Hidden Assassin

The rain falls and the cafe next door to the supermarket is filled with soft music.

“Shortly after I got here, the jet lag hasn't adjusted yet. I wanted to rest first. I'll come back to you tomorrow to get dressed. I didn't expect to meet you like this.” Looking at Jiaming, Marilyn, with blonde hair, said with a smile, the voice was as soft as ever, as the woman of Jiangnan Water Township. Of course, it's ancient Gangnam, not modern Gangnam.

“According to our time here, you should have booked your VIP room at Huajing Grand Hotel last night, after arriving in Beijing in the morning at more than 7: 00. This time, it was with that Mr. Joseph. ”

After a sip of fresh orange juice, Jia Ming spoke of their journey, Marilyn opened her eyes with a slight surprise, and her eyes filled with a heartfelt laugh: “Well, you... have you been watching us? ”

“Almost the twenty-first century, computers can do a lot, especially in the United States... you know? You know, the FBI has everything on file, because the results of your last trip were kind of scary, and this time you're coming to China, it's kind of a big deal, and they reported it to the top the first time. By the way, I've even seen pictures of Heidi winning several singing contests. ”

He said, reaching out and touching Heidi, who was eating ice cream, as a hybrid, the little girl was not inherited to her mother's blonde hair, but a dark hair like satin that felt very handy. Feeling her palms pressed up, the little girl shook her head impatiently, stuffed her cheeks with ice cream, and stared at him violently.

“Rude! Gentlemen don't touch a lady's hair! ”

Heidi was angry and the consequences were serious.

But unfortunately, no one seems to know enough about this severity. Jia Ming just laughed, his palms still very clumsily stayed on the little head trying to please him, and Marilyn looked around a few times with vigilance and said worried: "It won't... cause you trouble, will it? ”

“Rest assured, in the United States, there may be a possibility of being watched, but this is China, and the FBI is not that strong, and most importantly, I'm just a high school student.” Enough with the little girl's hair, Jia Ming patted her pink cheek, pinched it before releasing it, making Heidi drummer. Goddamn it, it's been three years. He's gotten really shitty! It's not gentle at all, because I still think of him in America, huh!

After listening to Jia Ming, Marilyn relieved herself, looking at the little friction between him and Heidi, said with a laugh: “Heidi always told me about you in New York, and she missed you so much, of course... so did I. ”

“Bullshit, I didn't! I just want... Chinese marshmallows!” Heidi rebutted, the two people next to him laughed, and for a moment, Marilyn changed the language from English to Chinese, apparently not wishing Heidi knew about it: “When I returned home, I was involved in some family affairs, which, of course, had nothing to do with the Mafia, and I was in touch with some cleaner business in the family, because these things were basically handled by Joseph, so I was one of his assistants, and, uh, I think you know that. ”

“Of course, you've done well in two years. ”

Marilyn smiled, reaching for a strand of blonde hair in front of her forehead and picking out her eyebrows: “Well... I think you will also know that Joseph is pursuing me, in the family... Well, I mean, on my father's side, I wish I could marry him, of course, just a suggestion...”

After she finished, she looked at Jia Ming with a smile in her eyes, but saw Jia Ming take a sip of orange juice and nodded with a smile: “In the FBI file, Mr. Joseph was given a very high rating. Three years ago your father came to pick you up, and the man next to him should be him, which means that he is also very well placed in your family, and I think I know that he started pursuing you seven or eight years ago, seems like a good man, if you like..."

“I don't like it.” Turn your eyes softly, "I wanted to tell you. ”

Jia Ming leaned on the back of the chair: "Do you think about the man who decided to die? It's understandable, but I find it boring. ”

“I forgot Don.” Marilyn said with a smile: “Now I just want to watch Heidi grow up calmly, and... I promised you. ”

“Oh.” Jia Ming whistled, promising that he would naturally remember, "Whether you are mine or not, I will always be yours", “I will come to you as soon as you need me” and so on. Although not very concerned, as a man, facing the mature and beautiful woman in front of you, you will still feel an unspeakably great temptation. Also at this point, Heidi protested: "Rude! My Chinese is just beginning to be learned. You are not allowed to speak Chinese. ”

Marilyn shrugged her shoulders and smiled with apologies, turning back to English: “For two years, in order not to arouse suspicion, we don't know what you're doing or where you live now. Gu, how do we find you? ”

Hearing this, Heidi stopped spilling ice cream and dropped the spoon and said, "Aren't you coming with us to the hotel? How about Mommy and I go to your house? ”

When they were hunted down three years ago, they had been living in the house left behind by Ming's parents for almost a month, but at present the mother and daughter can also be the focus, naturally it is not possible to live there anymore, Marilyn explained, Jia Ming looked at the time and smiled: “That's not possible, and now it's too late, I should also go back. So, sleep well tonight, I'll come to you tomorrow, okay? ”

“You... but we've only seen each other for a moment..." Heidi looked at him, her eyes almost red, sat for so long, and gambled. "Don't lie to me!” Marilyn nodded and didn't speak, but her eyes were still fixed on Jiaming and her face was complicated.

