Hidden Assassin

Wake up in the morning, around 4: 00, outside the sky is still black, a little headache.

The soft and wide down is covered with two sleeping girls, with a light and familiar fragrance, sleeping quietly close to his body, one hand resting on his neck, sides, long legs intertwined with him, the girl's skin is delicate and soft, like satin, giving a good touch. Sha Sha has never slept on the opposite side of his back. He also routinely presses his left hand under his body as a pillow. His fingers can feel the breath of Sha Sha, and if he moves slightly, he can touch the young girl's sleeping lips slightly.

It is difficult to get out of this tangled state of limbs, but Jiaming has finally been tested for a long time, gently shrugging, peristalizing and quietly removing the quiet hand. When he left the duvet, the late spring morning was still chilling, even though it was nothing by his physical qualities, he put on a pair of trousers, and the girl who was still asleep in bed would be quilted, kissed gently on their forehead, then pushed out the door and walked to the balcony.

The night is still silent, and there are still hidden lights in the streets far and near, but it has also reached the quietest time in the city. The night is about to pass, the morning has not yet begun, and occasionally the sound of cars flashes suddenly, or the sound of bicycles and trolleys. In the nearby food market, the first group of people were up and some of the breakfast shops' doors were still closed, but the lights were shining through the door stitches, and these people were up and ready by 2 or 3 a.m. Some pork and vegetable wholesale stalls have also been lit with yellow lights, people talking, laughing, weighing lightly, the sharp knife of the meat cut across the iron braze and appearing particularly silent in the open morning.

The downstairs game room is called Open 24 hours a day, but no one stays up all night and the lights are out. He stood on the balcony breathing the morning air, and the pain in his brain became sharper, and the pain did not affect his body, the clearer the headache, the clearer the grasp of his surroundings, the whole body, as if it had reached its limit, in this state, even if he had lost the heartless heart to truly kill everything, he had the grasp to face the roots of the peak period and not to fall into the wind.

Beyond the limits of the human body… Of course, it can also be a delusion that arises from the expansion of confidence. Since its rebirth, it has grasped the weaknesses of many enemies. Each battle is not really fair. Although the killer only looks at the outcome of things, if you want to evaluate the true strength of a person objectively, you still have to take these advantages into account, and then judge the extent to which you can do it if you lose them.

Fantasy always has errors, but what is wrong with headache, Jia Ming is not a medical idiot, but he never knows which headache can make people's condition more perfect, maybe it is time to find a hospital to take a picture of their brain, but for the time being, I can't find a very trusted brain doctor... Everyone has more or less taboo doctor problems, Jia Ming is thinking about this these days, but ultimately didn't put it into practice. The headache during this period is mostly related to the phoenix who sent himself back. It is impossible for a person to solve the problem at this level. Since it cannot be solved, he is temporarily too lazy to ask the bottom of the question and increase the troubles.

Speaking of which, it's a cowardice, it's about his life now, it's about quiet, Sha Sha, Yahan, all these things, and he clearly understands that if he were Peloka's killer, he wouldn't hesitate to let others cut his head open and do research on it, but now, since it doesn't affect his life, it's up to him to go.

After standing on the balcony for a while, the headache subsided and he pushed open the door of a small room. When the house was rented, the bedroom was two, theoretically for two girls, and the grocery room was opened for Jiaming as a bedroom. Of course, this arrangement is just to show the outside world. In general, this small, closed room is a familiar studio, a clean spring bed, a desk for computers. Many of the devices that are homemade or bought by familiar people are connected to this modified computer, and boxes and electronic devices of all sizes occupy most of the rooms.

Sitting on a spring bed, he turned on his computer and then entered the data in an encrypted document: April 25, 1999, 3: 45 a.m. to 4: 20 a.m. for an unknown reason.

Prior to this, many times of headache had been documented, with varying episodes and duration, but if the episodes were indeed more frequent and longer in terms of large trends.

The summary of all the analyses proved that it was time for him to go to the hospital and have a look.

Thinking about these things in my heart, the next room also heard Soso's voice, not long ago. A hot coffee slipper came in quietly, wearing a white thin coat and slippers with a banana pattern. The seventeen-year-old beautiful girl still had a blurred sleeping eye: “You're up so early again...” The mumbling sound was also soft.

