hollywood billionaire

Chapter 161 Barbara's Row House
"Barbara?!"

Han Yi's eyes widened.

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? I live here!"

Barbara raised her fingertips and pointed to the alley with no other way.

"It's you...why are you here?"

"Oh, I thought you were in Paris."

"That was a week ago." Barbara closed her left eye coquettishly, and said with a smile, "I came back after work."

"Okay, but don't you live in New York?" Han Yi felt that his CPU was about to be burned dry. "The last time I checked, it was still London."

"Oh my god, she's here, she's there, she's everywhere! What should I do?!"

Barbara bared her teeth and claws like a little monster, and laughed heartily, showing her funny character to Han Yi and Fei Yamu vividly.

"I rent an apartment in New York and here. I usually live there. If it's Fashion Week season, I live here."

Having said that, Barbara Pavon looked up at the dark clouds hanging above her head, and spread her right hand flat, palm facing upwards.

"By the way, are you going to try your luck on the street in a thunderstorm to see if you can get a taxi, or go back to my house, charge your phone first, and wait for Uber to pick you up?"

As if to prove that what Barbara said was true, a drop of rainwater fell into her palm before she finished speaking.

"Is there a thunderstorm today?"

"If the BBC is not lying, there are still 10 minutes."

Barbara looked at the phone screen.

"So, guys, how do you decide?"

"I decided to say... Thank you, Barbara." Han Yi paused, showing a grateful smile, "I hope I won't disturb you too much."

"Of course not, come with me."

Barbara hooked hands towards Han Yi and Fei Yamu, signaling them to keep up with her pace.

After nearly two hours of rampage, it was really difficult to keep up with Barbara's nearly one-meter-long legs at the same speed.Han Yi had to trot a few steps to stand side by side with Victoria's Secret Angel.

"How did that event go?"

"Same old thing. Land, make up, show up, wow everyone, and go home."

In Barbara's words, half of ridicule and half of self-confidence.

“Well, not exactly. Because apart from the L’Oréal event, I was in Paris the other day shooting new campaigns for three different brands…but anyway, now I’m back.”

"Ta-da! Welcome to the humble house!"

The words are very modest, but the eyebrows that are about to rise to the sky, and the jazz right hand that keeps shaking, convey completely opposite emotions.

"I have to say, very...comfortable and warm, Barbara."

Carefully observing the interior decoration that contrasted strongly with the glamorous and lively Barbara Pavon, Han Yi didn't know how to answer the question for a while.

"Any questions?"

Barbara, who was bending over to take off her black Gucci loafers, keenly caught Han Yi's subtle expression changes, and narrowed her eyes playfully.

"Shouldn't I live in this kind of row house?"

"A penthouse near Canary Wharf or Hyde Park is more suitable for a 'supermodel' like me?"

"No... yes."

Han Yi thought about it, but chose to tell the truth.

"For a Victoria's Secret Angel, it seems a little humble."

Anyone who has seen Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant's "Notting Hill" will be keenly aware that the row house rented by Barbara Parvin is similar to that of William Sack in the film. The similarities of shelter.There is a narrow wooden door, which leads to a long and narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor is the kitchen that can only accommodate two people at the same time. On the right is the "drawing room" in the British population, the living room.On the left is a steep staircase covered with light gray plush carpet, leading to the study, bathroom, bedroom, or other places.

Overall, the house looks more like a cozy little home for a middle-class couple than a multimillion-dollar world supermodel in one of the four fashion capitals.

“I’m a big fan of Harry Potter, both the book and the movie. So when I decided to rent a house in London, I told myself not to go for the five-star hotel apartments that are everywhere. If you want to live, live in the place with the most Muggle characteristics."

Barbara's explanation is quite interesting, and it fits her free and easy character very well, and her whimsical mind.

"Oh, luckily, there just happened to be some unopened pairs of slippers."

Taking out two pairs of cute cotton slippers with panda patterns from the shoe cabinet in the entrance, Barbara clapped them instead of her hands.

"Take off your shoes at the door, gentlemen. Sorry, the Hungarians can't stand anyone who brings dust from outside into their homes."

