Threads fell one after another, and soft music flowed from the cafe next to the supermarket.
"I just arrived here not long ago, and I haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet. I originally wanted to rest first and dress up before looking for you tomorrow, but I didn't expect to meet you like this." Looking at Jiaming, the blond Marilyn said with a smile. She is as soft as ever, just like a woman from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Of course, it is the ancient Jiangnan, not the modern Jiangnan.
"According to our time here, you should have booked your flight at around 7 o'clock last night, arrived in Beijing in the morning, then transferred over, and booked a VIP room at the Huajing Hotel. This time, you came here with Mr. Joseph, right? ."
After taking a sip of fresh orange juice, Jia Ming casually told them their itinerary. Marilyn opened her eyes slightly in surprise, with a heartfelt smile in her eyes: "Well, you...have been looking at us? "
"It's almost the 21st century. Computers can do a lot of things, especially in the United States... Do you know? Your affairs have been registered with the FBI. It's a bit scary. This time you are coming to China again, so it's considered... It was a big event, and they reported it to the superiors immediately. By the way, I even saw Heidi’s winning photos from several singing competitions.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Heidi, who was eating ice cream. As a mixed-race child, the little girl did not inherit her mother's blond hair. Instead, she had satin-like black hair that felt very tactile. Feeling the pressure of his palm, the little girl He shook his head impatiently, stuffed his cheeks with ice cream, and glared at him viciously.
"Not polite! A gentleman would not touch a lady's hair casually!"
Heidi was very angry and the consequences were serious.
Unfortunately, no one in front of him seemed to have enough understanding of the seriousness of this situation. Jia Ming just smiled, his palm still resting on the little head that was trying hard to please him, while Marilyn looked at him warily. He looked around a few times and said worriedly: "It won't...bring you any trouble, will it?"
"Don't worry, if we were in the United States, there might be a possibility of being monitored, but this is China, and the FBI is not that powerful. The most important thing is, I'm just a prostitute." Jiaming slapped her pink cheeks hatefully. , pinched before letting go, making Heidi very angry. Damn it, after three years of not seeing each other, he has become so hateful! He is not gentle at all. It’s a pity that I still think about him often in the United States, hum!
After listening to Jiaming's words, Marilyn also felt relieved. Looking at the little friction between him and Heidi, she smiled and said: "Heidi often talked to me about you in New York. She misses you very much. Of course... …Me too."
"Nonsense, I don't! I just want... Chinese marshmallows!" Heidi retorted angrily. The two people next to her both smiled. After a moment of pause, Marilyn changed the language from English to Chinese, which was obviously not very good. I hope Heidi knows this: "After returning to China, I participated in some family affairs. Of course, it had nothing to do with the mafia. I was involved in some relatively clean business of the family, because these things were basically handled by Joseph before. , so I serve as one of his assistants, well, I think you know this."
"Of course, you have done a great job in the past two years."
Marilyn smiled sweetly, reached out to fiddle with a strand of blond hair on her forehead, and raised her eyebrows: "Then... I think you will also know that Joseph is pursuing me. In the family... well, I mean my father's side, too. Hope I can marry him, of course, just a suggestion..."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiaming with a smile in her eyes. She saw Jiaming take a sip of fresh orange juice and nodded with a smile: "In the FBI file, here is Gao, your father came here three years ago.
The man who picked you up and followed you should be him. This shows that he has a very high position in your family, and I probably know that he has already started pursuing you as early as seven or eight years ago. He seems to be a good person.
A man, if you like..."
"I don't like it." He rolled his eyes softly, "I want to tell you this myself."
Jiaming leaned on the back of his chair: "Have you decided to think about that man until your death? Although it's understandable, I find it very boring."
"I forgot about Don." Marilyn stated with a smile: "Now I just want to watch Heidi grow up in peace, and... I have made a promise to you."
"Oh." Jiaming whistled, and he naturally remembered the promise, "No matter whether you are mine or not, I will always be yours", "As long as you are in need, I will come to you immediately" and so on.
Although he didn’t really care, as a man, facing the mature and beautiful woman in front of him, he would still feel an unspeakable huge temptation. At this time, Heidi protested: “Not polite! My Chinese has just begun.
"Study, you are not allowed to speak in Chinese."
Marilyn shrugged, smiled apologetically, and turned back to English: "In order not to arouse others' suspicion in the past two years, we don't know what you are doing or where you live now. Gu, what should we do?
Found you?"
Hearing this, Heidi stopped venting over the ice cream, put down her spoon and said, "Why don't you go to the hotel with us? Then why don't Mommy and I go to your house?"
When the two were hunted three years ago, they lived in the house left by Jiaming's parents for nearly a month without leaving the house. But now the mother and daughter can be considered the focus of attention, so naturally they can no longer live there.
Where to go? Marilyn explained. Jiaming looked at the time and smiled: "That's not the case."
And it’s late now, so I should go back, so let’s have a good night and I’ll come find you tomorrow, okay?”