“Something... doesn't want to bother you.” Jia Ming smiled and pulled the girl to sit beside her. She was probably confused too. When Jia Ming reached over, she also wore only a thin pair of silk pants on her leg. It was cold and cold. She quickly pulled up the quilt on her bed and wrapped it up: “You don't feel cold. ”

“You don't feel either...” said Bending his legs and sitting beside Ming at home, rubbing his eyes quietly. Then he went into Ming Ming's arms and wrapped them both up with quilts. “What's the rush...”

“Oh, some messages from Japan, I think of something, so get up and take a look.” Open an information bar, then turn on the music player, and the refreshing piano music flows gently in the room. Sober and lazy to watch any message from Japan, buried his head in the palm of his house, as the piano hummed, one hand gently tapped on Jiaming's thigh.

“Jiaming, when are we going to be there this afternoon for Ahem's little mother's birthday? ”

“Well, maybe after lunch, Ahern will come and pick us up. ”

“Mom can't leave early until 4: 30. Shall we go first? ”

“Well, first go to the hotel for a while, then I'll drive Sister Ahern's car to the martial arts hall, then pick up Mama Ye at the hospital. ”

Recently, Yahan was often in the martial arts hall. Her youngest mother's birthday, Ye and his wife, excused themselves, promised the past. Although the parties did not know each other, they did not need to have known each other at such a party. As for Liu Zheng, it was said that he was negotiating with someone that day. Something could not go away.

“Oh... Uncle Liu negotiates with people, is everything all right?” Striked a debt, she asked softly.

“No, don't worry, he's already the strongest gangster in Jianghai. ”

Answered casually, Jiaming held quiet with one hand and one hand manipulated the computer with a mouse. In the late spring and early morning, in this small house where the music flowed lightly, they spoke softly, and then the quiet fell asleep. Jiaming took the coffee and sipped it.

This is not the first time, as long as Jia Ming did not intentionally climb out of bed by the means of a killer, the quiet will always notice his departure. Soon, he will come and sit with him for a while with coffee. Sometimes he sleeps in his arms like this today, but soon, at about 5 o'clock, the people outside the street sound more, the girl's body slightly shook, and then opened her eyes.

“Hmmm...” he puzzled, gently hugging him, rubbing his eyes, so that he could see clearly the little alarm clock next to the computer, sticking his slim feet out of the quilt, she gently went underground.

“I went back to bed...” she mumbled, kissing on the face of the house and taking her slippers back to the master bedroom. Shortly afterwards, when Jiaming walked to the bedroom door, she saw two young girls sleeping in their beds, like lilies blooming in the night.

To this day, it has long been understood that they are not real lilies, but in many cases, this will still be the subject of laughter between the three of them. Each time I think of the first time two little girls watched porn movies, then checked each other in bed * * *. Jia Ming couldn't help but laugh when they were forced to open their legs by the sand. That was their childhood memory, the most precious scene...

The world of three people is very simple and romantic and bloody, but there are also places where they are carefully maintained. For example, if it is a world of two people, perhaps quiet will sleep with Jiaming until dawn. However, the 17-year-old girl has an incredibly delicate mind, so she will choose to go back to sleep. When Sansa is in bed, she will often make quiet targets to seduce her, but her sexuality looks huge, she has no heart, but she is actually the one who is most involved in Jiaming. Many times, she digs up her mind just to make Jiaming happier.

These things are understood in everyone's heart, because between them, apart from the fact that Jiaming and Soul love each other, Jiaming and Sand love each other, Soul and Sand love each other after all, such as love. Life itself is a process of mutual accommodation, of course, only those willing to move and give way to each other can truly live together.

With the passing of time, the morning streets quickly became lively, the breakfast restaurant opened its doors, not far from the food market was full of merchants, various early selling vehicles were pushed on the street, and the early risers and housewives went out. On Sunday, for Jiaming and others, I used to sleep lazily, but since I got up early today, Jiaming was ready to go out and buy some breakfast ingredients. I walked from the balcony to the bedroom and heard the sound of the shabby noise.

“Sleep... I'm going to sleep... Please, Silent Beauty, sleep with me... Don't go, I'll bite your ass if you go..."

That voice complained a lot. Jiaming pushed open the door, only to see the quiet wearing underwear and chest, holding trousers helplessly standing beside the bed, half the body of the sand drilled out of the mattress, did not wake up, so closed eyes, the body was soft like a muddy monster, hair scattered like a water ghost, the face was really on the quiet ass, hands held quiet thighs, beeping, so poor.

I saw Jia Xia come in smiling and smiling. I looked at him with a quiet hug of my pants with the same grief: “Oh my God, I'm going out to buy breakfast. If you want to sleep, you won't find Jia Ming...”

