing to go on for a long time."

Luo didn't expect Yang Cheng to have such an idea, "Do you like living in New York?"

Yang Cheng shook his head, "There is not much difference between New York and here. I hope we can live in the pasture in the future. The scenery is pleasant and quiet. When you open the window in the morning, you will see fresh grass and boundless blue sky and white clouds. You can keep us away from the world. That is the married life I yearn for. It is just because of the geographical location. Travel is not very convenient, otherwise it will be perfect."

Luo Qing chuckled, "There is no perfect thing in the world, but your thoughts coincide with me. If you can, living in the ranch is really a wonderful thing."

Yang Cheng pinched her chin and thoughtfully, "Why should we look around Los Angeles? Is there any suitable ranch within a 40-minute drive?"

Luo Yishou held Yang Cheng down and said, "Stop, don't waste money. Keep so many houses and contribute to the irs in vain."

Yang Cheng laughed, this is not bad, the real estate tax in the United States is really a headache.

In the end, the two of them didn't know what to do. It was already 11 o'clock and the two ladies had finished the spa. Yang Sen and Luo Zhenhua didn't know what they talked about, but from their expressions, they should be very happy.

No matter what, when it was time to say goodbye, Mrs. Luo pulled Luo down and sneered, probably asking what was going on with her clothes. After hearing Luo's explanation, her eyes at Yang Cheng became softer. A caring man could always get a different look from a woman. Now she is quite a bit like the mother-in-law's love for her son-in-law the more she looks at her son-in-law.

......

Watching Rolls-Royce go away, Andrew hurried over to whisper a few words beside Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng was stunned, and then said to Yang Sen and Liu Yun, "My mom, please rest first, I have something to do to go out."

Neither Yang Sen nor Liu Yun were troublesome parents. Without asking too much, he reminded him to be careful and went back to the house.

Andrew drove, Yang Cheng was sitting in the passenger seat, his face was gloomy and clear. When the car drove to the mountain intersection, he suddenly asked, "That Miles didn't realize anything, right?"

What Andrew reported to him just now was that Miles suddenly went out and was dressed in a mysterious manner. Hansen had already sent someone to follow him and asked Yang Cheng whether to go into the house to search.

Andrew didn't know the specific situation, so he was not easy to answer, but said ambiguously, "It shouldn't be, unless he has received professional anti-stalking training, but his previous performance did not seem to have received relevant training. His cautious performance is probably due to his long-term career, and his experience is more than his skills."

Yang Cheng thought about it, punched the handrail of the car door and said angrily, "It's really a bad thing for a damn paparazzi to make such trouble."

Andrew knew that Yang Cheng was anxious and did not slow down along the way. He rushed to the residential area he had visited in the morning.

Soon Hansen got out of an inconspicuous little Buick sedan and got into Yang Cheng's car. He didn't dare to delay and said directly, "Boss, Miles shouldn't have noticed us. He just went downstairs to buy food as usual."

Yang Cheng looked at the watch and frowned, "Is there time to buy food?"

Hansen was sure of his judgment, "Although it was a bit abnormal, he probably prepared to hide for a long time and bought a lot of things at one time. In addition to some daily necessities, he also ordered 10 pizza in the restaurant downstairs. Now he has returned to his room."

Yang Cheng then felt relieved. If he was a person who wanted to escape, there was no need to waste money and buy so much burden.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the dark window dozens of meters away, and said to Hansen without looking back, "I have prepared almost the money here. If it really doesn't work, I agree to his deal. Let's see if he moves next before making specific plans. Now the wind is tight, so we should try to keep a low profile, otherwise there will be a lot of people here, and even if you take action in the second half of the night, it will easily cause the surrounding residents to be alert."

"Okay boss~"

Yang Cheng observed for a few more minutes, but still found nothing. Then he took out his cell phone and replied to Miles, "The money is ready, when will it be traded?"

Hansen stared at the room nervously, as if he wanted to see the house price lights or other movements. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The room was still pitch black. If he hadn't known that there was indeed a living person living inside, anyone would have thought it was an empty house.

Yang Cheng was also waiting for Miles' reply, put down her phone, confirmed that the ringtone was turned on, and when she put her clothes together, she suddenly felt a little empty, so she asked Andrew to go to the 24-hour Turkish restaurant to buy some late-night snacks.

After a while, I bought it, including fried chicken wings, fries, pizza, and Turkish barbecue. The aroma filled the entire carriage. Of course, Yang Cheng, the brother in charge of stalking, did not forget it. He ate a meal of scattered seas, satisfying his appetite. He wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Yang Cheng burped. Not to mention, occasionally eating this meal on the roadside, he felt that it was better than the food in a star-rated hotel.

Just as Andrew was packing up the mess and preparing to get out of the car and throwing the garbage, Yang Cheng's cell phone suddenly rang out, and everyone's movements were paused. Yang Cheng didn't bother to wipe his mouth, and threw down the paper ball, picked up the phone to check. It was indeed Miles' reply, "See you at the Los Angeles Airport at this time tomorrow night, and wait for my news at that time."

Yang Cheng showed the information to Hansen and the others, and then cursed at the same time, "Cunning~"

Obviously Miles was ready to trade on the spot and run away directly. Yang Cheng bit her back teeth and said, "Check what international flights will take off from Los Angeles Airport at this time tomorrow night."

The reason why I asked about international flights was because Yang Cheng was 100% sure that Miles would never flee in China. He knew that Yang Cheng had the ability to kill him on the North American continent without any harm.

Hansen quickly gave the answer, "Searched in a range of 30 minutes before and after this time point, there are 6 flights flying overseas."

Yang Cheng calmly gave instructions, "Exclusion for the first 30 minutes~"

Hansen glanced at him and said, "There are 3 left."

Yang Cheng thought again, "The first thing that is Asian or European is excluded."

"Then there are only two left, one is to take off at 23:20 and fly to Mexico City International Airport, and the other is to take off at 23:30 and fly to~"

Before Hansen finished speaking, Yang Cheng interrupted directly, "Stop, I remember you said that Miles is a mixed race between Mexican Latino and Black?"

Hansen was stunned for a moment, nodded, "Yes, so is he going to go back to Mexico?"

"I don't know, this has nothing to do with us. Which airline does that flight belong to?"

Hansen slides the pad, curls the corner of his mouth and sneers, "What a coincidence, Delta Airlines~"

Yang Cheng smiled and said, "A wise man will make a mistake if he wants to choose a flight. Which airline is not good, he has to choose an airline under Yang Cheng. Now, it's good, right? I see how you escape tomorrow."
Chapter completed!