The Atlanta train station can be said to be crowded with people at this time.
The train carriage was basically full of people at this time.
"Hahahaha, yes, that's what happened." A young man held a stack of playing cards and played cards with his three friends, laughing from time to time. "Daniel was... haha, just five seconds.
Just...hahahaha..."
"Jack, you really don't talk about anything."
"It's not Daniel himself..."
At this moment, Melty, who was carrying her daughter Melias, passed by the four people and walked to the front left position.
The man named Jack who was holding playing cards was stunned for a moment and looked ahead. Then, he patted the man sitting next to him: "Hey, hey, look, that woman..."
Having said this, he formed his hands into a circle and then moved them towards his chest.
"Hahahaha..." Jack began to laugh lewdly while doing this action.
"Jack, you boy," said the man sitting next to him, "what are you planning."
Jack squeezed the playing card in his hand tightly and said: "Looking at her suitcase, I know it is definitely not a short trip and she will not get off early. I will try to strike up a conversation later..."
"Hey hey hey, you're not okay with that, are you?"
"Hmph, I'm sure I can get her mobile phone number, or her Twitter and Facebook account. What, believe it or not, do you dare to bet with me?"
At this time, Melty was carrying her suitcase and was about to put it on the shelf above. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a bowler hat sitting opposite her stood up and moved her suitcase to the top.
"Thank you." Melty said to the middle-aged man, "Sorry to trouble you."
"No trouble." The middle-aged man looked at her and Melias beside her and said, "Are you going to Washington?"
"Yes."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Me too."
Melty nodded, but said nothing more, and seemed not to want to say anything more to the middle-aged man.
Then, she said to Melias: "Melias, please sleep for a while."
Then, she leaned back slightly and closed her eyes.
Obviously, she does not intend to continue the conversation with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled, took out a book from his bag, and started reading.
The train slowly departed from Atlanta and headed north in the direction of Washington. In more than ten hours, it will arrive at Washington 13th Street Station.
Of course... the premise is that the train goes smoothly and does not cause any problems.
At this time, Jack was still staring at Melty and Melias' seats.
Bob, the companion next to Jack, said: "Jack, you have talked to many girls before, but the situation today is different. You are not alone now..."
"That's right, I bet you'll be in trouble. Mobile phone number and Twitter account? You might not even be able to ask for their name."
"Damn, you guys look down on me so much?"
Jack's stubborn temper suddenly rose. He suddenly pulled out a stack of cards and threw them on the table.
"King Zha!"
Then, Jack straightened his hair and said, "Okay, now it's up to me."
"No, are you serious?"
Everyone was confused.
"You take advantage of the moment to place your bets and see if I can ask for the other person's name."
"How about waiting for a while. It looks like they are asleep?"
"Am I unable to tell whether I am asleep or not? The blonde is not asleep and is pretending to be asleep, but the other one is really asleep."
"The two of them look like mother and daughter, right?"
"Whatever," Jack quickly stood up, picked up a can of beer on the table, and was about to walk over to take a look.
It can be said that he has no resistance to the graceful blonde girl, and now, naturally, it is impossible to let go.
He moved over quickly, then unscrewed the ring of the beer can, and then thought that he would pretend to accidentally spill the beer on the other party. If the beer spilled on the other party's white clothes, it would definitely be very eye-catching.
In this way, you can at least get the other party's mobile phone number.
Once the mobile number is obtained, it becomes less difficult to continue to obtain the other party’s social account.
Jack had basically planned it. Then he moved forward step by step.
Not long after, he arrived in front of the other party's seat, then he pretended to stumble and was about to spill the beer, but was held up by the middle-aged man.
"Sir, are you okay?"
At this time, most of the beer spilled on the ground, and a small amount of it spilled on the middle-aged man.
"I..." Jack was immediately annoyed, but in this case, his plan would not be possible again.
"Be careful when you walk." The middle-aged man said, "Okay?"
"All right……"
Jack finally returned to his seat angrily, and his three friends were all laughing.
"Jack, I think your funny performance just now was even more ridiculous than Daniel's five seconds."
"It's okay, it's okay. Come on, let me drink this beer for you." Bob handed a can of beer to Jack and said, "Why, you still haven't given up? Are you still thinking of taking action?"
Jack grabbed the beer can and said, "I feel like that man saw what I wanted to do. His eyes seemed to be telling me that he knew what I was thinking and asked me to put away my thoughts.
.”
"No way?"
"When I passed by, he was reading a book. His eyes were fixed on the book and he didn't look at me at all. But when I fell, he immediately helped me up. This is really strange."
The middle-aged man was still holding his book. He checked it and luckily no beer was spilled on the book.
Although the sky was getting dark, luckily the lights inside the train were bright and he could still see clearly.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
The middle-aged man answered the phone.
"Anna."
The middle-aged man looked very calm.
"When will you arrive in Washington?"
"It's almost there. It should arrive early tomorrow morning."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Stop delaying, come back and sign the divorce agreement right away." The voice on the other end of the phone was very cold, "I will not give you the custody of my daughter.
Everything else can be discussed. I must raise my daughter myself. You can visit her once a week. Of course, the premise is that you pay alimony."
"We swore at the wedding that only death can separate us."
"Save it, Chris." A sneer came from the other end of the phone: "Do you really believe that there will be undying love? Well, you have to sign the divorce agreement this time no matter what. We have been married for many years, and I
I don’t want to get to the point of going to court with you, and you don’t want your daughter to be forced by the judge to ask you to choose a life between the two of us, right?”
The middle-aged man clutched his cell phone tightly, but his expression remained calm.
"Just because of John's death? Just because our son died, are you going to divorce me? Are you going to take our daughter away?"
"What does 'just because' mean? Chris, how did you say such a thing? It's all your fault. You didn't believe John in the first place. Why, do you want me to repeat to you how John died?"
What did you do when he was in the most pain? Yes, he smoked marijuana, fought and skipped classes, but he was not someone who would rape others. You would rather believe others than your son's words. You are just like everyone else.
It's a bastard."
"It's not that I don't believe him..."
"You are just doubting him! You don't say anything, but your eyes reveal your thoughts. Is it because he smokes marijuana? It's because he was led astray by people in the same grade, and you never cared about him!"
"Is drug use something that can be dismissed lightly with just a bad word? Anna? I said at the beginning that he must quit marijuana, but you said that it is a drug with low addictiveness and can be quit. And
Most of the people in the school are smoking. Marijuana is the inducer of many drugs. Once addicted, many drug addicts will do anything... Just because he is our son, I should protect him unconditionally without considering it.
Is it possible that he committed the crime?"
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. When I return to Washington, I will contact my lawyer directly and he will give you the agreement. If you don't sign, we will go to court. I hope that on the anniversary of John's death next year, I can still go with you to pay
He sweeps his grave. Otherwise, I would rather move his grave so that you can never find him!"