hollywood billionaire

Chapter 153
"That's what you said... the best late night snack in Ibiza?"

Han Yi looked down at the dazzling array of dinner plates in front of him.

"in Spain?"

The reason why he had such doubts was that the plate in front of him was full of sashimi, sushi and so-called Japanese fusion dishes.

Diplo's set ended, and the two went around with hugs and farewells to all the electronic music stars, and finally returned to the Nobu Hotel in Ibiza Bay to order room service.

That's right, it was a coincidence and normal that Han Yi and Barbara Pavin lived in the same hotel.

Han Yi stayed at Nobu because it was the only five-star hotel in Ibiza with a brand he was familiar with.

According to Barbara, she lives here because IMG and Nobu have a long-term cooperative membership plan.

All reasonable.

"The plan has changed a little bit." Barbara Pavon wrinkled her nose coquettishly, "But I can't blame me, it's already 02:30, and the doors are closed...even Sa Punta is closed."

"But hey, that's pretty cool, isn't it?"

Speaking of which, Barbara deftly picked up a fried golden prawn with her chopsticks.

"Tempura at three o'clock in the morning, with... Romano cheese."

"A lady who really understands life, Barbara." Seeing that Barbara took a bite of the tempura, pinched a small piece of Romano cheese with her hands, and savored it carefully with red wine, Han Yi was really moved by this The cross-cultural eating experience was astounding.After thinking for a moment, he picked up a piece of salmon with his chopsticks, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it into his stomach together with a piece of Parmesan cheese.

"It's weird that I actually think it's delicious."

"Romano or Parmesan, it goes perfectly with anything." Barbara looked like a ready-made foodie, and looked at Han Yi's surprised expression with satisfaction.

"Where's Feiamu? Are you sure he doesn't want to come and taste it?"

"That man is an iron tower, these things must not be enough to feed him." Han Yi smiled, and pointed to the door of the room, "He went back to order a cheeseburger."

"Cheeseburger is not as interesting as cheese sushi?" Barbara joked, but did not extend the topic further.

"I didn't expect you to live here too."

"Why?" Han Yi asked.

"When those rich people come to Ibiza, they usually live in beach houses in San Jose or Kubel. You know, when you come to the island for vacation, you have to stay as far away from the city center as possible."

"I'm not a rich man either."

"Yes." Barbara Pavin rolled her eyelids, and with a simple movement, she conveyed her overly humble attitude towards Han Yi.

"Presupposition is never a good thing."

If you want to ask Han Yi if he is used to the life of a billionaire, the answer is undoubtedly, Yes.

And if the question is changed to "Have you been completely assimilated into the stereotyped European and American rich people", then the answer is beyond doubt-hard no.

Skiing in Aspen, wintering in Palm Beach, vacationing in St. Barth, and yachting in the Mediterranean Sea are the most popular entertainment items for rich people in the West. Han Yi has never experienced any of them.

It has only been three or four months since he came to the new world. For the rare profession of billionaire, Han Yi is still in the process of learning and exploring, and has just started.

"I can guarantee that all those stereotypes about billionaires have nothing to do with me."

"all?"

Barbara raised her eyebrows and asked with great interest.

"All." Han Yi replied in the affirmative.

"OK, accept the challenge."

Barbara put down the cheese stick in her hand and raised her index finger.

"First question, what is the relationship between the guest artist at Pacha Ibiza today and you?"

"Cooperative relationship." Han Yi spread his hands, quite unconvinced, "Cooperating with others is not something that only billionaires can do, right?"

"Certainly not working with people. But..."

Barbara blinked.

"How much did this cooperation cost you?"

"Next question." Han Yi decisively changed the subject.

"Well, the second question, our dear Monsieur Fiamou-Derwig, what is your relationship?"

"Employment relationship."

"You hired him as..."

"Private security. But there are a lot of people in this world who would hire ex-combat soldiers from Albania to keep them safe, wouldn't they?"

Before the words fell, the two laughed lightly at the same time.

"Although there is no need to ask the third question, but... the third question."

Index, middle and ring fingers raised proudly as Barbara Pavon delivers the coup de grace.

"How did you come to Ibiza?"

"By plane."

"more specific."

