Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"You're beautiful, ma'am," Ron praised sincerely.

"Mr. Ron, do you remember me?"

Fiona wore a black backless evening dress. The slim-fitting style showed off her good figure. In the gauze skirt, the two looming long legs perfectly interpreted what "just right" means.

Really, gaining one point is too fat, and losing one point is too thin.

Of course, this outfit is a bit too luxurious for the struggling Gallagher family. Naturally, it cannot belong to Fiona and is just a temporary loan.

Thanks to the laws of the United States, you can return the clothes you have worn as long as the tags are still there.

Originally, she planned to wear this outfit when she went to a bar with her friends at night. After her friend's persuasion, she originally planned to forget about that person and meet a random man to end her sex career.

Unexpectedly, just today, she would meet again.

Ron couldn't remember when he had met such a woman. If he had, with his personality corrupted by the capitalist country, he would definitely remember it.

"Sorry, I don't think we know each other, or can you remind me?"

"New York, I am a student participating in the National Quiz Competition," Fiona nodded: "They are the group of people who were hijacked by terrorists and rescued by you. We met on the plane to New York, but we were just on the plane back. I didn’t get to see you again.”

If there are friends who know her very well, their jaws will definitely drop. Is this Fiona who is not taboo about meat and vegetables and speaks dirty words?

"New York? Students kidnapped by terrorists?" Ron suddenly realized: "I remembered it, but I remember there were many students at the time. I don't know which one you are? Can you give me some hints?"

Ron was a little embarrassed when he asked. Going to New York to rescue the kidnapped students? He had done this before, and it was his first mission in the secret service school.

But there were too many people at that time, and he couldn't remember which girl in front of him was, but he wanted to figure it out because the feeling of familiarity was too strong.

"On the plane, you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me and asked me if I was from a rich family." Fiona was a little angry: "After I said no, you asked me if I knew French."

"Even the money for me to participate in competitions is provided by the school in the form of scholarships. How can I have spare money to learn French? French classes are very expensive! Do you know what is most annoying?"

"What?" Fiona's words evoked some of Ron's memories, and he had a vague feeling of something bad.

"You actually said: 'Fortunately you are not a child of a rich family and you don't know French'!" Fiona accused in a bad tone.

Ron facepalmed, he completely remembered that he had indeed seen Fiona on the plane when she was in school. Of course, Fiona at that time was not as...well, as mature as she is now.

It really shocked him at the time.

This face and this school uniform reminded him of the disaster movie "The Day After Tomorrow" in his previous life.

No way? No way? God allowed me to live my life again just to make my departure more grand with a gorgeous ice and snow disaster?

Even though Ron took the initiative to strike up a conversation, he still wasn't completely relieved when he found out that she was not the heroine in his memory.

Yes, even if the competition students who were supposed to be trapped due to floods were instead hijacked by terrorists, he was not at ease. Regardless of the ridicule of his companion Hobbes, he bought the thickest cotton clothes and a lot of high-calorie food overnight. , take it with you wherever you go.

Everyone laughed at him and refused to let go because he was being persecuted and delusional.

Who knows when the tsunami will come? There was also the cold air that could instantly freeze people into ice sculptures. It turned out that he was overly worried.

By the way, the female student confessed her love to him at that time. He said that he liked mature women who were clean and self-disciplined.

"Okay, I remembered." Ron looked at Fiona from head to toe again: "You have grown up. When I first met you, you were still a little girl who had just entered high school."

"So am I considered a mature woman now?" Fiona lifted up her skirt and turned it around lightly, revealing her beautiful figure and she said happily.

"Uh..." Ron didn't expect that his casual words would be remembered so clearly.

"In the past few years, I have always listened to your words. I have never been in love with anyone, and I have never let anyone touch me." Fiona took a step closer to Ron with blurred eyes, almost sliding into his arms. inside.

Ron could even feel the delicate body in front of him trembling slightly.

"I haven't touched any drugs. Well, I've touched a little marijuana before, but you know this neighborhood, the ones who haven't are the weirdos."

Fiona paused, gritted her teeth and threw herself into Ron's arms, burying her whole face on his chest and murmuring: "I've been waiting for this day for too long, and I almost couldn't hold on. Well, here you go before I give up.”

Fiona originally thought that being born into such a family was a trick played by God on her. Even when a terrorist put a gun to her head and negotiated the price with the police, she felt that there was nothing wrong with dying like this. good.

Anyway, life is miserable every day, and life is not easy every day. If he dies, his family should be able to get a large pension. Smart Philip will definitely be able to keep some of the money before it is squandered by his dead father. Come and take care of your younger brothers and sisters.

Her only regret is that she will never see her family again.

Just when she closed her eyes and waited for death, there was a "bang" gunshot, and she was lying down peacefully, but it was her captor who hijacked her.

"Are you okay?" A hand stretched out to her. In her eyes, that figure was like an angel sent by God.

Ron was a little panicked: Girl, I just came here to find the plane, what the hell is this that you suddenly confessed to me? Question, what should I do if my romantic partner I haven’t seen for a long time finds me?

Waiting online, urgent!

"Well, if I remember correctly, we only met two or three times? Are you sure you don't think about it anymore? Maybe this is just gratitude, not love." Ron tried to struggle, but Fiona couldn't hold her. Damn it, Ron didn't want to hurt her.

"No need, I know what love is."

Then, Ron was hugged even harder, because as if to prevent him from escaping, Fiona even wrapped her legs around him.

I have to say, it feels really good.

"Okay, even so, I suggest you ask first, do I have a girlfriend? Or am I married..." Ron held Fiona's butt with his backhand.

He swore that he was really just afraid of her falling.

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by another mouth, and his lips parted for a long time: "No need, if you already have a girlfriend, I would rather be your lover."

"That's what you said." Ron scratched his head.

Fiona bit her lip: "The bedroom is over there."