“Don't... Jiaming picked up the hard bang, without you soft... his hands always stuck me, and he stuffed the elongated thing into my mouth...”

I didn't really notice Jiaming coming in. The sand kept pounding. She smiled quietly and looked at Jiaming in confusion. She saw Jiaming staring at her hands: “What slender elongation, she used to pound my fingers last night...”

“Well, I'm really getting up, don't eat breakfast this morning...”

“Don't go, let Jiaming buy breakfast...”

“Don't hold me...”

“Aww! ”

For a long time, the sand bite down the quiet ass, the underwear of the cotton yarn was bitten by her mouth, the quiet crying for a while struggled, the skin on the half of the buttocks was revealed, even though the body had been seen by Jiaming countless times, the quiet still shy hands to stop. Jia Ming smiled and pushed her: “Well, Jing Jing classmate, you can sleep with her. I'm in charge of breakfast. ”

This ordered quiet ass sat on the head of the sand, took the opportunity to pull the quiet on the bed, and the sand stretched out of the quilt and kicked him hard on his ass: “stinking man... my nose is collapsed...” Jia Ming ran out of the room with a smile.

Breakfast is available on the street outside, but as long as it's not in a hurry, the three of us still choose to make our own. Of course, it should be said that Jiaming and Jing made it, bought fresh lean meat and onion flowers in the morning, and brought back a few sticks of oil, then cooked soup and boiled water, got tangled by the sand for a while, and got up quietly. Simply cleaned up the room that made it a little messy last night. Sasha blamed herself for waking up in bed and then said that the three of them really looked like a family: Jiaming Daddy, Jing Ma, Sasha Daughter. Jiaming and Ling smiled contemptuously at her shamelessly remarks, because at her age, Sansa was the biggest of the three.

Nothing happened today, went for a walk after breakfast, came back and watched a movie, then Jiaming watched comics, quiet and sand played a game. Around ten o'clock, someone knocked.

“Is that Ahern?” Drop the console in your hand and quietly wear slippers to open the door. The door only opened a little surprised, because the visitor is not Ahern. Although he has been here once or twice, he is not a frequent visitor. It is Oriental Mandarin in a healthy sportswear. He waved with a smile: “Hi, quiet, is Jiaming here? ”

“Uh... he's in, come on in. ”

At this time, Oriental Mandarin in casual sportswear looks a bit like a boy, but unlike Sand, Sand has always been fierce, sometimes barbaric, and delicate in front of a boy he likes. Oriental Mandarin's feeling was condescending, with a hint of nobility and pride. Before she was provoked by Jiaming, she actually had a similar temperament to her brother Oriental Road.

For nearly a year, she has been running a toy company while reading, and Jiaming hangs a title in it, taking up a portion of the shares and dividends, quiet and Sha Sha naturally know, and sometimes - although it is really a small number of times, it is related to the spirit of Jiaming's total lack of professionalism - Jiaming is called out because of some work matters, quiet and Sha Sha also know.

In the room, Jiaming changed from watching comics on the sofa to sitting up, and the sand changed from playing games on the carpet to sitting on a plate leg. When the spirit brought out the water, Oriental Mandarin also opened the door: “Actually, I came here today to ask Jiaming students for a favor. ”

“Can we not help?” Jiaming lifted his eyelids from the comic book. Quiet glanced at him in front of the console.

“What, that's your company too, just a few small things.” Oriental Mandy also rolled her eyes. Now she won't be angry about a little bit of things. This is always the way the two of them interact. It is always necessary to raise the bar in order to get the conversation together. But for the sake of commentary, as long as there is a theory, Jia Ming's face, though not happy, has not refused to refuse.

“Well, there was a party today, Teacher Zhang's house, said it was Mrs. Zhang's birthday today, the Grand Park Hotel.” I took two invitations out of my pocket and shoved one into front of Jiaming, “You know, Zhang Jia made product sales, although not a type of toy at all, but this banquet, the owners and distributors of the big supermarkets, the big shops must have a lot of them, then I can get to know Zhang Teacher, but this time Lei Qing the guy will definitely go, his family is strong and connected, recently clearly smashed our business, so, as usual...”

She leaned her head and tapped her finger on the invitation several times: “This is your invitation… to be my boyfriend. ”

With a comic book in his hand, he stared at her in a clear and lazy way, then breathed out a breath and put the book down.

“Was the invitation great?” With a brush, Jia Ming waved, the big red invitation spread like a fan in front of Oriental Mandarin, “I have six.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)