"Okay." Han Yi raised his hands, "You caught me. I am a bird with the same feathers as every rich man whose surname ends with 'Berg', 'Mann' or 'Witz'."

"Isn't that a good thing? Those 'Bergers' and 'Mann' and 'Witz' lives, how many people dream of?"

Barbara took a sip of the red wine, thought about it, and added.

"I think each of us has some stereotypes from our profession or life that we don't realize. For example, I-the typical so-called 'supermodel'."

"No, you're not typical at all."

Han Yi shook his head, his eyes full of suspicion.

"You are completely different from the supermodel I remember."

"Where did you see that?" Barbara asked curiously.

"In my impression, supermodels should pay attention to sleep time, but it's three o'clock, and you are still chewing cheese with me here." Han Yi counted with his fingers, "Second, is the cheese chewing What, how do you eat? I mean...anything."

"First of all, sleep is indeed very important to me... If Thomas hadn't invited me to participate in the event today, I should also normally go to bed at ten o'clock and wake up at six o'clock."

"When was the last time you went to bed at ten o'clock and woke up at six o'clock?" Han Yi smiled and dismantled the fairy tale world depicted by the girl.

"I……"

Barbara was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Can't remember, but it must have happened this year! Several times!"

"and……"

Knowing that the first thing is untenable, Barbara hurriedly proves herself in another way.

"It's not normal either, eating midnight snacks. I'm a big believer in the 80/20 principle."

"What is the 80/20 Principle?"

"80% of the time is eating healthy fat-reducing meals, and 20% of the time is squandering."

Before she finished speaking, Barbara broke another cheese stick and put it in her mouth.

"That's the 20% of the time, not exceeding the standard at all... And, if it is before the important schedule, such as Paris Fashion Week and Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, I don't even have that 20%. Training ten times a week, relying on A protein shake with espresso to keep you alive."

"In fact, in two days, I'm going to go into devil training mode."

Barbara put her hands on her hips, straightened her back and chest, and smiled.

"What you see now is the most indulgent Barbara."

"What's wrong with that?"

Han Yi moved his gaze downwards, quickly scanned Barbara's waist and abdomen exposed to the air, and then politely returned his attention to her face half as big as his own.

There is no Candice Swanepoel's exaggerated waistline that is not human, nor Isabel Goulart's angular six-pack abs, but I have to admit that in real life, Barbara Parr Wen's figure is the one that is most in line with the public's aesthetics and femininity.

The ultra-low body fat rate obtained through crazy weight loss or plastic surgery is by no means as pleasing as the right natural bodybuilding.

"I'm not a nutritionist, but there's no question your body is in a golden state that I'll never even try to achieve."

"I don't even have abdominal muscles." Barbara pinched her abdominal muscles, with a bitter face.

"What do you want that thing for?" Han Yi was puzzled, "Is it used to make waffles?"

"Oh, trust me, the modeling industry is much more demanding than you think."

Barbara picked up a cucumber sushi roll with her fingertips, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put it in her mouth without dipping it in soy sauce.

"You know what the media called me when I first walked for VS?"

"what?"

"Victoria's Secret's first plus-size model."

"Those people must be joking, right?"

"No, they are serious. Because I am taller and fatter than those exclusive Victoria's Secret Angels."

Barbara Parvin shrugged.

"When I was not famous, I went to some brands for interviews, and their interviewers would sincerely suggest that I smoke two ribs, or change my business."

"It's crazy." Han Yi shook his head in disbelief, "I mean, you are a synonym for perfection."

"Am I perfect?"

"Yes, impeccable." Han Yi emphasized emphatically, "You shouldn't leave the modeling circle. If there is any objection from the modeling circle, it should be the modeling circle that leaves Barbara."

"Aww, thanks... I like that statement."

Speaking of which, Barbara Pavon ran her hands through her hair, making her long bright brown locks a bit more voluminous.With her chin in her mouth, she raised her eyes and quickly made several charming poses.

"Who doesn't want to be the perfect girl in someone's eyes?"

The reason why supermodels are supermodels is that they can walk dozens of shows in a fashion week season, change the covers of "Harper's Bazaar", "Vogue", and "Elle", and earn millions of dollars a year. Because of their special ability to fully display the indescribable elegance in an instant.

