My American magical life
Chapter 588 - 588 98 Christmas Cheng Daqi and His Friends_4

588: Chapter 98: Christmas, Cheng Daqi and His Friends_4 588: Chapter 98: Christmas, Cheng Daqi and His Friends_4 “He’s so eloquent, just pretend I’ve said it all over again.”

The American version is the same, Lisa has ideas.

“Hahaha, really?

I actually think I could go for more surgeries.

I want to adjust my jawline; it makes my cheeks look too square.”

CEO Cheng thought it was unnecessary, you’re already so beautiful and still thinking about more surgeries?

This is pure cosmetic surgery addiction.

The blonde suggested an alternative.

“NO!

Mi’er, don’t get more surgeries.

Modern cosmetic surgery techniques are advanced, but doctors can make mistakes.

You could consider using a retainer to fix your jawline, that way there’s no need for surgery.”

The dark-haired wealthy woman stepped in front of them, spinning lightly in place, her skirt fluttering, and she laughed joyfully.

“Ha, I like this dress, but I still want to get surgeries.

They dare not make mistakes, and I don’t want to be a pitiful ‘brace face’.”

As she fixed her hair, she pulled out a chair and sat down next to Cheng Daqi.

Noticing the attractive man and woman suddenly sitting together, Lisa raised her glass with a smile and took a sip of the wine.

You guys chat; I’ll just watch quietly.

As employees and investors of the two bosses, the blonde knew well enough that each of these crazy rich men and women was a heavy hitter.

She couldn’t understand their relationship.

“Mi’er, there’s a saying in Hua Country, ‘Beauty lies in the bones and not in the skin.’ You are already at your best.

Many people who have plastic surgery go for bone shaving, even though there are fillers and injections, bone shaving is the mainstream.

Because they can’t permanently add a piece of bone to their faces, they all end up with sharp faces.

My advice is, don’t get any more surgeries.”

Plastic surgery is actually a fairly common act; after all, the desire to enhance one’s own attractiveness to please oneself and others is eternal.

But Mi’er’s previous cosmetic surgeon was already skilled enough.

She naturally had a pair of captivating, gem-like eyes, and as long as her face wasn’t too unwieldy, she would always be beautiful.

Cheng Daqi didn’t think she needed to continue with more surgeries.

“Cheng, so you like my face as it is?” the dark-haired wealthy woman asked expectantly.

“Pretty much, not less than Lisa’s, no, what I mean is, both you and Lisa are exceptionally beautiful girls, neither of you need any plastic surgery, right, that’s it.”

CEO Cheng’s awkwardness was amusing, and Lisa chuckled with laughter.

Temir rolled her eyes, finding Cheng Daqi annoying tonight—cute before he spoke the last sentence, annoying immediately after.

CEO Cheng felt helpless too; after all, everyone has moments when their words tumble out awkwardly.

He chose to switch the conversation to a lighter topic.

“Alright, how about you show me the gift you got me?”

“Oh, go to the Christmas tree, the white box.

Go ahead.”

She had planned to fetch it herself, but now that Cheng Daqi annoyed her, she blatantly showed her displeasure.

“I’ll go, hahaha.”

The blonde, quick as a rabbit, grabbed the object before Cheng Daqi could react.

Upon opening it, CEO Cheng found a beautiful watch.

“Hmm, this is Richard?”

“Yes, I had them customize one for you.

Look at the bubble at the top left of the face; that’s a synthetic amber—I had this amber custom-made, too; it’s two little figures.”

Cheng Daqi held up the watch and could see it was their picture together turned into a three-dimensional miniature model, encapsulated in light blue amber.

But the thing was so small, from a distance, it appeared as a blue embellishment, like a gem rather than amber.

“It’s thoughtful.

I’ll treasure it, Mi’er, thank you.”

The significance of this watch was anticipation.

Cheng Daqi understood that Mi’er’s gift was full of hope.

But he could not respond to it, which was both regrettable and helpless.

—————–

Inside the big house that Elder Li rented to CEO Cheng, three other people were also celebrating Christmas.

“Cheng couldn’t make it today because he’s busy, so it’s just the three of us, but he prepared gifts for us.”

Sani placed the gifts that Cheng Daqi had prepared in front of Cort and Kernor.

“Ha, wonder what it is.”

Cort put down his phone and said with a laugh.

“Anything is fine, I didn’t get any gifts last year.”

Kernor spoke for everyone.

All of them were without families, which was why they were roaming the streets.

To them, Cheng Daqi was like family.

So, whatever Cheng Daqi’s gift was, they wouldn’t dislike it—Christmas isn’t about the value of the gift, but about the expression of friendship and familial love.

“Let me go first, which one is mine?”

Blond old veteran, top-notch turtle man, future congressman’s assistant Scott rubbed his hands together, eager to open his gift first.

“Look, it has your name on it.

This brown one, Cole, the red one is yours, and the last, colorful one is mine.”

Scott quickly unwrapped his box to find a book inside.

“Ha, the last time I got a book like this was over a decade ago when I was still in elementary school.

Cheng is too gentle; he let me feel a child-like warmth.”

Scott chuckled weirdly, picking up the book from Cheng Daqi, but then he noticed a note on top of it.

“Cort, considering your goals and the deceptive education you’ve received in America, as your friend, I feel it’s necessary to offer you some support.

So as a gift, I chose to give you a book—’American Imperialism’.

America’s history spans just over two centuries, but in the early last century, it went through a crucial phase of imperialistic expansion.

Many of the problems we see today were already emerging.

You need to understand what your country is really like before you can comprehend where it’s headed.”