Hidden Assassin

The Zhou bonfire burned, and the crowd fell into an unspeakable silence. After the silence, the laughter broke out. At this time, only from the horrified eyes of everyone, it can be understood that this silence obviously does not have that kind of follow-up effect. At this time, Mike and Gamor fell to the ground and looked up at the young man's figure, while behind him at home, Shirley, kneeling on the ground with his horns on his knees, had not been able to stand up, covering his mouth with one hand, Looking forward to the big iron box and the debris that was constantly falling, muttered in his mouth: "oh-my-d ... oh-my-d ..."

"Ah ... heh ..."

For a long while, only the coughing noise came from the factory building where everyone was breathing. Looking back, Ya Han looked at him side by side, coughing lightly and rubbing her chest while she stretched her hands-she was drooling.

Standing there, Jia Ming took a deep breath, a slight smile on his face.

From the perspective of ordinary people, being looked at by so many people with astonishment or awe, and nana speechless is really a matter of fulfilling vanity, but at home, it is like this Vanity can only bring a faint sense of powerlessness. She shook up Shirley behind her and patted her on the shoulder: "Good fight, keep working hard." He walked towards Yahan.

On the opposite side, Ya Han patted his chest and looked at him with a stunned smile. She was surprised and somewhat novel. She had known Jia Ming's power before, but she had never seen it happen when he actually shot it. Inhuman degree.

Gently, he took her hand.

"Uh, you ..."

"We should go."

"Well? Where to go ..."

"leave here."

No one was talking around, but when the two went out of the building holding hands, several people in front of them subconsciously gave way. As he passed by Mike, Yahan turned his head, extended his hand and waved with a smile, saying thank you and goodbye. Soon, the two disappeared into the snow-covered world under the watchful eyes of everyone ...

Leaving the town, they lived in a tent in the nearby snow-covered mountain forest that night with a tent. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, and even no artificial traces, they cleared away the snow in the woods, and then lit a bonfire. After the snow, the night sky was cloudless. Through the forest skeleton formed by straight trunks, the sky can be clearly seen Twinkling starlight.

With Jiaming's extensive knowledge of wild life, he had already prepared everything in advance. This night was not cold, of course, due to Yahan's physical problems, the two just hugged and slept for one night. the next day. The two returned to New York, and the whole city had a warm atmosphere full of Christmas.

Due to the snow stop, the original grounded flight has also taken off again at this time, but it has temporarily returned to the United States. Castro has just died. If he took the plane, there would be a risk of being overwhelmed by the US government. Do anything extraordinary. The matter of returning home is arranged by Yan Huang Awakening. During this day, the two went shopping in the busiest shops in New York City for a day. In the evening, Yan Huang Awakening had arranged an ocean freighter who secretly returned to China in the form of smuggling. At more than nine o'clock in the evening, Jiaming and Yahan broke up temporarily and drove alone to the Sallie Manor.

Over the wall, sneaked through the guarded small square and garden, sneaking into the second floor of the villa. Everything in the room where he stayed was as it was yesterday, even the bedding was messy, and he still looked like he was when he left more than two days ago.

He pushed in the window, passed the room, and entered the corridor inside the villa. He smelled a faint scent of alcohol. The sound of the TV series came faintly. The heating seemed to be inadequate. Going to the corner of the stairs in the corridor, the light in the living room below was off, but the TV was on. The light flickered on and off a little in the living room, and then he saw Marilyn on the sofa.

In the light of the beating TV, he walked silently, wearing a thin nightdress, and the blonde woman seemed to curl up on the sofa and fell asleep.

Western women are prone to aging, and many women will quickly become bloated after giving birth. Even if it is not too obvious, their waist circumference will tend to be larger than others. After entering the age of thirty, wrinkles and spots on their faces will appear. The production of skin and sagging of the skin is much faster than that of the Orientals. However, perhaps related to life experience, these symptoms that make people look aging did not show any clue on Marilyn's body.

After her 30th birthday, her skin is still smooth and delicate like a girl, her waist is slender, her legs are long and sexy, and her **** are plump but not bloated. She had given birth to Heidi to Tang Jingyao in her teens, and has been living a lonely life in the United States since then. In the years after being rescued by Jia Ming in 1995, she began to contact the outside world. While the whole person becomes mature and autonomous, the body maintains a vitality like a girl. But at this moment, this still **** and seductive body has a never seen before, as if dying.

The nightdress was a bit messy, and the wine was all around. She curled up and lay there, frowning tightly in her dreams, a blond hair messing up to the side, and when Jia Ming approached, his left hand on the edge of the sofa slightly With a trembling and slamming sound, a wine bottle fell to the ground, and half a bottle of liquor was flowing freely, soaking the surrounding carpet. There is a coffee table in front of it, and there are several whiskey bottles that have been drunk.

He walked over and picked up the wine bottle and put it on the coffee table. He squatted down on the sofa and looked at her sleeping style. This was the first time she saw it from her.

I remember more than three years ago, after Tang Jingyao died in Jianghai, she wanted to commit suicide and was stopped by him. It should be the most painful moment in her life, but after that, she chose to seduce a child to forget these Pain, even then, he had never seen her become what she is today.

