Macy had long fallen asleep, probably because she was quite tired today, and was even snoring a bit.
Jacob had just finished showering and was preparing to go to bed.
However, at that moment, his phone suddenly popped up with two WhatsApp messages from Mira, one was a video material, and the other was a “miss you” emoji.
Jacob opened the video and was immediately drawn in by the first line: “What’s it like to spend 2.4 million on three beds?” The social media platform has a saying about the golden three seconds, which means if you can capture the audience’s attention in the first three seconds of a video, the chances of the video being successful increase significantly.
This is similar to the “golden three chapters” concept in online literature, where the beginning must be engaging.
And Mira’s video fit this golden three seconds perfectly; the opening line was very captivating, making you want to keep watching.
This little Mira was quite suitable for making short videos.
Jacob thought about just giving her his social media account to manage; after all, it was a new account registered for task purposes, and there was no privacy in it.
Then, he could just sit back and reap the benefits!
Yes, perfect!
Jacob felt this plan was feasible.
Just as he was about to discuss this matter with Mira, she sent another WhatsApp message.
This time it was a picture. Mira: “Mr. Jacob, the water heater at home is broken, and the water is really cold.”
Jacob glanced at the selfie sent by Mira and then looked at her accompanying message.
The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch. Very good, as expected of Mira! So, the cards are on the table, huh? No more pretending, right? Is it still “cold” now?? You send a photo like this, and you say it’s cold or hot, huh?? Clearly, this little Mira, who was brought into a new world by Jacob yesterday, is eager to continue exploring the wonders of this new world.
Otherwise, with her level of Tea Power at six segments, she couldn’t possibly be unaware of the consequences of sending such photos to a man in the middle of the night.
This is essentially a multiple-choice question: A, you go find her!
B, she comes to find you!
C, pretend to be cool!
D, kidney deficiency can immunize against this attack.
So, if it were you, what would you choose? Jacob first eliminated option D; he was strong enough, and there was no issue of deficiency.
Next, he ruled out option C. If it’s real, there’s no need; if it’s fake, then that would be purely a matter of having a problem with one’s brain!
So, after eliminating the two wrong options, only A and B remained.
And since Macy was still at home, Jacob couldn’t possibly make a trip for this little matter.
Thus, Jacob sent Mira a location: “I have something to discuss, face-to-face.”
Mira replied instantly: “Okay, Mr. Jacob.”
In fact, Mira had already put on her clothes to go out. Understanding little Mira knew that Jacob wouldn’t come to find her at this time with his daughter at home.
But she could deliver the goods to his door. The pictures she sent were actually asking Jacob if he needed a home service for advice.
She was all about being enthusiastic, proactive, and considerate, ready to respond at any time!
Such a good little sister, just asking if you need it!
About fifteen minutes later, Jacob received another message from Mira: “Mr. Jacob, I’m downstairs.”
Mira’s rented apartment was quite close to the GetFit Fitness Center, and Jacob’s place was also nearby.
So, it took Mira about ten minutes to drive over. However, upon arriving at this address, she was a bit confused. She had thought that even if Jacob didn’t live in Mimia Bay, he would be in some upscale community, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a resettlement community.
It must be an old house before development! Hmm, Mr. Jacob is really a sentimental person!
See, even if you have money and live in a resettlement community, people will still think you are sentimental!
So, this damn society, a rich person’s fart is fragrant.
Mira sat in the car without turning off the engine. The new generation of Mercedes-Benz GLC’s interior had already aligned with domestic brands, and the 12.3-inch LCD screen was quite pleasing to the eye.
No wonder Mercedes understands the modern people; while other joint venture brands were still mocking domestic brands for making refrigerators, color TVs, and big sofas, it had already taken the initiative to make changes.
After all, catering to consumer needs is the way to go; if you want it, I’ll give it to you!
Whether it’s useful or not doesn’t matter; if others have it, I must have it too.
Music was playing in the car. Although Mira was born in the 2000s, she quite liked listening to old songs, feeling that they had more flavor.
At this moment, the playlist randomly selected a song older than Mira, “Let Me Love You Enough.”
And with this old song released in ’89, Jacob, who was the same age as the song, appeared in Mira’s line of sight.
Little Mira’s lips curled into a shallow smile. Initially, she had approached Jacob for money, but after this period of contact, she had genuinely been attracted by the charm of this uncle.
He was emotionally stable, low-key, and despite having a fortune of billions, he didn’t flaunt or look down on others like some wealthy people. Moreover, Jacob’s personal image and temperament had visibly improved as he worked hard on fitness and weight loss.
He was simply the perfect uncle figure in the eyes of a young girl.
Mira got out of the car, jogged a couple of steps, and then directly threw herself into Jacob’s arms: “Mr. Jacob, actually, I missed you.”
She took the initiative to explain the reason for sending the selfie.
“Get in the car, let’s talk.”
Jacob hugged Mira and got into the car, asking her to drive to a secluded place.
This resettlement community had one advantage: most of the streetlights were broken, and at night, the park was pitch black, making it convenient to do some beneficial activities for body and mind under the cover of darkness.
On a sixth-floor balcony, a little boy who had slept too much during the day was stacking blocks. He inadvertently glanced down and saw a car dancing.
The little boy’s eyes widened in surprise; he had never seen a dancing car before, and it was so much fun.
“Dad, Dad, come look!”
“There’s a car dancing downstairs.”
The little boy called out loudly to his dad, who was lying on the sofa watching a dance video.
Hearing his son’s shout, the bald man, who was watching beautiful women dance, got up in confusion and went to the balcony. Following the direction of his son’s little finger, he indeed saw the dancing car.
The bald man raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit envious.
Damn, this Mercedes owner really knows how to have fun! “Dad, why doesn’t our car dance?”
The little boy asked curiously.
The bald man thought for a moment and replied, “Your mom won’t let it.”
“Huh?”
“Then I’ll go find mom.”
Saying that, the little boy dashed off to the bedroom.
The bald man watched his son’s back and muttered softly: “You’ll understand when you grow up.”
Before long, a middle-aged woman in pajamas was pulled to the balcony by the little boy. She had been very sleepy, but upon seeing the dancing car downstairs, she instantly perked up.
Thus, the three of them stood neatly on the balcony, watching the car dance.
However, after a while, the middle-aged woman’s expression turned resentful. She glanced at the bald man and quietly complained: “Look at them!”
When Jacob returned upstairs, Macy was still sound asleep.
In fact, Macy was quite easy to take care of; she could eat and sleep without being picky at all.
Her sleep quality was especially good; unlike some children who needed to be held or patted to sleep, Macy would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she rarely woke up in the middle of the night.
