Hidden Assassin

It's hard to describe what that feels like.

When she woke up, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon. The bedding was soft and the room was warm and comfortable. Someone vaguely put something beside her pillow, and then gently picked up her calf that was exposed outside the bedding, and pulled up the quilt Cover for her.

After finishing this, the man went to the inside and closed the curtains, picked up the bathrobe thrown on the ground and put it in the bathroom. When he was about to go out, the not-so-tall figure was vaguely Jia Ming.

The problem of hypotension has always been with her, and it took a long time for these vague pictures to become concrete signals in her mind. She lay there quietly and smiled softly. After a while, she supported her body and sat up, the quilt slipped off her silky skin, until her entire naked upper body was exposed in the air, she gently pulled the quilt on, looked in the direction of the bathroom, her cheeks A little angry to help.

This scoundrel...his suit of clothes has been changed in the bathroom while taking a shower, and now he has also taken the bathrobe, obviously because he wants to run around without clothes on. As a prank, she smiled angrily and annoyed, but of course no one would see it at this time, and it didn't matter if she didn't wear clothes. Just as she was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, she also noticed what Jia Ming had put beside the bed. At that moment, she realized that it was her nympho head who made things complicated again.

Neatly folded, the whole set of winter clothes, from clothes to shoes and socks, was placed next to her. At some point, the boy who had spent the night in the car with her had already woke up, and he was in this unfamiliar place. The town got these things, arranged everything for her, and then disappeared quietly...

Quiet room. I suddenly felt very soft and warm in my heart, as if it only existed in memory now, the perfect time when my mother was still there, and I have never felt this feeling since my mother left...

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Putting on her clothes, shoes and socks, the woman standing in front of the changing mirror is wearing a light gray winter coat lined with warm yellow fluff, with a big hat on the back of the clothes, which looks very warm. The lower body is simple brown trousers and warm sneakers. The whole outfit is designed to wrap her up thickly. It is completely American-style and practical, and does not highlight her slender figure. There is no need to stand out in the United States for her relatively tall figure among oriental people. Only her quiet and beautiful face still has some room to show off. ...This is her view of herself, and she posed a few posses in front of the mirror,

Jia Ming is good at everything. It's the aesthetic ability...just average...

With such resentment in his heart, he went to knock on the door of Jiaming's room, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all. He curled his lips and turned to go downstairs, only to find that Jia Ming was already sitting at the coffee table on the first floor, having a good conversation with the black young man named Mike. Seeing her come down, he stood up and waved.

"Finally woke up. Mike was already waiting for you here just now. I ordered something to eat for you and asked her to bring it right away."

"Yeah." Smiling and sitting down in Jiaming's seat, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh. Some things about...China. I heard...Miss Zhang, are you a teacher?"

As soon as Yahan came, Mike began to talk to her a little awkwardly, Yahan answered a few words casually, and the black young man's speech became fluent again, after a while. Jiaming came over with a plate and put the food in front of Yahan. Then sat down beside her.

"what's the topic?"

"Just talk about what you just talked about."

Jiaming's eyes widened: "No, you are also interested in that thing?"

"What are you interested in? Aren't you guys talking about China?"

"Uh..." Jia Ming was taken aback for a moment, and then the men at both ends of the dining table looked at each other and smiled, "That's right, that's right...that's it, we just said you are a teacher, hehe..."

What they said was basically the same as Mike's question, but the laughter of the two was really weird. Originally, Yahan only kept a polite and perfunctory attitude towards this black boy. At this time, because of Jia Ming, he looked at him a few more times, and after the two of them saw Xun Yu, they buried their heads in eating: "I don't care what you say... mysterious..."

Probably because the topic just now was too sensitive, now that Yahan is here, it is not suitable to talk about it. Jiaming's personality is deserted, especially when Mike's attention is on Yahan at this time, he is too lazy to look for it. There was no need to talk about it, but I just turned my head to look at the snow scene outside the window. Facts have proved that these black-skinned races who invented rap are relatively talkative. Mike picked up a few topics at random, and Yahan felt Jiaming's gaze passing over his face, and occasionally raised his head to make a few perfunctory sentences. continue. Just eating, she felt a little depressed. According to what this guy named Mike said, if he takes his own

Ming went to play outside the small town, wouldn't he have to face this light bulb all day today, and was planning to find some reason to stay in the room alone with Jiaming, when there was a wind chime at the door, the one I saw this morning A white policeman also came in, greeted Mike here, and then sat next to him with a glass of wine.