"You...but we have only met for a while..." Heidi looked at him, her eyes almost turning red. After sitting there for so long, she was getting angry, "Don't lie to me!" Although Marilyn just ordered
He nodded and said nothing, but his eyes were still fixed on Jiaming, with a complicated expression.
The mother and daughter may not feel good about saying goodbye after a simple meeting. They bid farewell at the door of the coffee shop. The mother and daughter held an umbrella and walked back to the hotel not far away. Jiaming got on the bus.
, and return in the direction of Sacred Heart College.
It was already six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was getting dark. Shasha had probably cooked at home. However, Lingjing was rehearsing at school these days, so she had to cook the food herself. When she walked downstairs, the door of the video game room was crowded.
It was full of people. On one side were young residents led by Ah Qiang and Ah Shui, and on the other side were more than a dozen members of the Yongsheng Gang. They were swearing and confronting each other, completely blocking the entrance to the stairs. Jiaming sighed and started
Separate the crowd and walk in: "Sorry, let me in, let me in, thank you, let me in, thank you..."
Carrying two bags of things bought from the supermarket, Jia Ming fiddled with the crowd in front of him. Two people from the Yongsheng Gang got out of the way impatiently, but the third man was dancing and yelling, waving his right hand violently, and the back of his hand
He immediately took a photo of a glass can bought by Jiaming, and immediately turned his head: "Let's let's let's let's... Let's get your mother, boy, what do you want to do?"
"Uh, sorry..."
Jiaming raised the bag in his hand and was about to defend himself when Aqiang shouted: "Why the hell are you so arrogant? Do you know that good dogs don't block the way? He lives here... Jiaming, you go in. I
Let’s see who of you dares to touch him!”
"Yeah, who of you fucking dares to touch him and try it..."
In the eyes of these people, Jia Ming has always been an upright and honest man. For a moment, the people behind him roared. After all, the number of people in the Yongsheng Gang was not large enough. They were frightened and suffocated. Jia Ming carried the bag and took the opportunity to get out of the crowd.
He passed through: "Thank you, thank you..."
Go upstairs and open the door, you can hear the two sides below yelling at each other in a bluff way. This kind of fight is probably not possible. Yongsheng's gang has few people, so he doesn't dare to hit people at will. And the people here are here after all, and they don't want to fight.
Things were so noisy. When I walked into the door, I smelled the aroma of cooking. Shasha was watching TV in the living room and asked: "What's wrong? You're back so late? Haha, there's a big fuss down there. You said you would?"
Aren’t you going to start a fight?”
"Sorry, I was delayed because I met two acquaintances. Hehe, those fools below can't fight, don't worry. By the way, why did Lingjing get home so early? Didn't you rehearse today?" Jia Ming smiled while putting down the bag.
He said.
"Shh." Shasha rolled her eyes and gestured to the kitchen, raised her index finger to her mouth, making a silent gesture, "Don't talk about rehearsals, Lingjing is in a bad mood, huh, those guys at school... and
Tan Suyan, I have to argue with them tomorrow!"
"What's wrong?"
Just as she was wondering, Lingjing, who was wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen with a vegetable bowl, raised her head and smiled: "Jia Ming is back, ready to eat." But the smile was a bit forced. After saying that, she turned around and went back to the kitchen, home.
Ming quickly followed.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing……"
"Stop lying, tell me, and I'll help you settle it, eh?"
She reached out and pulled Lingjing's shoulder, but Lingjing still shook her head: "No need..." When she walked to the gas stove, her body was hugged by Jiaming from behind: "I don't necessarily want to interfere with your privacy.
But we are a family. Although we are still young, I am your husband and you are my wife. I don’t want to see you unhappy. Can you tell me? Is it because of the performance? "
"I...wow..." After listening to Jiaming's words and leaning on his shoulder, Lingjing finally couldn't help crying in a low voice. After a while, she whispered, "Jiaming, they said I jumped
If I don't do well, I won't be allowed to dance... Tan Suyan, who is in third grade, is leading the dance now. Jiaming, I have been rehearsing for so long, and Miss Fang even said personally that I dance well, how could they do this..."
"Wha, what? It's only more than a week before the performance, and they actually changed people?" Jiaming frowned and said in disbelief. Indeed, when it comes to dancing, Tan Suyan is indeed much more professional than Lingjing, but with Jiaming
From a personal perspective, Lingjing has a spirituality that no one else can match, whether playing the piano or dancing. Of course, he may have selfish motives and is not objective enough. However, Lingjing’s efforts during this period are well known to everyone, and it is not based on dance.
It is really hard to understand that something like this happened at this time for a super professional performance.
Could it be... that Dongfang Lu did something deliberately because his pursuit of Lingjing failed... It doesn't look like...
"It must be Tan Suyan's secret relationship." Shasha said bitterly at the door of the kitchen, "She can't beat me in the volleyball team. She knows that Lingjing is my best friend, so she did this deliberately. It is said that the student union is responsible for this
The dancer is very close to her, and the teacher in charge of dance is also related to her. The student council president named Dongfang Lu even argued for Lingjing, but in the end, I don’t know why, but she still made such a decision. It’s so disgusting
, I have to ask clearly tomorrow to see what explanation they can come up with!"