Simple encounters make a difference, and mothers and daughters may not feel well. At the front of the cafe, the mother and daughter took the umbrella step by step to the big hotel not far away. The family boarded a bus and returned towards Sacred Heart College.

It is already 6: 00 in the evening and the weather is darkening. It is estimated that the sand has been cooked at home. However, these days the spirits rehearse at school and the dishes have to be cooked by themselves. When I walked downstairs, the door of the video game room was crowded with people. On the one hand, the young residents, led by Ah Qiang and Ah Shui, and on the other, more than ten members of the Insein Gang, verbally confronted each other, completely blocked the staircase. Jia Ming sighed and began to separate the crowd and walked in: “Sorry, make way, make way, thank you, let me in, thank you...”

With the two bags bought from the supermarket, Jia Ming dialed the crowd in front of him, the two Insein Gang people impatiently gave way, yet the third person was dancing and yelling, his right hand waved violently, his hand paused on a bottle of glass can bought by Jia Ming, and immediately turned his head: “Make way... let your mother, boy, what do you want? ”

“Uh, sorry...”

Jia Ming lifted the bag in his hand and was about to argue, "What the fuck are you arrogant about? Do you know if a good dog won't block the way! He lives here... Jiaming, you go in. I'll see if any of you dare touch him! ”

“Yeah, which of you dares fucking touch him...”

In the eyes of these people, Jia Ming has always been a good honest man. After all, the people in the rear of the time yelled. After all, there were not enough people in the Insein Gang. He was scared to death. Jia Ming carried the bag and took the opportunity to go through the crowd: “Thank you, thank you...”

Upstairs and open the door, both sides can hear the bluffing and yelling. Most of these fights can't be fought. Youngsheng gangs are few, and they dare not beat people randomly. After all, there are many people here. After all, they don't want to make things difficult. When I walked into the door, I smelled the fried vegetables, and the sand was watching TV in the living room, and I said, "What's wrong? You're home so late? Oh, there's a lot going on down there. Do you think there's a fight? ”

“Sorry for the delay with two acquaintances. Oh, those fools down there can't fight, don't worry. By the way, Jing Jing, why are you home so early? Haven't you rehearsed today?” He put the bag down and said with a smile.

“Shh.” Sansa turned her eyes to the kitchen and stretched her index finger to her mouth, making a silent move, "Don't say rehearsal, quiet mood, hum, those guys at school... and Tan So-yeon, I have to find them tomorrow! ”

“What's wrong? ”

He was confused and walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of dishes in an apron. He looked up and smiled: "Jiaming is back, ready to eat.” It was just that the smile was a little hard, and after that, I turned back to the kitchen, and Jia Ming followed.

“What's wrong? ”

“Nothing...”

“Don't lie to me. Tell me, I'll help you fix it, huh? ”

Reaching for her quiet shoulder, but still shaking her head: “No...” I walked to the gas furnace and my body was held by Jiaming from behind: “I'm not sure I want to interfere with your privacy, but we are a family, although I am young, but I am your husband, you are my wife, I don't want to see you unhappy, tell me about it, okay? Is it about the show? ”

“I... wow...” After listening to Jiaming, leaning on his shoulder, the quiet finally couldn't bear to cry and cry, for a moment, just whispered, "Jiaming, they said that I was not good at dancing, they refused to let me dance... now the third grade Tan Su-yeon is leading the dance, Jiaming, I have been rehearsing for so long, Miss Fang said personally that I was good at dancing, how can they do this...”

“What, what? It's just over a week away from the show, and they're changing people?” Frowning, Jia Ming said incredibly. Indeed, when it comes to dancing, Tan Su-yeon is indeed much more professional than Ling Jing. However, from the perspective of Jing Ming, whether he plays the piano or dance, there is spirituality beyond the reach of others. Of course, he may have a selfish heart and not be objective enough to see it. However, the efforts of Jing Jing during this period are well known and are not super-professional performances focused on dance. At this time, it is hard to understand that this happens.

Is it... the Oriental Road, because the pursuit of quiet has not succeeded, deliberately done something... unlike...

“It must be Tan So-yeon's secret relationship.” At the kitchen door, Sha Sha said with hatred, "She couldn't compare to me on the volleyball team, knowing that Jing Jing was my best friend, so she did it deliberately. The person who would be in charge of the dance is said to be very good to her, and the teacher who would be in charge of the dance is also related to her. The president of the student called Oriental Road had argued for Jing, but finally, I don't know why, he still made this decision. Damn, I have to ask them tomorrow to see what they can say! ”

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