Hidden Assassin

The surrounding campfire burned, the crowd fell into an indescribable silence, relative to the laughter that erupted after the silence, at this time only from the horrified eyes, it was clear that this silence would not have that kind of follow-up effect, at this time Mike and Jamal who fell on the ground looked up at the teenager's figure, and behind home, Sherry, who was kneeling on the ground with his corner, had not been able to stand up, one hand covering his mouth, looking forward to the big iron box and the debris thrown in the collapse, muttering in his mouth: “oh-my-god... oh-my-god...”

“Cough... cough...”

So half-hearted, only in the factory where everyone breathed came a sudden cough. Turning around, Ahern looked at this side, coughing lightly and rubbing her chest with her hands extended - she was choked by saliva.

Standing there, Jia Ming took a deep breath with a faint smile on her face.

From the point of view of ordinary people, being watched by so many people with surprise or awe, naughty speech is really a matter of satisfying vanity, but at home, such vanity can only bring a faint sense of powerlessness, hand pulled up the sherry behind her, patted her shoulder: “Good fight, keep trying.” Towards Ahern.

Across the street, Ahern patted his chest and stared at him, smiling with some surprise, some novelty, she had known Jia Ming's strength before, but had never seen him reach this inhuman level when he really did.

gently, he held her hand.

“Uh, you...”

“We should go. ”

“Hmm? Where are you going...”

“Get out of here. ”

There was no one around to talk to. It was just that when two people walked out of the factory with their hands, several people in front of them subconsciously made way. As they passed by Mike, Ahern turned around and smiled and stretched out his hand to wave for a moment to say thank you and goodbye. Soon, the two disappeared into the snow-covered heavens in front of everyone's eyes...

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Leaving town, they spent the night in the nearby snow-covered mountain forest with tents, without the hustle and bustle of the city, without even any artificial traces, in the woods they cleared up the snow accumulation, then set fire to the campfire, the night sky behind the snow was cloudless, and through the forest skeleton made up of straight trunks, you can clearly see the sparkling stars.

With Jiaming's extensive knowledge of wildlife, everything was prepared beforehand. This evening was not cold. Of course, due to Ahem's physical problems, the two slept together for just one night. The next day, the two returned to New York and the city was full of Christmas enthusiasm.

Due to the snow stop, the flight that had been suspended had taken off again at this time, only temporarily returned to the United States. Castro had just died. If he took the plane, would he risk being comprehensively repressed by the United States Government to do something extraordinary? The matter of going home was left to Yanhuang Awakening, who spent the day wandering around the busiest shops in downtown New York. At night, Yanhuang Awakening had arranged for a clandestine return ocean freighter in the form of smuggling. Around 9 p.m., Jiaming and Ahern parted temporarily and drove alone to Salier Estate.

Crossing the fence, sneaking across the small, well-guarded square and garden and sneaking into the second floor of the villa, everything in the room he was staying in was as messy as yesterday, even the bedding remained as it was when he left more than two days ago.

As he pushed the window in, passing through the room and into the hallway inside the villa, he smelled a hint of alcohol, the sound of the TV episode was implicit and the heating seemed to be somewhat inadequate. At the corner of the staircase in the hallway, the lights went out in the lower living room, but the TV was on, and the light suddenly and darkly lit up some of the range in the living room, and then he saw Marilyn on the couch.

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The blonde seemed to fall asleep curling on the sofa in a thin nightdress as he walked silently through the bright and dark flashes of television.

Women in the West tend to age, and many women become quickly swollen after childbirth, if not too obvious, tend to have a larger waist circumference than others, and after walking into the age of thirty, wrinkles on their faces, spots, and skin relaxation are much faster than those in the Orient. However, it may be related to the life experience that these symptoms of aging do not appear on Marilyn.

Having passed her thirtieth birthday, her skin was still smooth and delicate like that of a teenager, her waist was slim, her legs were long and sexy, and her breasts were full but not swollen. After giving birth to Heidi for Don Jingyao in her teens, she has lived in a lonely and dark solitary life in the United States since then. In the years after being rescued by Jiaming for 95 years, she has begun to make contact with the outside world. The whole person has grown to be mature and autonomous, while the body remains as vibrant as a teenage girl. At this point, however, it appears that this still sexy and seductive body is also unprecedented, as if dead.

The nightdress was a little messy and the alcohol was all around her. She was lying there curled up and frowned upon in her sleep. A blonde hair scattered by her side in chaos. As Jiaming approached, she sat on the edge of the couch with a slight tremor on her left hand, banging, a bottle of wine fell to the floor, and half a bottle of liquor flowed wildly out, soaking the surrounding carpet. Coffee table ahead with several bottles of finished whisky.

Walked over to pick up the bottle and put it on the coffee table, and he squatted in front of the couch to see how she was sleeping, and this was the first time he had seen it from her.

Remember more than three years ago, in Jianghai, after Tang Jingyao's death, she tried to commit suicide and was stopped by him, which should have been the most painful moment of her life, but then she chose to seduce a child to forget the pain, and even then he never saw her like this today.

