When grandparents sat down, they felt cold hands and feet, their little granddaughter, who was far away in Silicon Valley, still ran wildly in front of and behind the house in single clothes all day long.

Her father was afraid of the cold when he was young, but she has never been afraid of the cold since she was a child.

At this time, the temperature in Silicon Valley naturally dropped a little, but if it didn't rain, the temperature would still be around ten degrees.

It had become a candy for a big dog, lying in the corner of the door sheltering the wind, staring at the little master holding a windmill, running tirelessly in the front yard.

This dog is so tired that he can't run anymore, why are you still so energetic?

"Beep," a familiar whistle sounded at the foot of the mountain road. Amanda was stunned and shouted in surprise. "Mom," she immediately ran towards the door. Candy also "whimpered" and got up, followed Amanda in high spirits, and went to the door to welcome him.

"Baby," Amanda, in a professional suit, walked out of the car with a smile.

After a few months, her temperament has changed a lot. Her gentleness is mixed with the ability of some professional women.

Finally, I was really responsible for a considerable project and personally built the wasteland by the sea step by step into a garden-style high-end Chinese restaurant with rich Chinese characteristics. It is still ready to enter the trial business stage.

For her, this experience is also a great training.

However, when she got off the car, squatted down, and picked up her daughter, the only thing that appeared on her face was the gentleness that belonged to her mother. The smile was so warm that even Candy rubbed her legs with her head, and the big dog's eyes were full of wetness.

Huang Jingping touched Candy's head with her hand, "Did you go to bed at noon today?" She rubbed her daughter's nose with her nose.

"Sleep," Amanda giggled, "Mom, are you still going to work tomorrow? Letisia said that tomorrow is an important festival,"

"I won't go to work tomorrow, I'll spend Thanksgiving with you," Huang Jingping walked towards the house with her daughter in her arms, "Oh, that's great," Amanda shouted.

Leticia was already standing at the door and told Huang Jingping carefully about her preparations, "...The turkey has been filled and the pumpkin pie has been made,... It's enough to bake tomorrow,"

"Thank you, Letticia, for taking me to say hello to Suarez and Carlos,"

Those two "s" are Letisia's husband and son.

Such a festival naturally requires Leticia to have a holiday. She will come back early this afternoon, which will allow Leticia to reunite with her family earlier.

"Thank you, madam, oh, I also received a package from China today,"

…………

After opening the air express box, Huang Jingping immediately smelled the familiar smell. It was fried peanuts, some shells and some paste, and there was a large bag of dried sweet potatoes next to it. She was still fat and thin, with different lengths.

But this smell that only smells so appropriate is never bought in the store. "This is given to me by my mom."

But Amanda was not interested in her mother's affection at all. She saw a small box next to her at a glance, "Wow, my dad bought me a puppet,"

"Can you call dad later?"

"Okay! I want to know when my dad will be back," Amanda was quite interested.

"Will I take you to Chinatown tomorrow?"

"Okay," she agreed reluctantly.

That place is not fun, I don’t know why my mother always likes to go there when it comes to festivals.

…………

Los Gatus.

When Ma Ling returned home, the street lights were already on. When he heard the sound of cars, Nanny, a babysitter, walked out of the house and said softly, "Just just fell asleep,"

Ma Ling pushed open the door and saw that his son was sleeping soundly on the sofa with a small blue blanket wrapped around him.

"Have you had supper?"

“Eat lobster and pasta,”

"Thank you Jenny,"

"See you next week, Ms. Britt,"

Ma Ling put the briefcase on the ground, squatted on the ground, stared at his sleeping son for a while, and couldn't help but kiss him gently on his little face.

It took only a few minutes for her to finish the lobster and pasta that Jenny left for her, poured a glass of red wine, took the computer, sat next to her son, and started to work again.

Speaking of which, Huang Jingping has more to worry about than her, but she is the boss after all, and the main thing is to make decisions. But Ma Ling is just a director of youtube and a very important position. Although she also has a team under her, she still has to be responsible for some specific matters.

And it is still at an important node now.

As youtube influences Rilong, Hollywood is becoming more and more interested in it. Film companies of all sizes have seen the possible benefits of this platform to them.

But at the same time, this platform may also have a huge adverse impact on them. For example, some guys will always upload some movies to this website for free.

Speaking of which, many Hollywood film companies have dealt with youtube for the first time, hoping that they will remove these movies that have been uploaded for free, or other related video materials.

This is also the natural opposition between youtube and Hollywood: from its own perspective, youtube naturally hopes that the more movies you share to the website, the better, and this is exactly what those film companies are most taboo.

So the cooperation negotiations between these film companies and youtube are very complicated and trivial, and the progress is not very fast. All the problems in this area are finally summarized to Ma Ling. She has been very busy recently.

For example, now, her phone is kept flashing far away, and it is all called from related companies, including many people who want to ask her out for dinner under the name of work.

Young and beautiful female executives in emerging high-tech companies are naturally very attractive.

Ma Ling simply did not answer any calls related to work or irrelevant during her working hours.

This was also approved by Randolph. He is the only person in the Youtube and Netflix system who knows the relationship between Ma Ling and Feng Yiping. Oh, his secretary Susan may have some speculations.

But Susan never expected that Ma Ling was already Feng Yiping's son's mother.

The landline phone that was silent by nanny Jenny flashed. When she saw the area code in front, Ma Ling quickly grabbed the microphone, "Hi,"

She glanced at her sleeping son, touched her lips with her fingers, and quietly walked to the other side of the living room.

"Are you not asleep yet?" Feng Yiping's voice came from the other side.

"My son is asleep. I still have some things to deal with. Where are you now? How are you?"

"I'm going to sh tomorrow, I'm sorry I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you," Feng Yiping knew that Ma Ling and other native Americans would attach much importance to Thanksgiving.

"Tell me a happy holiday to my son. Why don't you take him back to Orlando and spend these days with John and the others?"

"I'm too lazy to run away," said Ma Ling.

John and the others had called, but Ma Ling was a little unhappy.

Just like during the Spring Festival in China, a girl only takes her children back to her parents' home, her parents' home is definitely welcome, but the girl is most likely not very happy.

"Okay, take your son for a few days to have fun, or just have a good rest at home," said Feng Yiping.

"Is your progress going smoothly?" Ma Ling asked.

Feng Yiping was going to stay in the country for so long this time, so he naturally told her about the work arrangements for this period.

"From the moment, all the preparations are in place and have met my requirements. But you know that even if some things are prepared well, there may still be unexpected troubles when you really start,"

“No matter how well prepared you are, you cannot guarantee that after you start, everything will develop in the direction you imagine.”

"That's someone else, you are Feng Yiping," Ma Ling said with a smile, "I believe that this time, you will be able to achieve your goal."

"Haha, I really have more confidence after hearing what you said,"

The senior executives in Nanjing looked at the young boss curiously and stood on the other side and made a phone call. It seemed that the other party must be one of the boss's closest people.

Why is it said to be one? Because the boss just hit one.

So, who will it be? They looked at Wu Qian.

Wu Qian was expressionless now.

…………

Ma Ling put down the phone and leaned over to kiss her son in the face, "Dad is calling," she said softly.

It was at this moment that she decided to take Vincent to Chinatown tomorrow, so that the little guy should see more of his compatriots with his father.

At this time, Feng Yiping was listening to the report of the person in charge of another key city, and had no idea what would happen tomorrow in San Francisco.

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Chapter completed!