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He looked at Han Fei's room, smiled, did not disturb her, and let her sleep for a while

He and Obama left the suite.

Han Fei was actually awake, and she could vaguely hear the voices of Lin Fei and Auba.

She knew that Lin Fei and Oba had left. Seeing that Lin Fei didn't come to knock on the door, she knew that he didn't mean to bring her.

Probably because she wants to rest well, she thought sweetly in her heart.

Lin Fei and Auba soon left the Plaza Hotel in New York

A large house with typical American style Kurt in his backyard, playing football with his son.

He was in control of the football, and his five-year-old son clumsily surrounded him, happily chasing after the football, with a cheerful laugh from his mouth.

Accidentally, the little boy fell to the ground.

Kurt didn't walk over, just stood there smiling, waiting for his younger son to get up by himself and continue running.

In China, it is common for such children to wrestle, and no adults will help children.

This has also led to Chinese children learning to be independent at a very young age.

They understand that they must rely on their own efforts, not on adults.

This is completely different from the way Xia Guo's children are raised.

The two were playing happily when Mrs. Cotter's voice came from the room.

"Cott!"

"Don't play with the little son."

"Someone is looking for you outside."

Kurt wondered why anyone would look for me at this time.

He has been resting at home and spending time with his family.

He has been resting for a long time, and as for the new job, he has not thought about it carefully for the time being.

"We'll play later."

"Now go to your mother's place."

"Wash your hands and change your clothes."

Kurt said to his younger son.

He couldn't leave his younger son alone in the backyard.

The younger son understood, ran into the house, and ran to his mother.

Only then did Kurt withdraw his gaze, turned and walked directly from the backyard to the front yard.

The gate of the courtyard.

Two people stood there.

Kurt looked at it, a handsome oriental man, very young, but he did not know.

The other is a typical Chinese. He feels a little familiar. He seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it for a while.

"Two gentlemen!"

"Hello!"

"I'm Kurt."

Kurt simply introduced himself.

"Mr. Kurt!"

"Hello!"

"I'm Obama."

Obama also introduced himself. He had not met Kurt before, and it was not surprising that Kurt did not know him.

"you"

"You are Mr. Senator"

As soon as Obama introduced it, Kurt immediately.

recognized it.

He felt that Auba was familiar, and during this period of time, there was a lot of rumors about the murder of a member of parliament.

Although he didn't pay much attention, he still took a few glances and naturally remembered the appearance of Auba.

This...Oba MP was misunderstood by everyone at first, and then a dramatic turnaround occurred when he was tried in court.

It turned out that the murderer was someone else, and he was also a member of parliament.

As soon as Obama introduced it, he immediately remembered it, no wonder he felt this face familiar.