"Hua people are too." Han Yi took the slippers, feeling very friendly, "I can't understand why Americans and British would wear sneakers into their homes and step on the floor or even the bed."

"Isn't it? There are also freaks who wash shoes and underwear together!" Barbara nodded hurriedly, agreeing very much.

"What about you, Fiyamu, do Albanians wear shoes into their homes?" Han Yi turned his head and looked at Fiyamu Dervish, who was staring at the childish panda head in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"No, only savages would wear outer shoes home." After saying this, Fei Yamu took a deep breath, made up his mind, and put this pair of slippers that were obviously too small, like children's models, on 46 yards on his feet.

"It seems that we are not a minority." Han Yi shrugged and smiled at Barbara, "They are."

"Finally, I don't need to spend another 10 minutes explaining this matter." Barbara also returned a bright smile, "I have a hunch that you will become good guests welcomed by Pavin's mansion... this way."

"There are too many chargers in this house. Every time I forget to bring them, I have to buy one at the airport." Barbara squatted down and took out two Apple chargers from the cabinet on the right side of the TV. It was stuffed into Han Yi's hands.

"Hero of the day, Barbara. Thank you very much."

"The socket is on the right side of the couch...to the left you are facing."

"It's done, thank you. Feamu, give me yours too."

Seeing the charging logo on the screen, Han Yi stood up, first nodded to Barbara, and then glanced around the small living room, expressing his sincere praise.

"I like the design style here very much. It is simple and elegant, but it also has a warm atmosphere of life."

In "Notting Hill", William Sack's living space is quite disorganized. It looks like a moldy wooden floor, repair tools placed randomly, and a bicycle lying crookedly at the back door. His roommate Spike's "give up trying" vibe.

But Barbara Parvin's three-story house is clearly not the case.As the European resting place of the Hungarian supermodel, the townhouse has a sense of sophistication and fashion that is very suitable for Barbara's identity.Light beige and cream are the main colors of the interior design, from wallpaper, curtains, sofas and cabinets.The space is also quite tidy, as far as the eye can see, there are only a few fashion magazines with Barbara's cover thrown randomly on the sofa and coffee table.It doesn't look messy, but looks more advanced.

"Thank you. The basic decoration of the house itself is good. After I moved in, I changed some furniture according to my own preferences...the tea table, the sofa, and the ones on it...Do you want me to show you around?"

"No problem." Han Yi nodded, "Anyway, there is nothing else to do for the time being."

"I don't need it, Ms. Parvin."

Feamu Derwig declined the invitation quite tactfully.The big man also has great wisdom, and he followed Han Yi every step of the way, from Ibiza to London, if he still can't see what happened between the boss and the model, at least in terms of observation, he is no longer suitable Called elite security.

Therefore, under the premise of absolute safety, what Fei Yamu should do is to create as much private space as possible for Han Yi and Barbara.

Although he is a staunch Yoo Jin party, but...

"If I can, I'll sit here and rest for a while."

Feyamu pointed to the sofa and squeezed out a kind smile.

"I'm a little tired after walking for too long."

"Ah, yes, of course. Please sit down." Barbara Pavin picked up the remote control and turned on the TV for Han Yi's security.

"Watch whatever you want...we'll be back soon."

After finishing speaking, Barbara hooked Han Yi's arm very naturally, leading him to the long stairs leading to the second floor.

"There are two storage rooms and two adjacent bedrooms on the second floor, but because I live alone, I converted the entire second floor into my workshop...well, it's a workshop, actually It’s a place to put clothes and try on clothes. The one inside is now my shoe cabinet and part of my wardrobe. The one outside is more wardrobes and is used as a dressing room.”

"Wow, so this was originally a three-bedroom terrace?"

"That's right." Barbara put her hands on her hips, inspecting the dressing room filled with all kinds of luxury and curiosities, which is comparable to the dressing room of a big-name flagship store. "A girl always needs a lot, a lot of storage space."

"No offense, but..." Han Yi pointed at his feet, "How much does it cost to rent a house like this in Chelsea?"

