Rebirth: My 80s

Right now, the entire Wall Street and the American media are looking for Jack Lee.

How could Li Jiankun, a living person and a very prominent figure, suddenly disappear from the face of the earth?

Because he was a guest in a place where no one dared to check.

Of course, by invitation.

As we all know, November 1st is Halloween.

This festival is quite important in the West, and it is not just the Ghost Festival as understood by people in many other places.

Halloween originated from Christianity. Around the 9th century AD, Christianity considered that the saints did not have their own festival, so they designated November 1 as Halloween. Since it was only one day apart from Ghost Festival, people later combined them and celebrated them together.

The night before Halloween.

The naughty kids would dress up as all kinds of ghosts, holding pumpkin lanterns, and knock on doors from house to house. If they were not given food, they would play pranks on them, making the big shots laugh and cry.

On Halloween, people may gather in church, or some large families may gather together to hold mass to commemorate all the saints in heaven.

Similar to the ancestor worship in the Asia-Pacific region.

October 31st, evening.

Li Jiankun is in a manor not far from Central Park.

The area of ​​the manor is about the same as his manor on Borao Road, Victoria Peak in Hong Kong.

Compared with North America, which has a vast land and a sparse population, it is not big.

But considering the location, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money.

This also explains why Abby appeared alone at the Metropolitan Museum of Art last time.

There is really only one way.

It's like going out for a walk...

During dinner, Li Jiankun and Abby Adams' mother, a beautiful young woman who looked only thirty years old, had a few drinks.

It was also tonight that he found out that Abby was not even 19 years old yet and was a student at New York University, majoring in art, and studying cello.

Her family had strict discipline. Her mother forbade her to drink strong liquor - 40-proof whiskey was considered strong liquor in the eyes of Americans. Li Jiankun could only laugh at this.

So Abby didn't have any share and just drank red wine with the meal.

Abby's father was not at home. He was in the small town of New Paltz, about an hour and a half drive north of New York. That was where Abby invited Li Jiankun to go tomorrow.

The girl is fulfilling her promise.

There is a big boss in Abby's family who can give Judy Rockefeller a big shove while she can only stare at him.

Just in time for Halloween.

She thought, why not take Jack to meet his family first.

Of course, even the song goes: "Don't try to guess what a girl is thinking..."

Even though she said it without blinking.

Now, Li Jiankun was leaning against the windowsill of the guest room, looking at the surrounding night view.

Although this manor is decent, there is not a single bit of Halloween atmosphere in it.

There was not even a ghost in sight.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Li Jiankun retracted his gaze, walked over and opened the door.

"Wow--"

Outside the door, a "witch" was baring her fangs and claws.

"Hey, give me some reaction!"

Abby pouted.

"Oh, I'm scared to death." Li Jiankun leaned back and cooperated. After all, it was someone else's traditional festival.

Abby: “…”

It's better not to give it.

The problem is, I really can’t give it to you, and it’s not Li Jiankun’s fault.

How is this scary at all?

She was wearing a rather indecent witch costume:

Black base with purple lace covering it.

There is a "black ring" around the neck, connected to several crisscrossed thin straps of the same color - used to fix the hem of the skirt to prevent it from slipping off.

The chest was covered in black leather, which was almost about to burst.

The upper body is tightly bound and the lower body is fluffy.

The hem of her skirt only reached half her thighs. With her hot body, Li Jiankun felt he could see her butt whenever she turned her back.

There's no horror at all, but there's an extreme level of cuteness and sexiness.

Li Jiankun wondered if she had entered the wrong adult store...

There is a different kind of temptation.

Oh, and she was holding a broom in her hand - let's call it that for now.

In Li Jiankun's opinion, it looked more like a large brush, or... a whip.

This damn temptation.

"trick or treat!"

Abby showed a small fang, stretched out her left hand that was not holding anything, and spread out her five fingers.

Li Jiankun said, "This is your home. I'm a guest. Where would I get the candy?"

"Then I don't care."

Li Jiankun said unhappily: "No sugar."

"Then I'll do something tricky!"

Li Jiankun raised his hand and waved to the side: "Please, please, please."

It's your home anyway.

It's up to you.

click!

Abby walked into the room and locked the white oak door.

Then he used the broom in his hand to press against Li Jiankun's chest and pushed him backwards.

This was also Li Jiankun's first time to celebrate a proper Christmas in Europe and the United States. He wanted to see what she could do, so he cooperated.

Pfft!

Something was pressing against my heel.

Li Jiankun fell down on the big Simmons bed.

Swish!

Abby suddenly raised her right foot, and Li Jiankun realized that she was barefoot, with her pink feet stepping on the bed beside Li Jiankun.

Hey!

As I said, her skirt is very short.

With this action...

A bird's eye view.

White, translucent lace.

Li Jiankun's mouth was dry and he glared, "What are you doing?"

Abby's pink lips showed her two little fangs, and she reached out to Li Jiankun, "You're making trouble."

"???"

Damn it.

So what you mean by making trouble is quite literal?

