"Didi!" As the sound of a car whistle sounded, Jiang Hai saw Philipmon in the distance jumping out of the villa quickly, riding a car, and heading to the door of the manor. Soon, he drove an all-in-one car, and led a Toyota Camry slowly drove in from the door of the manor.

Seeing this, Jiang Hai was the owner of the place after all, and Robbins and others temporarily put down the work in his hands and walked out.

"Just stop here!" The commander parked in Jiang Hai's parking lot. If Filimon's mouth was not blocked by his ears, it would probably be cracked. Needless to say, the people sitting in the car must be his children.

I haven't seen them for a year, and it's impossible to say I don't want to, even Filimon's mouth is the same.

Hearing Filimon's words fell, the car here also parked in the parking space there, and then four people got out of it.

Both men and women are all black. The black man who came down from the cab is a little older. It is actually difficult for Jiang Hai to judge the age of a black man. Unless he is really old, it is difficult to judge. However, this guy has a beard and should be older. He is wearing a close-fitting down jacket, which looks seventy-sixth-slightly like Philipmon. He smiles and reveals his white teeth.

The man who came down from the passenger cab was also a man who looked younger because he was dressed. Some of them looked like the high school students of the American imperialists that Jiang Hai had seen, but they were slightly more mature than them.

Needless to say, these two people should be Felimmon's eldest son and younger son.

After the rear seat was opened, two women walked out. One of them looked bigger and had a bookish atmosphere on his body. The other one knew at a glance that it should be a student.

"Come on, let me introduce you. Uncle Robbins, Uncle Burke, and Edward here don't need to introduce him. This is Harriman Fells, your father and my current colleague, this is Jiang Hai, my current boss." Seeing the four of them coming down with their respective luggage, Philip Mont here immediately took them to Jiang Hai's villa and introduced them in turn, saying that in the United States, my uncle did not have a separate name, but the same name as his uncle, An Xiao.

So they had to call An Kou to all of these three old men. As for Harriman, they just nodded and were done. However, when introducing Jiang Hai, they had to come over and shake hands with him. After all, this was someone who worked for their father, and don’t forget that they are still standing on Jiang Hai’s territory now.

"Boss, these are my two sons, the eldest son Louis Turner, this is his girlfriend, Javier Antony, and the teacher of their school. This is my younger son, John Turner, this is his girlfriend, Fez Shelley." While shaking hands, Felimmon here was also introducing Jiang Hai to the situation of his son and his future prospective daughter-in-law.

"Hello, there is no need to be restrained here. Your parents and I are like family members, so we don't have to see you. Just treat this place as our home. If possible, stay here for a few more days. Your parents haven't seen you for a while." After hearing Filimon's words, Jiang Hai also spoke to the two of them in a slightly strange but fluent speaking.

Hearing Jiang Hai's words, the few people here naturally nodded happily, because they were still during the winter vacation.

The two of them work and school places are both schools, so they have more time to rest than other jobs.

Originally, if they felt that it was a bit troublesome, they would stay until January 2nd and leave after the New Year, but it seemed that Jiang Hai was really hospitable and they were willing to play in this big manor for a few more days.

Especially John Turner's little girlfriend, after getting off the car, her eyes felt a little too little. Obviously, she was very curious about this manor. After saying hello, everyone separated.

On Christmas Eve, the Americans did not have the habit of escaping, unless they were all bachelors like Jiang Hai and others.

After each walked into his own room, Filimon's villa was naturally not comparable to Jiang Hai's villa, but it seemed to be very good here too.

At least it is better than where they live. John Turner now lives in the school dormitory, and Louis Turner did not buy a house. Instead, he rented a suite in the city center not far from the school and lived there with his girlfriend.

At least they have to work hard for a few years before they can afford to live in such a small villa, whether it is renting or buying.

So they still agree with this place, at least this villa is not like an ordinary worker's room.

Whether it is decoration or decoration inside, it makes people feel very warm, like a home that looks more like a temporary residence.

In fact, based on the serious square meters, the room Jiang Hai lived for Philipmon and others was no smaller than the rich people in the suburbs.

No matter when these workers were built, the other party just built them because of their wealth or other reasons, now they are Jiang Hai and his employees.