Just like the 30-second tears of an excellent actor, freezing the most beautiful moment and replicating it infinitely in different occasions is an essential skill for elite models.

This year, Barbara Pavon, who just officially announced three endorsements for Giorgio Armani Di Gioia, Cartier De Lune, and Lagerfeld Private Club, and whose annual income is about to exceed the $400 million mark, has naturally polished this skill to perfection.

The lighting in the hotel room at three o'clock in the morning was a little dim, not the best light source conditions, but it was more than enough to make the heart of the man across the table sway.

Han Yi hid his gaze very well, but the pure heat still made Barbara's skin feel hot.

Sensing the changes in the other party keenly, Barbara's mouth curled into a playful smile.

She stretched, stood up, and walked towards the balcony.

My room was littered with personal clothes, so it was really inconvenient to invite Han Yi, who is a man, as a guest.Therefore, the venue for their supper was the Royal Suite on the rooftop of the Nobu Hotel that Han Yi had booked.

The price of 7183 pounds per night, for Han Yi now, can cause mood swings similar to buying a $6.45 turkey panini at Starbucks.

Is it expensive?Definitely a little bit.

But do you need to care?Not at all.

What's more, the design of the royal suite at the Nobu Hotel really fits Han Yi's preferences.Separate living room, outdoor dining space, and a huge terrace.On the right is a leisure area composed of an L-shaped corner sofa and a white fabric sofa that can accommodate four people. On the left, there are two deck chairs and a jacuzzi that can be used by eight to ten people at the same time.

In the pitch-black night, the Tiffany-blue seductive light glows from the swimming pool that is still running. Under the action of the white waves, the light beams are constantly changing their shapes.

"What a beautiful night view."

Barbara leaned in front of the 12-yuan transparent glass terrace enclosure, facing the slightly cool sea breeze, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

"You said now?"

Han Yi followed Barbara's footsteps and came to the terrace. He looked at the Ibiza Bay in front of him, and it sounded like he didn't agree with the other party's conclusion.

"I can't seem to see anything."

The nightlife in Ibiza is good enough, but that too is limited to a few areas.Spaniards do not have the bad habit of turning on the lights all night like Americans. In addition, after all, it is already three o'clock in the morning when everything is completely silent, ordinary people have already fallen asleep, and nocturnal animals are all carnival in nightclubs.Therefore, in addition to the basic roadside lighting, only a few buildings still overflow with light, like a faint candle in a dark forest, as if it will be extinguished by the sea breeze.

"Everywhere doesn't have to be lit all night like Manhattan."

Seeing Han Yi who followed as expected in her heart, Barbara's face showed a smile like a little devil who had succeeded in the scheme.

She took a step to the right calmly, putting herself and Han Yi shoulder to shoulder.

"In Manhattan, living in a tower of steel and concrete, whenever you open the curtains, you always feel that there are eyes watching you from all directions."

"But on an island like this, even if we just... stand outside, no one will be able to spot us. There is nothing in front of us except the sea."

"Don't you think so, Yi?"

"Don't think so?"

Han Yi turned his head and asked with some doubts.

It was Barbara's fiery red lips that answered him.

Mint leaves, lemon zest, and cedarwood.

This is the fragrance from the entangled lips and teeth of Barbara and Han Yi.

"All of this...is a great time to do something like this."

After a long time, the lips parted, and Barbara gently wiped away the bright red around her lips with her thumb, and the icing on the Budapest strudel was in her voice.

"Barbara, I..."

Han Yi let out a hot breath, but stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Barbara still maintained that seductive gesture, tilting her head, "Is there anything I should know?"

"For example... At home, there is a girl waiting for you to go back?"

Hearing Barbara's words, Han Yi's eyes froze, and then he sank into the dark night of Ibiza uncontrollably.

Who is waiting for him?
"...No, no."

Han Yi held Barbara's face in his left hand, put his right hand on the waist of the Victoria's Secret Angel, and looked for the scent that broke him again.

"Next... where do you want to see me?"

Barbara closed her eyes tightly, murmuring vaguely during Han Yi's offensive.

"In the jacuzzi, or on the velvet bed?"

(End of this chapter)