Hidden Assassin

“50 million. ”

The meaning of pure numbers can be easily understood by anyone, but if it turns into money, it's enough to keep a lot of people breathless, it's already a necklace worth more than 10 million, because the ingredients of gambling gas are lifted to a high price of 30 million, and then suddenly a number like 50 million pops up, and it's inevitable that a lot of people will hear it wrong at one time.

In the surrounding whispers of theft, Fang Yuxiao gazed at Marilyn beside him. Joseph also looked equally stunned. In Marilyn's background, he could not produce RMB 50 million, but such a high-profile attitude was quite different from her usual. Does she really like this necklace so much, but... what's the point of buying it yourself if it's not from a man?

Mindfulness turned a little, and he was already worried that Marilyn was getting angry because of his retreat, deliberately offering this price. After so many years of pursuing Marilyn, after Tang Jingyao's death, the blonde who seemed to have let go of her mood to make contact with others was no longer as difficult to reach as she had been before. She was involved in part of the family business and began to laugh with him. He then felt like he had a chance.

For more than two years, Marilyn served as his assistant and could be described as living with each other in the morning and evening. As Marilyn smiled more and more at people and cooperated with each other, he had reason to believe that he should be the most special of all. Therefore, at this moment, he was suddenly somewhat worried that if Marilyn was truly very interested in this necklace and she retreated at 17 million hours, she would not be seen as a sign of impatience.

And noting Joseph's face, Marilyn just shrugged her shoulders and smiled softly. Joseph had seen her face countless times before, which often represented "It's okay, it's done." Put it here, it's incomprehensible.

And no matter how Joseph thinks about it, naturally, Marilyn's heart feels just like she likes it at this moment, similar to her mother's love for Heidi, and similar to her passion for Don Jingyao.

She couldn't analyze and categorize the feelings of this child, who looked like a child - now a teenager, but in any case, there was an insurmountable age gap between the two - but seemed to be more mature than anyone, as if she could know everything and do everything incredible, he saved her, and she had sworn and promised him that she would hand over her subsequent life, and that they had had physical relationships, but they were different from simple carnal desires. She even misses the kind of unbridled exhibition and contact that she had had. But is it love? Or darkness? It is difficult to say clearly that, in the end, perhaps it is more realistic to just like the word.

In summary, however, it may be complicated, but it is actually quite simple. She is the boy's person. Don't give him any trouble, listen to him, make him happy. All you need to do is be so simple.

When Heidi passed on Jiaming's words, she was really frightened by this number. At the intellectual level, she would never have given so much money to buy a necklace. Fifty million yuan, more than six million dollars. Even though the family said to the outside world that it was a mafia, robbery, drug trafficking, human trafficking, everything, but when it comes to wealth, it is impossible to compare it to several large families in Shanghai City. Fifty million yuan has to be taken out. Without a doubt, she would also find it very hard. Of course, from the beginning, she took it for granted that she was paying for it.

However, once he turns around, it doesn't matter. Since he wants to make a fuss and he has the capital to accompany him to make a fuss, then the most important thing is to make him happy. Anyway, since Tang Jingyao's death, that's his only purpose after birth, isn't it?

The slightly lifted number tag, the amazement of the crowd, the gentle smile of the blonde, does not seem to realize that the silk that once lived on Tang Jingyao, after having a strong exterior, no longer resentful and autistic, still has no change in its essence, even more thirsty to claim power from the symbols of her spiritual attachment.

Despite some deformities, its flowers are so beautiful.

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The price of the necklace was raised to 30 million, and it is estimated that both the fat man and Lu Guangyin have hesitated. When Marilyn participated in the bidding for 50 million, both sides began to step aside in a rational manner and no longer called for higher prices.

After the hammer, the deal was settled and the auction went on, but then it was all a small commodity of fine and gorgeous value, and from time to time someone looked to Marilyn, Fang Yuxi was naturally one of them. Marilyn occasionally talks to Heidi and Jiaming. Nearly eleven o'clock, the auction ends. Marilyn, Joseph, and four other people, as the staff went to the back to pay for their things, suddenly came a cry: "Jiaming, why are you here? ”

Turning back, he came with a beautiful woman in the back. It was Huang's playboy, Huang Shanwen. At this time, Jiaming's hand was being held by Heidi, and nodded with a smile: "Uncle Wu. ”

“Oh, are these your friends? ”

“Well, they invited me to the auction, and this is Heidi, and this is Marilyn, Heidi's mom, and this uncle, uh...”

“Hello, my name is Joseph.” Joseph smiled forward and reached out.

“Oh, is that Mr. Joseph from Salo USA? Haha, I have heard of your fame and long time ago. I heard that you are here to explore the prospects of development..."