"Dad, it seems that your boss is not old!" After entering the room, several people greeted Mrs. Philipmon. The two girls went into the kitchen to help. Of course, the most important thing was to go there, express their attitude, etc. As for the man, he took off his coat and sat on the sofa in the living room. As soon as he sat down, Louis Turner asked Philipmon curiously.

"Yes, I'm not old, I'm less than thirty years old. It seems that I'm only twenty-six or seven, how many years younger than Louis, you." When he heard his eldest son's words, he took out the third hall beer from the refrigerator, Filimon said to him.

"It's true, then where did he get the money to buy such a large manor?" After taking the beer from Philipmon, Louis asked curiously. It was unlikely that he was not curious. He was about the same age. Why did the other party already have a manor worth hundreds of millions of dollars a month? It was impossible to say that his heart was completely balanced.

"I don't know very well, but he doesn't seem to be a Chinese official or businessman or something. He once said that his parents had all died a year ago, and it doesn't look like they had the help of their parents." He shrugged and said with a smile after handing his youngest son a living room for beer.

When Louis frowned when he heard his father's words, he was concerned about Jiang Hai's unknown money and identity.

Compared to others, Louis believed in one sentence more: there is no love for no reason or hatred for no reason in this world. Now Jiang Hai is really good to his parents. He doesn't believe that he has no purpose at all.

So now he was thinking about what purpose Jiang Hai had, what he was going to do, how did his money come from, what came from black, what came from white, etc. I have to admit that sometimes people are so fond of it.

There is a kind of paranoid paranoia in which others treat him too well, but he feels wrong and is not good to him. Is this what it should be?

"Don't worry about those brothers, this guy should be a good person. Do you have to trust your parents' eyes?" John Turner couldn't help but pat his shoulder and said with a smile while drinking beer.

"I hope I'm too concerned!" When he heard my brother's words, Louis Turner here also laughed at himself. Sometimes people's hearts are too dark and not good. It is because of his dark heart that he quit a lot of jobs. He would rather stay in a high school as an assistant coach of the basketball team than make more money because he has no sense of security.

"Of course you are too careful. Although I don't know where the boss's money comes from, I'm very sure that the boss is a good person, a good person who is absolutely fine, and his identity will not have any problems." After all, even the lawyer has seen him, and there is something to worry about Philipmon. Moreover, in his opinion, Jiang Hai is trustworthy just like his nephew.

After patting his eldest son on the shoulder, Philipmon summarized the passage, and then invited his two sons to set up the Christmas tree together. As for the villa on Jiang Hai, Jiang Hai didn't know at this time that Philipmon's eldest son was suspicious of his "purpose". In fact, it was not necessary for him to say that Jiang Hai also felt that his purpose was a bit impure, because he didn't know what he was going to do.

But compared to his purpose, their arrangement was much faster. After all, they were a group of men, and they were not so particular about doing things. The arrangement was not slow. The Christmas tree had been set up a long time ago, with various small plays hanging on it and colorful lanterns, which looked very showy. As for the food, everyone had done it almost.

The roasted turkey, the one Jiang Hai bought that day, was very large, and was going to save it until tomorrow to eat it. Today I ate the one I went to hunt in the forest that day. In addition to the roasted turkey, the rest were some ordinary dishes, roast beef, grilled lamb chops, grilled fish, grilled shrimp, and the ever-changing cheddar soup, plus some corn porridge.

After all, Christmas Eve is just an extension of Christmas, so what I ate today is not particularly rich.

You must wait for tomorrow's day before you can eat very richly, but even so, you actually made a lot today.

Compared to the Philippine family's particularity, Jiang Hai and the others are much worse. After all, there is no one here who believes in religion.

After the food was ready, they started eating it from two o'clock in the afternoon. During this time, Philip came over and brought the gingerbread man made by his wife. It was actually a cookie. Of course, he was inevitably filled with a cup.

A few big men were naturally very troubled while eating and drinking. Before they knew it, they had to leave until after ten o'clock in the evening. However, before they dispersed, they had to clean up Jiang Hai's house, which they agreed.

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Chapter completed!