Maybe just as love cannot be a guarantee of life forever, responsibility and accommodation can make people grow old, so they lose the trust of the soul.

It's even more sad to be a lover. Three years ago, what he saw was a silk-like woman who could not survive, and once thought that the silk would mature afterwards. At least it will reduce a certain degree of dependence, but now it seems that the silk strain becomes more dependent and more hopeless ...

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He rarely sighs, because there are few things that really make him feel helpless. However, at this moment, he finally sighs softly, and it is difficult to tell in his heart what it feels like. Immediately, Marilyn tightened her body again. Slightly trembled. Jia Ming stood up, found the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room, raised the temperature, and when he looked back, the figure on the sofa sat up and wondered at him.

Jiaming didn't have much surprise, and over there, he seemed to be confirming whether there was an illusion. For a moment neither side spoke. For a moment, Marilyn suddenly tilted her head to the side, and vomited with a wow, the unpleasant smell of wine and sourness permeated in the living room. Jia Ming picked up the small trash can and walked over, then patted her back.

The vomiting over the river lasted for about half a minute, and she recovered her breath slightly. Marilyn tilted her head and said, "You, really ..." Immediately, Jia Ming took the napkin that wiped her mouth to stop her speech.

"I have a few hours left in the United States to come and see you."

Jia said faintly, after a while of silence, Marilyn said as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry ..."

"No. It was my fault not to explain last time ... you are right ..."

Marilyn shook her head stupidly, her mind was still a little confused, and she didn't know how to answer: "Heidi ... Heidi fell asleep, and I coaxed her for a long time ... I finally fell asleep, and 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 get up, then fell down weakly again, and Jia Ming shook her head: "Wait a minute, don't worry." She reached out and hugged her. At this moment, Marilyn's body was filled with alcohol, and she vomited a little. The filth splashed on the nightdress, smelled like a beggar or an alcoholic who lived in a dark alley in New York. When holding her upstairs, Marilyn held her arm tightly with both hands. As if he could disappear at any time. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..."

"You seem to be getting heavier." Jia Ming joked.

Entering Marilyn's room, Jia Ming walked into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water. But just to put her down, Marilyn shook her head as if frightened: "You need to take a hot bath, Don't worry, I won't go. "

Marilyn still hugged his hands firmly and looked at him softly: "You help me wash."

For the two, this was not a taboo. Jia Ming put her in hot water, took off her soaked nightdress and underwear for her, picked up a bath towel and scrubbed her body, when he laughed "I have never done anything like this except Heidi, and you're not a kid." Marilyn scrubbed it herself, but still kept him by his side.

At this moment, she was weak and drunk. When she stood up, she was shaking, the steam was steaming, and she was a little bit nervous. After taking a shower, Jia Ming wrapped her entire body with a large towel and hugged it to the bed. Curled up beside him for a long while, Marilyn asked weakly, "Do you want me?"

"Well, I need a land."

This unhesitating answer reassured her, covering her entire body with a wide bath towel, and she leaned tightly against Jia Ming, curled up beside him. Although Jia Ming's appearance seems to be a teenager, she is already a fully mature and independent woman. However, there may be few shots that can show the concept of the word "bird to human" if contrasted. He said a few words on the bed. When it came to Heidi, Jia Ming waved at the door: "Come in."

The door was opened slightly, and there was the little girl with her head down and her face full of confusion and turmoil. She pulled her fingers on the corners of her clothes, and there seemed to be tears on her face. Maybe you need to do something. She was not noticed, she was not wearing shoes, and her small barefoot was rubbing helplessly.

Hesitating for a moment, she entered the room timidly. Marilyn sat subconsciously in her body, pulled the towel on her body, and left the house to brighten up. But Heidi didn't pounce on Jia Ming as usual, but instead bypassed Jia Ming, climbed into bed, and sat next to her mother. Marilyn reached out and hugged her.

Touching Heidi's head lightly, Jia Ming laughed: "I don't dislike you, but there are some things that you are too young to understand."

"Sorry……"

"I said ~ www.readwn.com ~ I didn't dislike you."

"You don't like me, you like mother." The girl murmured softly, and still seemed to have a reluctance in her resentment, "I can't **** her ..."

I do n’t know how to answer this. Marilyn could only hug her daughter silently and looked at Jiaming in a panic, but Jiaming smiled: "I do n’t tell this to children, you are also dirty Let ’s take a hot bath. I have two hours left. Before that, I ’ll help you get some food. ”

He said to get out of bed, then went out of the corridor and pulled the door backhand. The mother and daughter on the bed looked at the closed door. Marilyn whispered, "Go and take a shower." Heidi nodded and got out of the bed. Then she pulled suddenly, and in the light of Marilyn's soft cry, she ran into the bathroom with a large towel, and slammed the door shut.

Sitting on the bed with her body in mind, Marilyn didn't know if she was laughing or annoying, or worrying about her daughter. After a while, she had to lie weakly in the bed and find her clothes in the closet. In the bathroom, Heidi was holding the towel, and her face was still smiling with a mischief, but her tears were shed. For a moment, she bit her thick towel and trembled, crying silently, Leaning against the wall, slowly sliding down ...