"1950 pounds per week, plus monthly utility bills and other miscellaneous maintenance costs, it's about 8500 pounds."

Barbara didn't care much about this kind of insignificant privacy. She raised her eyes and thought about it, and blurted out a series of numbers.

"And then you still rent one in New York."

"Well, it's about the same price in Williamsburg."

"Hmmm." Han Yi closed his lips tightly, licked the side wall of his mouth with his tongue, and breathed out from his nose.

£8500 for two, roughly equal to $21000.

Throughout the year, Barbara spent as much as $25.2 on rent.

It was enough for her to pay a down payment for a row house of the same size in the core area of ​​Brooklyn near the East River.

Based on Barbara's annual income, the loan can be paid off in less than two years, and the quality of life will not be affected.

"I still don't know which city I want to live in in the future."

How could the ice-snow-smart Barbara fail to see Han Yi's inner activities.

"After all, I'm only 23 years old. I want to experience more while I'm young, and let's talk about things that have stabilized. I'm working hard to make money now, so that I won't hesitate for too long when I want to be extravagant."

"You're right, Barbara."

Han Yi tapped his temple, showing an apologetic smile.

"I shouldn't think about these things for you... It's a habit, and now everything has to be accounted for in my mind."

"It doesn't matter at all, don't be too nervous, you are much better than my parents in persuading me to buy a house earlier."

Barbara pushed Han Yi's back with a smile, and continued to lead him upstairs.

"The third floor! This is my 100% private space. There is a small study room on the north side, where I participate in video conferences and check and send emails. Then, this room of about [-] square meters on the south side is my master bedroom!"

"The en-suite bathroom with bathtub, full-scale vanity, and in-room coffee maker and mini-refrigerator mean that when I don't have a work schedule, I can spend the whole day here without even having to go down the stairs."

"If I remember correctly, I should have watched all of "Attack on Titan", most of "Naruto", and at least half of "JoJo's Fantasy Adventure" here."

"Japanese anime fans?"

"What do you say?"

Barbara casually picked up an English version of "Death Note" from the pile of comic books beside the bed.

"In order to play "Dragon Ball: Xenoverse", I also bought a PS4, which is in the living room. However, I am busy with work during this time, and I don't know where to put it after I put it away."

"Pandas, anime, sushi...you're more Asian than I am, Barbara."

Han Yi raised his eyebrows and joked.

“Not just sushi.”

A world-class supermodel can change facial expressions in an instant.Barbara Pavin walked up to Han Yi, who were only a few inches away from each other. The original cheerful and innocent appearance was instantly replaced by the blurred temptation exuding a strong charm.

"Recently, I found that I like Chinese food more and more."

grunt.

Whether it is a man or a woman, in this world, there are very few people who can be alone with Victoria's Secret Angels without changing their expressions.

Han Yi is definitely not one of those supernatural beings.

"Someone with the cutest bewildered face in the world."

With slender arms around Han Yi's neck, Barbara Pavin couldn't help but smile as his elf-like sea-blue eyes moved between his tall nose and slightly parted lips.

"Why... the confused face?"

Han Yi, who took a few deep breaths in his heart, still seemed to be able to maintain a basic calm on the outside.He put his hot palm on Barbara's waist, and the endless heat seemed to burn her to death.

"because……"

Barbara leaned over and kissed Han Yi's earlobe lightly.

"The look in your eyes just now seemed like you were doing this for the first time."

Taking off the large knitted sweater and the short Bec&Bridge top that can't cover the waist can make the man who holds Barbara in his arms better feel the results of her ten workouts a week.

Barbara pressed Han Yi's chest, turned around, and pushed him down on the bed.

"By the way, there is another advantage about this bedroom that I forgot to introduce."

Kneeling in front of Han Yi, Barbara tied her hair behind her hands in a ponytail and said in a tired voice.

"What advantage?"

Han Yi, who was about to go mad, asked the question almost subconsciously.

"The master bedroom is on the top floor, which means... people in the living room will never hear anything going on here."

Barbara raised her eyes, her charm was as rich as silk, and her tenderness was as smooth as brocade.

"Pull my hair."

(End of this chapter)