When she woke up, it was probably around three o'clock in the afternoon. The quilt was soft and the room was warm and comfortable. Someone vaguely placed something on her pillow, then gently picked up her exposed calf and pulled up the quilt.
Cover her up.
After doing this, the man went inside and closed the curtains, picked up the bathrobe thrown on the ground and put it into the bathroom. When he was about to go out, the figure who was not tall was vaguely Jiaming.
The problem of low blood pressure has always been with her. It took a long time for these vague images to become concrete signals in her mind. She lay there quietly and smiled softly. After a while, she supported her body
Sitting up, the quilt slid down from her silky skin until her entire naked upper body was exposed to the air. Then she gently pulled up the quilt and looked in the direction of the bathroom, her cheeks bulging with anger.
This bad guy... his clothes had already been changed in the bathroom while taking a shower, and now he also took the bathrobe over. He clearly wanted to let himself run around without clothes. For Jiaming's
It was a prank, and she smiled angrily and annoyedly, but of course no one would see it at this time, so it didn't matter if she wasn't wearing clothes. Just as she was about to lift the quilt and get out of bed, she also noticed that Jiaming was lying beside the bed.
At that moment, she realized that it was her crazy mind that made things complicated again.
Neatly folded, a 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 gotten up, and was in this relatively unfamiliar place.
The town got these things, arranged everything she needed, and then quietly disappeared...
The quiet room suddenly felt very soft and warm in my heart, as if it only existed in memories now, the perfect years when my mother was still there, a feeling I had never felt since my mother left...
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After putting on clothes, shoes and socks, the woman standing in front of the dressing mirror has a light gray upper body, a winter coat lined with yellow warm fluff, and a big hat on the back of the clothes, which makes her look very warm. Her lower body is simple brown.
Trousers and warm sneakers, the whole outfit is designed to wrap her up thickly. It is completely American practical style, which cannot highlight her slender figure. The relatively tall figure among Asians is not available in the United States.
It is necessary to stand out, but her relatively quiet and beautiful face still has some room to show off... This is her opinion of herself, and she placed a few POSS in front of the mirror,
Jiaming is good at everything. But his aesthetic ability is only average...
With such resentment in mind, I knocked on the door of Jiaming's room, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. I curled my lips and turned around to go downstairs, only to find that Jiaming was already sitting at the coffee table on the first floor.
We had a great conversation with the black young man named Mike. When he saw her coming down, he stood up and waved.
"I finally woke up. Mike was waiting for you here just now. I ordered something to eat for you and asked her to bring it to you right away."
"Yeah." He smiled and sat down in Jiaming's seat, "What did you say?"
"Uh. Some things about... China. I heard... Miss Zhang, are you a teacher?"
As soon as Yahan arrived, Mike started talking to her awkwardly. Yahan answered a few words casually. The black young man became fluent again. After a while, Jia Ming came over with a plate and put the food on the table.
Go to Yahan and then sit down next to her.
"what's the topic?"
"Just talk about what you just talked about."
Jiaming's eyes widened: "No, are you also interested in that thing?"
"What are you interested in? Aren't you talking about China?"
"Uh..." Jia Ming was stunned for a moment, and then the men at both ends of the table looked at each other and smiled, "Yes, that's right... that's it. We just said you were a teacher, haha..."
It was basically the same as the question about Mike, but the laughter between the two was really weird. Yahan originally just maintained a polite and perfunctory attitude towards the black young man. At this time, because of Jiaming, she looked at him more and looked at him more.
After the two of them were seen cruising, they buried themselves in their food: "I don't care what you say...it's so mysterious..."
Probably because the topic just now is too sensitive, now that Yahan is here, it is not suitable to continue talking. Jiaming has a cold personality, especially since Mike's attention is currently on Yahan, and he is too lazy to look for her.
There was no unnecessary topic, so he just turned to look at the snowy scene outside the window. It turns out that these dark-skinned races who invented rap are quite talkative. Mike randomly found a few topics. Yahan felt Jiaming's eyes passing over her face and occasionally raised her head.
