Hidden Assassin

Zhou's bonfire was burning, and the crowd fell into an indescribable silence. After a burst of silence, they burst into laughter. At this time, only from the horrified eyes of everyone, it can be understood that this silence will obviously not have that kind of follow-up effect At this time, Mike and Jia Moore, who were lying on the ground, looked up at the figure of the young man. Behind Jia Ming, Shirley, who was kneeling on the ground holding his clothes, hadn't stood up yet, covering her mouth with one hand, Looking ahead at the big iron box and the sundries that kept collapsing, he murmured: "od..."

"Cough...cough..."

After a long while, only the sound of coughing came from the workshop where everyone was breathing. Turning her head, Yahan stared blankly at this side, coughing lightly, while rubbing her chest—she choked on saliva.

Standing there, Jia Ming took a deep breath, with a faint smile on his face.

From the point of view of ordinary people, it is a very vanity-satisfying thing to be stared at by so many people with surprise or awe, nana speechless, but for Jae Ming, such Vanity can only bring a faint sense of powerlessness, so he picked up Xue Li behind him and patted her on the shoulder: "You played well, keep working hard." He walked towards Yahan.

On the opposite side, Yahan patted her chest and stared at him blankly, her smiling eyes were a little surprised, a little novel, she knew Jiaming's power before, but she had never seen him reach such a level when he really made a move. inhuman degree.

Gently, he took her hand.

"Uh, you..."

"We should go."

"Huh? Where are you going..."

"leave here."

No one spoke around, but when the two walked out of the factory holding hands, the people in front subconsciously gave way. When passing by Mike, Yahan turned her head, smiled and waved her hand to express her thanks and goodbye. Before long, the two of them disappeared into the snow-covered world under the eyes of everyone...

Leaving the small town, they spent a night in tents in the nearby snow-covered mountains and forests that night. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, or even any artificial traces, they cleared away the snow in the forest, and then lit a bonfire. twinkling stars.

With Jiaming's rich knowledge of wild life, everything has been prepared in advance. This night was not cold. Of course, due to Yahan's physical problems, the two just hugged each other and slept all night. the next day. The two returned to New York, and the whole city was already filled with the warm atmosphere of Christmas.

Due to the snow stop, the flight that was originally grounded has restarted at this time, but the limelight is still in the United States temporarily. Castro has just died. If you take the plane, there is no guarantee that Zhuang will risk being fully suppressed by the US government. Do something out of the ordinary. Yanhuang Awakening made the arrangements for going home. During this day, the two spent a day shopping in the most prosperous shops in downtown New York. At night, Yanhuang Awakening has arranged for an ocean-going freighter to secretly return home in the form of smuggling. At around nine o'clock in the evening, Jiaming and Yahan temporarily broke up and drove to the Salier Manor alone.

Cross the wall, sneak through the heavily guarded small square and garden, and sneak into the second floor of the villa. Originally, everything in the room he stayed in was as it was yesterday, even the bedding was messy, and it still kept the appearance when he left more than two days ago.

Pushing open the window, passing through the room, and entering the corridor inside the villa, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol, the sound of the TV series could be faintly heard, and the heating seemed to be a little insufficient. At the corner of the stairs in the corridor, the lights in the living room below are off, but the TV is on. The light shone brightly and dimly on some areas in the living room, and then he saw Marilyn on the sofa.

In the flickering light of the TV, he walked over silently. Wearing a thin nightgown, the blond woman seemed to be curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Western women are prone to aging. Many women will quickly become bloated after giving birth. Even if it is not too obvious, the waistline will often be larger than others, and after entering the age of 30, wrinkles and spots will appear on the face The generation of skin and the relaxation of skin are much faster than that of oriental people. However, perhaps related to life experience, these symptoms of aging did not appear in Marilyn's body.

After her thirtieth birthday, her skin is still as smooth and delicate as a girl's, her waist is slender, her legs are slender and sexy, her breasts are plump but not bloated. When she was more than ten years old, she gave birth to Heidi for Tang Jingyao. Since then, she has been living a lonely and lonely life in the United States. In the past few years after being rescued by Jia Ming in 1995, she began to contact the outside world. While the whole person becomes mature and independent, the body maintains the vitality like a girl. But at this moment, it seems that this still sexy and alluring body has a haggardness that has never been seen before, as if it is dead.

The nightgown was a bit messy, and the smell of alcohol permeated the surroundings. She lay there curled up, frowning tightly in her sleep, with her blonde hair messily scattered around her side. When Jia Ming approached, her left hand resting on the edge of the sofa shook slightly. Trembling, bang, a wine bottle fell to the ground, and half of the bottle of wine flowed out wantonly, soaking the surrounding carpet. There was a coffee table in front, and there were several whiskey bottles that had been drunk.

Walking over to pick up the wine bottle and put it on the coffee table, he squatted in front of the sofa and watched her sleeping. This was the first time he saw such a scene from her.

I remember more than three years ago, in Jianghai, after Tang Jingyao died, she wanted to commit suicide, but he stopped her. That should be the most painful moment in her life, but after that, she chose to seduce a child to forget all these things Painful, and even then he had never seen her become what she was today.

Perhaps just as love cannot be the guarantee of staying together for a lifetime, responsibility and accommodation can make people grow old together, so they lose the sustenance of the soul and reflect on each other.