Perhaps just as love cannot be a lifelong guarantee of compatibility, responsibility and relocation can make one grow old, so losing the trust of one's heart is more sad than losing one's loved one. Three years ago, he saw a woman who could not survive without the trust. He used to think that this silk would mature later, at least to reduce a certain sense of dependence, but now it seems that this silk seemed to become more dependent and more irremediable...

He rarely sighed because few things really made him feel helpless, yet at this point he finally sighed softly and it was hard to tell what it felt like. Marilyn squeezed her body in front of her again, slightly trembling. Jiaming stood up and found the remote control of the air conditioning in the living room, turning the temperature up. When he turned around, the figure on the sofa sat up and looked at him like a ghost.

Jiaming didn't have much surprise, and there, seemed to be confirmation of the hallucinations in front of him, neither side spoke for a while. For a moment, Marilyn suddenly turned her head to one side, and wow vomited, the smell of alcohol and acid rotting in the living room spread, Jiaming picked up the little trash can and walked over, then patted her back gently.

The overwhelming sea vomiting lasted about half a minute, slightly recovering her wheeze, Marilyn slipped over her head: “You, really are...” Then, she was blocked by the napkin that Jiaming wiped her mouth with.

“I still have a few hours to get out of America and come and see you. ”

Jia lightly said, after a moment of silence, Marilyn said as if she were going to cry out: “I'm sorry...”

“No, the last time I didn't explain, it was actually my fault... you were right...”

Marilyn shook her head, her mind was still a little confused, and she didn't seem to know how to answer: “Heidi... she fell asleep, I put her to sleep for a long time... I finally fell asleep, I... I'll call her down, you wait for her, you must see her... she's been crying for more than a day..."

She struggled to climb up and fell down powerlessly. Jia Ming shook her head: “Later, no hurry.” Reaching up to hold her, Marilyn had a lot of alcohol on her, and a little puking filth splashed over her nightdress, smelling like a beggar or drunk living in a dark alley in New York. As she held her upstairs, Marilyn strangled her arms tight, as if he could disappear at any moment. Mumbled: “I'm sorry... I'm sorry...”

“You seem to be getting heavy.” Jia Ming made a joke.

Going into Marilyn's room, Jiaming walked into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water, just to put her down, Marilyn shook her head as if she had been shocked: "You need a hot bath, don't worry, I won't go. ”

Marilyn still stubbornly held his hand and looked at him softly: "You help me wash it. ”

For the two of them, this was not a taboo thing, Jia Ming put her in hot water, took off her wet nightdress and underwear, picked up the bath towel and washed her body, when he said with a laugh: “Except for Heidi, I've never done anything like this for anyone, you're not a child.” When Marilyn washed herself, she just kept him company.

She was weak at this time, drunk, wobbly when she stood up, the hot air was vaporizing, her spirit was also a little tranced, she finally took a bath, Jiaming wrapped her whole body with a big bath towel, held her to bed, curled around him so half, Marilyn asked weakly: "Do you want me? ”

“Well, more. ”

This unhesitatingly answered reassured her and wrapped her completely naked body in a spacious bath towel, she leaned tightly against Jiaming and curled beside him. Although the appearance of Jiamin seems to be a teenager, she is already a fully mature, independent woman, yet perhaps few lenses can show the notion of the term birdie if contradicted. He said a few words in bed, and when he spoke of Heidi, Jia Ming waved to the door: "Come in. ”

The door was opened gently, and there she appeared, exactly with her head down, her face filled with panic and flaccid little girl, her fingers pulled gently around the corner, her face seemed to have tear marks, perhaps to do the movement gently undetected, she was not wearing shoes, her tiny barefoot rubbing impeccably.

A moment of hesitation, she entered the room frighteningly. Marilyn sat consciously upright, pulled the towel from her body, and left the house a little brighter. But Heidi didn't jump at home, as usual. Instead, she bypassed him, climbed into bed, sat next to her mother, and Marilyn reached out and held her.

Touching Heidi's head gently, Jia Ming smiled: “I don't dislike you, but there are some things you're too young to understand. ”

“I'm sorry...”

“I said I didn't dislike you. ”

“You don't like me, you like Mom.” The girl muttered softly and in a grudging tone, there still seemed to be a slight reluctance, “I couldn't grab her...”

I don't know how to answer this, Marilyn can only hold her daughter silently and look at Jiaming in panic, but Jiaming smiled: “I won't say this to the children, you are also dirty, go take a hot bath, I have two hours to get you something to eat before then. ”

He stepped out of the bed and then left the hallway, closing the door with his opposite hand. The mother and daughter in the bed looked at the closed door and Marilyn said softly: "Go take a bath.” Heidi nodded, got out of bed, and then pulled, and Marilyn softly screamed, dragging her towel into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Sitting naked on the bed, Marilyn didn't know for a moment whether to laugh or get upset, or worried about her daughter. A moment later, she had to weakly go down to the bed and find her clothes in the closet. In the bathroom, little Heidi held the bath towel, her face still smiled after the prank, but tears had fallen. For a moment, she bit the thick bath towel, trembling, crying silently, her body against the wall, slowly sliding down… (to be continued, if you want to know what happened, go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)