After a few perfunctory words, the conversation at the dinner table continued happily. While eating, she felt a little depressed. According to what this guy named Mike said, if he was allowed to bring his own
Ming went out to play outside the town to see if he would have to face this light bulb all day today. Just as he was about to find some reason to stay in the room and be alone with Jiaming, the sound of wind chimes came from the door. The light bulb he had seen this morning
A white policeman also walked in, said hello to Mike here, and then sat next to him with a glass of wine.
"Hi, Viren, are you off work?"
"Yes, until now." In the morning, he didn't look at Yahan and the two of them too carefully. Now sitting across from each other, the man couldn't help but glance at Yahan a few times, and then said absently, "I was watching the news.
?"
"What?" Mike shrugged, "I've been busy all morning, watching the news."
"New York was really exciting last night. There was almost the largest gun battle in history. Three streets were blocked in Manhattan, and then there was a car chase that lasted nearly an hour. A sports car ran rampant throughout New York City, and then directly hit the Washington Bridge.
Rush out, tsk tsk... Mike, can you believe that there are people who can reach speeds of more than 150 kilometers in New York in such weather?"
Perhaps it was also the reason that attracted Yahan's attention. He said this in an excited tone. Sure enough, Yahan raised his head and looked at Jiaming guiltily. In his field of vision, Jiaming's eyes widened.
His eyes looked like a curious baby that was absolutely harmless to humans and animals, waiting for the police to continue talking about the matter. Mike also opened his mouth wide: "How is it possible? Only God can do such a thing, it will destroy the car and kill people!"
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"Then he is God." Willen spread his hands, "With countless enemies behind it, the sports car not only successfully escaped New York, but also killed a helicopter, which was twenty kilometers south.
In the woods, we have now found the wreckage of the sports car and the wreckage of the helicopter on the roadside. The FBI who came from New York is still in the woods. Maybe the driver has escaped... Our side
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As he spoke, his eyes turned to Jiaming and Yahan doubtfully. The two looked at each other, and Jiaming said: "No, you don't think it's us, do you?"
"Uh, well, you guys..."
"Come on, Viren, they are my friends." The black man on the side protested dissatisfied, "Although they have also encountered some troubles... Do you think they look like people who can race cars in New York? Do you think so?"
Yahan's appearance is absolutely gentle, soft and lovable, and she doesn't look like a person who does bad things. As for Jiaming, it feels like the perfect expression of a concept: this guy can't accomplish anything.
Willen glanced at them, and then he also laughed: "Haha, if it were you, my advice to you is to never let the FBI launch a gunfight with the people who launched the plane, haha..."
"Yeah." Jiaming nodded politely, "As long as you don't draw your gun, I promise I will only kill those FBI."
Several people laughed together. After a while, the black man asked: "What is going on? Is the Mafia fighting?"
"I don't know yet." Veren shook his head, "I'm just a small police officer, how do I know so much, but the mafia fights in the past were not of this scale, and this is New York, not Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s.
, we asked at the police station whether it was a Colombian drug lord or a Chinese triad. Those drug lords are indeed so powerful and brainless, but I don’t think this matter is like a triad.
They prefer to work in secret."
After talking about this matter for a while, the wind chimes of the small hotel rang again. This time, three tall young black men came in. When they saw Viren and Mike sitting here, the leader frowned.
Mei Mei walked over, and the two people stood up immediately.
"Hi, Mike, it's such an unexpected surprise. Are you back? Can I understand it this way... Now we can resolve the matter between us." He stopped at the table, folded his hands on his chest, and looked tall.
The strong body gave people a sense of oppression. He couldn't help but look at the two outsiders on the other side, and stayed on Yahan's face for a few seconds. But there was no kindness in his tone.
"Don't cause trouble, Gamor." Viren patted the table lightly, "The matter between you and Mike is just because of Jessica. Now Jessica is neither following you nor Mike. Your matter is not over yet.
?"
"This has nothing to do with Jessica. This is a matter between men." Nagamore said, "Our matter must be resolved. Do you want to intervene? Viren? As a police officer?"
"If you like." Viren didn't take a step back.
"OK." The tall Gamor nodded and stood at the table. He looked like a godfather and pointed at Mike. He said word by word, "You are a coward." Jiaming tilted his head to one side and turned away in boredom.