Although he was said to be a playboy, he was also from a large family like the Huang family. Now he was close to Joseph. Now he was cold for a short time. Standing behind Joseph, Marilyn suddenly felt a stillness and looked down, but Jia Ming gently opened the zipper of her handbag and put a bank card in.

“Hmm?”

“Bank of Switzerland, code 12345, with 10 million dollars in it, remember to ask them for change.” After being attached to Marilyn's ear, Jiaming chattered to Heidi about where there was still marshmallows to sell, explaining how marshmallows were made and the scientific principles, $10 million, seemed more interesting to him than a string of marshmallows.

Her lips gently kicked, and a moment later, she flattened her mouth like a little girl and laughed.

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She lay lazy in her seat for a long time, and waited until everyone had walked out. The staff began to clean up the mess. Fang Yuxi wobbled out of the auction hall. During that time, a man in a suit came to ask her if she needed any help. She pressed down her hat and refused.

This is the fifteenth floor of the hotel.

The corridor on the outside was enclosed by huge glass with a clear view of the city's neon, and although it was raining slightly on the outside, it was also blown by the wind on the fifteenth floor, wrapped in clothes, which she felt a little cold.

When the drunkenness came, it was like a landslide. There was no pain or repression everywhere. After going, it was like emptying out your body. There was only one void left that you could see and touch. It's just this sobriety, it's too early.

The happiness of others often reminds her of her misfortune, which she may not necessarily be, but in front of that 50 million she feels like a beggar. She begged her former boyfriend to write a song for her, begged the entertainment company to make her famous, and begged the audience to pay for the album. Who is she? Big star Fang Yuxi, it looks like Fang Yuxi is a gold sign, but only she knows how fragile she is. Once the entertainment company refrigerates her, she has no chance of appearing. Her voice is actually not very good. When her boyfriend breaks up with her, she knows that a song that is suitable for her and can make her feel so difficult to find. She travels a long way to Jianghai to find the right composer, but the other party threatens to seal her off.

Of course there is no boyfriend, without this person to help her write songs, she can also find a lot of people willing to write songs for her, but if it is those mediocre songs, soon, she will be forgotten, forever squeezed out of the position of a female star. After all these years of hard work, she earned more than 10 million dollars that would make her feel solid and warm when she thought about it. She used to think it was astronomical numbers, but when she got it, she knew she wanted more, but she understood that she probably wouldn't throw 50 million randomly just to buy a necklace.

But... who is the guy who sang "only-you”? Looking at the attitude of the Oriental brothers and sisters that day, Zhang Jinfeng's attitude seemed to indicate that his identity was not very simple, this time he was like the woman who bought the necklace.

I envy... fifty million... rich people... headaches...

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At one o'clock in the morning, in room 1602, Joseph knocked on the door and, for a moment, Marilyn, dressed in a white nightdress, opened the door, which was still a hot view of the sky.

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him...”

All kinds of snacks piled up on the carpet in front of the big TV, Heidi playing the game excitedly, shouting slogans in her mouth, beside her, was the strange teenager.

“Joseph, can I help you? ”

“Oh, nothing, just came to say good night, that... Gu Jiaming? Will he rest here, too? ”

Looking back at the two men who fought in front of the TV, Marilyn turned back with a smile: “He didn't say, but I've opened an extra room at the hotel. ”

“He... uh, he's Heidi's friend? I mean, how do you know each other...” While smiling and choosing words carefully, even though he probably knew the identity of the family in his conversation with Huang Cunwen, he was still heavily curious about Marilyn's mother and daughter's last experience in China, but it certainly wouldn't be the teenager in front of him who could kill a lot of people such as Don Jingyao.

“It was Heidi's last friend in China.” Marilyn smiled, "but I guess she wouldn't like someone who cares so much about her personal affairs. ”

“Uh, sorry, I just wanted to...”

“Good night. Don't worry, he'll be fine. ”

“Uh, I think...”

With a smile on his face, Marilyn gently closed the door, her hands raised in the air, Joseph sighed gently. Regarding the $10 million she had taken out when she paid, he still felt strange. This million, where did it come from...

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Sorry, this section is a little late, but we haven't jumped yet.

Others seem to have misunderstood the book, saying how the plot dog blood is, in fact, this is a dog blood YY book, I haven't even had a few innovative ideas on the bridge since the beginning of the story, the whole book is actually stacked from rotten, dog blood, old plots. This book, I never wanted to innovate before, I don't want to innovate now, I don't want to innovate in the future, because it seems to me that these plots have never been written to rot in pursuit of innovation, unless there is an infinite degree of creativity... Well, without evaluation, after all, there are still many people who are pursuing innovation. But all I'm after is what it feels like to pile up these plots. Well, that's what you're seeing right now. (To be continued, please log on to WWW.CMFU.COM for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)