It's hard to describe what it feels like.

When I woke up, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon. The quilt was soft and the room was warm and comfortable. In the vaguely, someone put something to her pillow, and then gently picked up her calf exposed on the quilt and pulled the quilt Cover it for her.

After doing this, the man went to the inside and closed the curtains, picked up the bathrobe thrown to the ground and put it in the bathroom. When he went out, the figure that was not tall was vaguely Jiaming.

The low blood pressure was always with her. It took a long time for these blurry pictures to become a concrete signal in her mind. She lay there quietly and laughed softly. After a while, she supported her body and sat up. The quilt slid off the silk-satin-like skin until the entire naked upper body was exposed in the air. Then she pulled the quilt gently, looking in the direction of the bathroom. Helping some bulging.

This bad guy ... his clothes have been changed in the bathroom while he was taking a bath, and now he also took the bathrobes, obviously he wanted to run around without clothes, for Jia Ming ’s This kind of prank, she smiled angrily and annoyed, but of course no one would see it at this time, it doesn't matter if you don't wear clothes. As she was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, she noticed what Jia Ming put beside the bed. At that moment, she realized that it was her own idiot's head that had complicated matters.

Neatly folded, the whole winter clothes from clothes to shoes and socks are placed next to her, I do n’t know when, the teenager who has made up with her in the car for one night has got up, and is still strange in this The town got these things, arranged everything she needed, and then quietly disappeared ...

Quiet room. Suddenly I felt very soft and warm in my heart, just as it only exists in memories now, and my mother was still in the perfect days and times. Since my mother left, I have never felt it ...

Dressed in clothes, shoes and socks, the woman standing in front of the dressing mirror was a light gray winter coat lined with yellow warm fleece, and a large hat behind the clothes looked very warm. The lower body is simple brown trousers and warm sneakers, and the whole dress is designed to wrap her thickly. Completely American-style and practical style, which does not highlight her slim figure. The relatively tall figure among the Orientals does not need to be prominent in the United States. Only the quiet and beautiful face has some room for display. ... this is how she thinks of herself, putting a few poss in front of the mirror,

Jiaming is all right. It's aesthetic ability ... just medium level ...

With such resentment, I knocked on the door of Jiaming's house, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened. He turned his head and walked downstairs, only to find that the family was already sitting at the coffee table on the first floor tomorrow, and had a good talk 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 just now. I called you for food and I asked her to send it right away."

"Um." Sit down at home with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"Er. About ... something in China, I heard ... Miss Zhang, are you a teacher?"

As soon as Ya Han came, Mike talked to her with some cramps, and Ya Han answered a few words at will, and the black man's speaking became fluent again, not long after. Jia Ming came over holding the plate and put the food in front of Ya Han. Then she sat down beside her.

"what's the topic?"

"Just talk about what you just talked about."

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

"What interest, aren't you talking about China?"

"Uh ..." Jia Ming froze, and then the men at the table smiled at each other. "That's right, that's right ... that's it, we just said you were a teacher, haha ​​..."

It's basically the same as the Mike Di question, but the laughter of the two is really weird. Ya Han originally only kept a polite attitude towards the black guy. At this time, because of Jia Ming, he looked at him a few more times. After the two saw the patrol, they buried their heads to eat: "I don't care what you say ... mysterious ..."

Probably because the topic was just too sensitive, now that Yahan is here, it is not suitable to continue talking. Jia Ming's personality has been deserted, especially Mike's attention is now on Ya Han, he is too lazy to find Superfluous topic, just turned to look at the snow scene outside the window. It turns out that these dark-skinned races who invented rap are relatively talkative. Mike casually looked for a few topics. Yahan felt Jia Ming's eyes glanced across his face, and occasionally he looked up and perfuncted two sentences, and the topic at the table was proud. carry on. Just eating, she felt a little depressed, according to this guy named Mike, if you let him take self

Ming went out to the town to see if he had to face the light bulb today. I was planning to find a reason to stay in the room with Jia Ming alone. There was a wind bell at the door. I saw it this morning. A white policeman came in, said hello to Mike here, and sat next to him with a glass of wine.

"Hi Velen, are you off?"

"Yeah, it's up to now." In the morning, they didn't take a close look at Yahan. Sitting at the opposite side at this time, the man couldn't help but look at Yahan a few times, and then said absently, "Watch the news ?"

"What?" Mike shrugged. "I've been busy all morning for some news."

"Last night New York was really exciting. It was almost the largest shooting battle ever. Three streets were blocked in Manhattan, and then there was a car chase for nearly an hour. A sports car ran rampant across New York City and then directly at the Washington Bridge. Rush out, um ... Mike, can you believe someone who can speed up more than 150 kilometers in New York in such weather? "

Perhaps there was also a cause for Ya Han's attention. He said it in an excited tone. Sure enough, Ya Han raised his head and looked at Jia Ming with a guilty conscience. His eyes looked like a curious baby who was absolutely harmless, waiting for the police to continue the matter. Mike also opened his mouth wide: "How can it be that only God can do such a thing, Yeah will destroy people!"

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"Then he is God." Velen spread his hands. "Followed by the situation of unknown enemies, the sports car not only successfully fled New York, but also killed a helicopter, twenty kilometers south. In the woods, we have now found the wreckage of the sports car and the helicopter on the roadside. The FBI from New York is still in the woods. Perhaps the driver has fled ... our side ... "

He spoke, turning his eyes to Jiaming and Yahan in doubt, and they looked at each other. Jiaming said, "No, you don't think we are?"

"Uh, this, you ..."

"Please, Velen, they are my friends." The black people on the side protested dissatisfied, "Although they also had some trouble ... Do you look like they can ride in New York? Do you think?"

Ya Han's appearance is absolutely gentle and feminine, and it is very affectionate. It doesn't look like a bad person. As for Jia Ming, it feels like a perfect expression of a concept: this guy can't do anything. . Velen glanced at them, and then laughed: "Oh, if you are, my advice to you is to never let the FBI send + lift the people into a gun battle, haha ​​..."

"Um." Jia Ming nodded like a decent head. "As long as you don't pull the gun, I promise I will only kill those FBIs."

Several people laughed together, and for a moment, the black man asked, "What's the matter? Is the mafia fighting?"

"It's not clear for the moment." Velen shook his head. "I'm just a small police officer. Where do I know so much, but the previous mafia rally didn't have such a scale, and this is New York, not Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s We said in the police station whether it was the Colombian drug lord or the Chinese triad. Those drug lords did have such a big hand and had no brains, but I do n’t think this matter is like a triad style. They prefer to work in secret. "

After talking about this for a while, the bell of the small hotel rang again. This time, three tall young black men came in. When we saw Velen and Mike sitting here, the head was wrinkled. Brows came, and the two stood up immediately.

"Hi ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Mike, it's really a surprise, are you back, then. Can I understand it this way ... now we can resolve the matter between us." He stood at the table with both hands. Holding her chest, her tall and sturdy body was very oppressive, her eyes could not help looking at the two outsiders on the other side, and she stayed on Yahan's face for a few seconds. But in the tone, there is no goodwill at all.

"Don't do anything. Gamor." Velen patted the table lightly. "You and Mike are only because of Jessica. Now Jessica is not following you or Mike. Your business is not over. ?"

"It has nothing to do with Jessica, it's a man-to-man thing," said Nagamore. "We have to have a solution to your problem. Will you get involved? Velen? As a policeman?"

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

"OK." The taller Gamore nodded and stood at the table. He looked like a godfather and pointed his finger at Mike. "You are a coward." Jia Ming tilted his head to the side and left it boringly. Skip the lips.