It is even more sad to fall in love. Three years ago, he saw a silk-like woman whose sustenance could not survive. He thought that this silk would become mature later. At least it will reduce a certain sense of dependence, but now it seems that this silk plant has become more dependent and hopeless...

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He seldom sighed, because few things would make him truly feel helpless, but at this moment, he finally sighed softly, and it was hard to tell what it was like in his heart. Before her eyes, Marilyn tightened her body again. Trembling slightly. Jia Ming stood up, found the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room, and turned the temperature up. When he turned around, the figure on the sofa sat up at some point, staring at him like a ghost. .

Jia Ming wasn't too surprised, but over there, he seemed to be confirming whether what was in front of him was an illusion. For a while, neither side spoke. For a moment, Marilyn suddenly turned her head to one side, and vomited with a wow sound. The smell of alcohol and sour smell permeated the living room. Jia Ming picked up the small trash can and walked over, then patted her on the back.

The overwhelming vomiting lasted for about half a minute, and she regained her breath a little. Marilyn turned her head and said, "You, really..." Immediately, the napkin that Jia Ming held to wipe her mouth blocked her words.

"I still have a few hours to leave the United States, come and see you."

Jia Ming said lightly, and after a while of silence, Marilyn said as if she was about to cry, "I'm sorry..."

"No. It was actually my fault for not explaining last time...you are right..."

Marilyn shook her head haggardly, her thoughts were still a little confused, as if she didn't know how to answer: "Heidi...Heidi fell asleep, I coaxed her for a long time... finally fell asleep, I just... I will ask her to come down. You wait for her, you must see her... She has been crying for more than a day..."

She struggled to get up, but then fell down weakly, Jia Ming shook his head: "Later, don't worry." He stretched out his hand to hug her, at this moment, Marilyn smelled of alcohol and vomited a little Things splashed on the nightdress, smelling like a beggar or a drunkard living in a dark alley in New York. When carrying her upstairs, Marilyn tightly strangled Jiaming's arm with both hands. As if he could disappear at any moment. Muttering in his mouth: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"You seem to have become heavier." Jia Ming joked.

Entering Marilyn's room, Jiaming walked into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water, but when he was about to put her down, Marilyn shook her head as if frightened: "You need to take a hot bath, Don't worry, I won't leave."

Marilyn still held his hand stubbornly, looked at him and said softly, "You wash it for me."

For the two of them, this is not a taboo thing. Jia Ming put her in hot water, took off her wet nightgown and underwear, picked up a bath towel and scrubbed her body, when he smiled "I've never done this kind of thing for anyone except Heidi, and you're not a child." Then Marilyn began to scrub herself, but she still let him accompany her.

At this time, she was weak and drunk, and when she stood up, she was staggering, steaming, and she was in a trance. After finally taking a bath, Jia Ming wrapped her whole body in a big bath towel and hugged her on the bed. After curling up beside him for a long while, Marilyn asked weakly, "Do you still want me?"

"Well, more land."

This unhesitating answer reassured her, her completely naked body was wrapped in a large bath towel, she leaned against Jia Ming tightly, curled up beside him. Although Jiaming's appearance looks like a teenager, she is already a fully mature and independent woman. However, there may be few shots that can express the concept of the word "niaoyirenyiren" in a contrasting manner. I said a few words on the bed, and when it came to Heidi, Jia Ming waved to the door: "Come in."

The door of the room was gently opened, and what appeared there was a little girl with her head down, her face full of panic and haggardness, her fingers were gently pulling the corner of her clothes, there seemed to be tears on her face, maybe she was trying to make a move The softness of her was not noticed, she didn't wear shoes, and her small bare feet were rubbing helplessly.

After hesitating for a moment, she timidly entered the room. Marilyn subconsciously sat upright, pulled the towel on her body, and left the house for a while. However, Heidi did not rush towards Jiaming as usual, but bypassed Jiaming, climbed onto the bed, and sat beside her mother. Marilyn reached out and hugged her.

Gently touching Heidi's head, Jiaming laughed: "I don't dislike you, but there are some things that you are too young to understand."

"sorry……"

"I said, I don't dislike you."

"You don't like me, you like mom." The girl muttered softly, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness in her resentful tone, "I can't grab her..."

Not knowing how to answer this kind of question, Marilyn could only hug her daughter speechlessly, and looked at Jia Ming with flustered eyes, but Jia Ming smiled: "I don't tell children these things, you are also dirty. , go take a hot bath, I still have two hours, before that, I will help you get some food."

He said as he got out of bed, then walked out of the corridor, and closed the door with his backhand. The mother and daughter on the bed looked at the closed door, and Marilyn said softly: "Go take a shower." Heidi nodded, got off the bed, and then But there was a sudden pull. Amidst Marilyn's soft cry, she dragged a large towel and ran into the bathroom, closing the door with a bang.

Sitting naked on the bed, Marilyn didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed, or worried about her daughter. After a while, she had no choice but to get out of bed weakly and find clothes in the closet to put on. In the bathroom, Little Heidi was holding the bath towel, with a mischievous smile on her face, but tears were already streaming down her face. For a moment, she bit the thick bath towel, trembling, and weeping silently. The body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down...