"Hi Velen, are you off work?"

"Yeah, it's up to now." In the morning, he didn't look at Yahan and the two very carefully, but sitting across from each other, this person couldn't help but glanced at Yahan, and then said absently, "I'm watching the news." ?"

"What?" Mike shrugged, "I've been busy all morning, what news are I watching?"

"Last night in New York was a thrill, almost the largest shootout ever, blocked three streets in Manhattan, followed by a car chase for nearly an hour, a sports car rampage all over New York City, and then went straight to the Washington Bridge. Come out, tsk tsk...Mike, can you believe that there is someone who can reach a speed of more than 150 kilometers in New York in this weather?"

Perhaps there was also a reason for Yahan's attention. He said this in an excited tone. Sure enough, Yahan raised his head and looked at Jiaming with a guilty conscience. Jiaming's eyes widened. Eyes, looking like a curious baby who is absolutely harmless to humans and animals, waiting for the police to continue the story. Mike also opened his mouth wide: "How is it possible, only God can do such a thing, Jesus will crash and die!"

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"Then he is God." Velen spread his hands, "I don't know how many enemies followed behind, that sports car not only managed to escape from New York, but also killed a helicopter, just 20 kilometers to the south. In the woods, we have now found the wreckage of the sports car and the wreckage of the helicopter on the side of the road. The FBI who came from New York is still in the woods. Maybe the driver has escaped... Our side ...".

As he was talking, he turned his eyes to Jia Ming and Ya Han suspiciously, and the two looked at each other, Jia Ming said: "No, you don't think it's us?"

"Uh, this, you..."

"Please, Villen, they are my friends." The black man on the side protested dissatisfiedly, "Although they have encountered some troubles... Do you think they look like people who can race in New York? Do you think so?"

Yahan's appearance is absolutely gentle and soft, lovable, and she doesn't look like someone who does bad things. As for Jiaming, it feels like a perfect expression of a concept: this guy can't do anything . Velen glanced at them, and then laughed too: "Hehe, if it was you, my advice to you is to never let the fbi send +.. people who lift the plane get into a shootout, haha..."

"Yeah." Jia Ming nodded decently, "As long as you don't draw your gun, I guarantee that I will only kill those FBIs."

Several people laughed together. After a while, the black man asked, "What's the matter? Is the mafia fighting?"

"I don't know for the time being." Velen shook his head, "I'm just a police officer, so I don't know so much, but the mafia fights in the past were not on such a scale, and this is New York, not Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s. , We said in the police station, whether it is the Colombian drug lords or the Chinese triads. Those drug lords do have such a big hand, and they have no brains, but I don’t think this matter is the style of the triads. They prefer to do things in the dark."

After talking about this matter for a while, the wind chime of the small hotel rang again. This time, three tall young black men came in. When they saw Velen and Mike sitting here, the leader frowned. Brow walked over, and the two of them immediately stood up.

"Hey, Mike, it's a surprise. Are you back? Then, can I understand that... Now we can settle the matter between us." He stopped by the table, with his hands folded on his chest, tall The strong body can give people a sense of oppression, and he couldn't help looking at the two outsiders on the other side, and stayed on Yahan's face for a few seconds. But in the tone, there is no kindness at all.

"Don't make trouble, Gamol." Velen patted the table lightly, "The matter between you and Mike is only because of Jessica, now Jessica is neither following you nor Mike, your matter is not over yet ?"

"This has nothing to do with Jessica, it's a matter between men." Nagamore said, "Our matter must be resolved. Do you want to intervene? Villen? As a policeman?"

"If you like." Velen didn't take a step back.

"Okay." The tall Jia Moore nodded, stood by the table, pointed at Mike like a godfather, and paused every word, "You are a coward." Jia Ming turned his head to one side and looked away in boredom. pouted. .