Chapter 156: choose a house
"Italian food." Monica Bellucci nodded slowly, and finally chose to accept it.
"Then you need to change." Ryan gestured at the wide bathrobe on Monica Bellucci, "I guess there won't be any Italian restaurant that will let you in."
"Help me hold it for a while, I'm going to change clothes." Monica Bellucci threw the box of pink diamonds in her hand towards Ryan, got up and left the dressing room.
This is a dressing room, not a dressing room.
Not long after, Monica Bellucci changed into a casual outfit and came out of the dressing room.
At that moment, the two left the studio together, drove to an Italian restaurant, ordered a table full of dishes, and a bottle of not bad red wine, the 1995 red face.
Ryan had already eaten at noon, he was not too hungry, he just ate a few bites casually, "Do you want to use it to make a ring? Or a necklace!"
For any diamond, for a man, apart from giving it away, I am afraid that it can only be used for collection.
But for a beautiful woman, turn it into a beautiful diamond jewelry.
"I prefer necklaces." Monica Bellucci glanced at Ryan on the opposite side and asked, "What's it called?"
A 10.63-carat pink diamond must have a very nice name.
Ryan thought for a moment and said one word, "pinklove."
Pink Love!
A very nice name.
"I like this title." Monica Bellucci whispered it a few times, feeling very satisfied.
"Okay, Monica, it's yours now."
"Next, it's time for you to help me. I need your advice." Ryan made an appointment with a real estate agent in the afternoon, which was introduced by Sophia, and while there was still a little time, he checked to see if there was a suitable house.
As for the real estate agent introduced by Helen before, it has been a long time since I contacted him.
"Malibu!" Monica Bellucci carefully put Pink Love back into the box and put it in her handbag.
"Why didn't you choose Beverly Hills?" She asked curiously.
Beverly Hills is the first choice for Hollywood people, and only some cash-strapped Hollywood stars will choose to move to Malibu.
It can be compared to Beverly Hills, and the price is relatively cheap.
Ryan is clearly not among the cash-strapped crowd who can afford a Beverly Hills mansion.
"Beverly Hills is boring."
Ryan thought for a while, but he couldn't say that he wanted to see the charm of a private celestial beach. He had this plan in his previous life, but unfortunately there is no private beach in China. He said, "Besides, I want a small private beach."
"It's a very good idea." Monica Bellucci praised him, which seemed to agree with his statement.
As Monica Bellucci finished their meal, the two checked out and left the restaurant, driving a Bentley to Malibu.
It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Malibu.
Sitting on the co-pilot, Monica Bellucci glanced at the back and said, "It seems that someone has been following behind since I left the restaurant."
"It seems to be a reporter from a gossip magazine."
This is the wealthy area of Los Angeles. Countless tourists come here every day. The law and order has always been very good. There are almost no robbery and kidnapping incidents. The biggest possibility is that they were targeted by reporters from gossip magazines.
Besides, there are very few robbers driving such a glamorous car.
Ryan glanced at the rear mirror and said, "Don't bother with them."
Anyway, he and Monica Bellucci's lace news, the news media and the public have long been familiar with it.
After driving forward for a while, the Lincoln car drove into a mansion and stopped slowly. Ryan and Monica Bellucci got out of the car together.
At this time, a middle-aged man walked towards him, showing a happy smile from a distance. If nothing else happened, he was about to get a generous commission.
"Hello, Mr. Ryan, Miss Monica!" He had seen Monica Bellucci a long time ago, and he was more confident in making the deal.
"Hello."
"Let's start now." Ryan nodded. He didn't have much time to waste looking at the house.
"Okay, Mr. Ryan." Instead of being angry, the real estate agent had a flash of excitement in his eyes. He immediately walked to the door, took out the key, opened the door, and invited the two to enter.
"This house has just been built a few years ago, and its previous owner was an investor from Wall Street..." the real estate agent introduced as he walked.
Before he could finish, Ryan interrupted his introduction, "I'm not very familiar with feet."
Well, growing up, he never touched feet.
The real estate agent was slightly taken aback, and then changed to square meters, "About 1615 square meters, covering an area of 3255 square meters, and a roof terrace with beautiful views of the sea and mountains, about 500 square meters."
"By the way, there is also a 1.2-acre mountain land for sale adjacent to the courtyard."
The size of this house is indeed not small, and it is on a small cliff, with a beach below, overlooking the sea.
The only unsatisfactory place is that it is too close to the road.
"What do you think?" Ryan asked Monica Bellucci's opinion sideways.
"The surrounding area seems a little desolate." Monica Bellucci looked at the scenery outside, except for a small piece of not-so-good beach, there were only some low trees and rocks, giving people a desolate feeling.
desolate!
Ryan glanced around, it seemed that there was a bit of desolation, and he suddenly remembered something, as if there was a wildfire in Malibu in his previous life.
Wildfires in the United States are no joke, they can easily swallow countless lives.
"If you change to another place, the price is not a problem." Ryan said directly to the real estate agent: "It's better to be closer to the sea."
"How are you, Bel Air?"
"It's only 19 kilometers from the city center." The real estate agent asked.
"Okay." Ryan agreed.
At that moment, the three left Malibu and drove to Bel Air.
As soon as he came to Bel Air, Ryan felt his eyes brightened. There were green vegetation and trees everywhere, much more beautiful than Malibu.
Not far away, the car of the real estate agent in front stopped in front of a house.
Ryan parked the Bentley, greeted Monica Bellucci and walked down together.
The three of them walked into the house in front of them, which seemed to be much larger than the one just now, and it was not a main building, but two connected buildings.
There is a large parking lot in front of it, facing one of the three-story buildings.
On the other side, at a slightly higher position, is a two-story building facing the sea. Walking through the hall, you can see a large swimming pool surrounded by glass walls, and a sloping cliff outside. , full of lush trees, the scenery is very charming.
Further outside, there is a blue sea, which is boundless from a distance.
The only pity is that there is no beach, let alone a private beach.
Where there is disappointment, there is surprise.
The surprise is that there is a natural hot spring on one side of the swimming pool.
"This house was built in 1987~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and has just been completely renovated this year. It has a construction area of 1,860 square meters, an area of 7,750 square meters, and a small garden."
Ryan looked around. To be honest, the property in front of him is really good. Two sides face the sea, one side is against the mountains, and the other side is a large forest. Sitting in the restaurant, you can see the endless sea.
The most important thing is that in two different directions, the seascape presents two different views. One side is the sea under the gap between the cliffs and trees, where the vegetation and the ocean meet each other, and the other side is the blue sea, without any shelter, which looks very clean , with a kind of tranquility and peace.
"It looks pretty good." Ryan nodded in satisfaction.
Of course, the price is also very good. The external price of this property is 23 million US dollars, which is a very expensive price.
"It's not bad, the scenery is pretty good." Monica Bellucci looked at the sea outside and gave a pretty good evaluation.
"See what's going on inside." Ryan walked into one of the buildings with Monica Bellucci in his arms.
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