Li Jiankun felt hot all over, and quickly slapped her hand away: "You little brat, who did you learn this from?"

"my mother."

Li Jiankun: "..."

It's so fucking fascinating.

So what exactly happened in this manor?

"besides."

Abby puffed out her chest and said, "Don't speak against your conscience. How am I small?"

This seems irrefutable.

After all, Li Jiankun is only 28 years old, and the age difference is less than one generation.

"You all know I have a fiancée."

"So what? You're not married."

"Aren't you afraid that your mother will break your legs?"

"Tsk, haven't you heard of this saying - even God cannot deprive people of their right to pursue love. This is a free country, Jack. They don't let me drink strong liquor because they care about my health. Having sex is not harmful to the body. It is a normal physiological need. Besides, can't you see that my mother likes you very much."

"..."

Li Jiankun said viciously: "I tell you, I can't be responsible for you."

Abby licked her lips and said, “No man would be willing to leave after eating me. You don’t know how good I am. I can feel a bean through the Simmons mattress.

"Tonight, you will be emperor."

Damn, I live in Bengbu.

For the first time in his life, leaving aside the not-so-proactive Miss Shen, Li Jiankun's body was somewhat out of control.

This shows how charming this little American princess is.

Abby slowly threw herself into his arms, and her extreme softness crushed Li Jiankun. The only thing he could move was his hands, and when he grabbed around, he managed to grab the small broom that Abby brought in.

"Why, do you like to play some tricks?"

Abby was very cooperative.

He rolled to one side, then climbed up, kneeled on the edge of the bed, and wagged his nonexistent tail.

Li Jiankun's body was covered with veins.

Grab a small broom.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Three consecutive hits.

Then, rush out the door.

Abby: “???”

If this girl doesn't climb up from him, there is a 99% chance that Li Jiankun will fail today.

When he came out of the door, Li Jiankun was gasping for breath.

So terrifying.

He caught a glimpse of a shadow at the stairs out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked closely, he saw Abby's mother looking at him with a mother-in-law-like smile.

Li Jiankun: "..."

Soon, he disappeared into the corridor and ran to the rich brother's guest room to sleep on the bed.

In the guest room assigned to him.

Abby's mother hugged her crying daughter and stroked her dark golden hair, trying to comfort her.

"He he he...he is not human."

Abby suffered the biggest blow in her life.

Her beauty, which was praised by everyone, was no longer effective.

"But it's also a good thing. It proves that he is loyal to love. If you can conquer him, he will love you forever, and you will become the happiest woman in the world."

Abby's eyes lit up, her big sapphire eyes full of longing.

Then she raised her fist fiercely and said, "He won't be able to escape from my grasp!"

Suddenly thinking of something, Abby asked anxiously: "Father..."

Old European and American families like theirs attach great importance to pure bloodline.

In more extreme cases, the main type of marriage is even based on close relatives.

"Baby, you know, our family is not short of capable people, but none of them seem to have much business talent. This is also the only shortcoming of the family. This person is rare in a century."

Abby was overjoyed.

……

……

The small town of New Paltz.

A place that seems to exist only in a painting.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, but there are no towering mountains.

Any hillside here is a natural golf course.

God has endowed it with the beauty of all four seasons at the same time.

In autumn, the mountains and forests are painted with colorful and romantic colors such as tender yellow, light brown, bright red, etc., while the foot of the mountain is still full of spring.

On the top of a mountain somewhere, there is a clear lake surrounded by rocky cliffs. The Indians called it "Mohonk", which means "lake in the sky" in English and "Tianchi" in Chinese.

There is a Victorian castle-style villa by the lake, built in 1869.

This dreamy castle consists of eighteen main towers and combines French, Italian and British garden design styles. It has a total of 259 rooms and covers an area of ​​1,325 acres.

It has a name -

A National Historic Landmark.

The official name is "Mohonk Mountain House".

It is now owned by the Adams family.

Today, the villa is very lively.

Almost all the Adams scattered across the United States gathered here.

"Oh, my sweetheart is here."

On the first floor of the main building of the villa, in the hall which was not magnificent but full of history and art, when Abby and her daughter walked in, a haggard old man sitting in a wheelchair laughed cheerfully.

Abby trotted forward, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and called him "Grandpa" obediently.

Cesar Adams, now 95 years old, is the living fossil of the family and the actual person in power.

But as the old saying goes, the old are the young.

Nowadays, Cesar no longer has much dignity and is instead keen on playing with little kids.

There aren't many big gatherings like today's, only once or twice a year. As everyone knows, we can't escape the routine.

Cesar held Abby's hand with one hand and waved around with the other hand:

"Come on, little ones, come here.

"Let me check what you have done this year and whether you have made any progress."

The young people in the hall are in two states:

1. Those who have achieved something this year are very excited and can't wait to report to their ancestors in the hope of getting praise.

2. Those who have been doing nothing this year are all shrinking their necks, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Abby, of course, belongs to the former, with her little head held high.

Today, she is going to make a splash in the family.

Because of this, she was extremely patient, and what she had done recently was known to no more than a handful of people in the family.