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Rolling around with the phone, it seems that Yahan and her mother have a tendency to talk on the phone, Jiaming shook his head, motioned a few times silently, and went to another room, and after a while, the female boss Monica brought something to eat. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info dragged a decent cart, and when he knocked on the door of Jiaming's side, Jiaming was still wearing his original clothes, but he had obviously taken a bath.

"Washed so quickly?" Yahan said.

"Battle bath." Jiaming replied with a smile, reaching out to lift the lid on the cart, and the aroma of food wafted out, fragrant steaks, eggs, buns, corn soup, and coffee, in duplicate, "Such a hearty breakfast." ”

"Probably according to the lunch specifications." Yahan, who was still wearing a thick bathrobe, smiled and shrugged, "So do you need anything?" Sir? ”

"Well, it's perfect if you need a beautiful woman to eat with me. Preferably as a teacher. ”

"As you wish." Nodding, Yahan smiled brightly and pushed the small food cart in, "But why a teacher?" ”

"I'm a student, the uniform is tempting...... Hmm, ahem......"

"Die!"

Laughing and kicking out, it was originally for show, naturally it was impossible to kick Jiaming, but one was unstable, the slippers flew out, and was caught by Jiaming, "Wow", she dotted on the carpet barefoot.

"Give me back my shoes...... Not...... Hmmm......"

Before the subconscious words were finished, Jiaming naturally leaned down, pinched her naked and white ankles, and reached out to help her put the slippers on. Yahan quieted down suddenly, I don't know why, there seemed to be a burst of soreness in the place where Jiaming pinched, and when Jiaming turned around and opened the curtains of the room, she twisted her feet on the carpet a few times and pushed the car over. When the curtains were opened, there was still a snowy view of the balcony similar to the other side, the sky light was shining in, a small table was placed in the room, and two chairs were placed on opposite sides, and she took a breath.

"Uh...... It's so beautiful, how long are we going to stay here? Jiaming? ”

"I don't know, it should be a day or two."

"I called my mom just now, and she said that the plane finally stopped, maybe for a few days."

"Looks like you've fallen in love with this place."

Talking and laughing, the two sat on either side of the chair and began to eat. They didn't rest well and didn't eat for a night, and both of them looked a little wolfing, but when they saw that Jiaming had killed most of the food in front of him, Yahan still smiled and cut half a steak, took two pieces of bread and handed them over.

"It's a lot." With a mouth full of corn soup, she said inarticulately.

"You're welcome, then."

Even though the other party rushed over a small half of the food, Jiaming still quickly solved the things in front of him, and while sitting there drinking coffee, Yahan also slowed down the speed of eating, and said a question: "You said this morning that you have two friends here who are in trouble......

"Well, their family is mafia." Nodding calmly, Jia Ming probably talked about the power of the New York mafia, the conflict between Gambino and Sally, "If it's just temporary, in fact, things are very settled, you know, I'm a killer, just find a place to John?" Damiko slammed ...... Guarantee that Gambino will mess with the first half of the year......"

When pretending to be Jian Suyan, he was cold and arrogant, ruthless, and he might feel very oppressive when he said these words, but at this time, with his ordinary appearance and joking-like expression, Yahan didn't feel the slightest bit of nervousness, but he knew that the other party was telling the truth, and in a strange mood, he laughed for a while: "Cut, you look like a killer now, people still think you play games." ”

"Well, there's no way, this kind of disguise is the best, and it's a true performance......" he touched his nose, "but this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause, in fact, Gambino doesn't matter, I'm worried about ......"

"What's that, Pei Luojia?"

"......" Jia Ming was stunned for a moment, then snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Quanzhong, in fact, according to the current situation, it is not difficult for Pei Luojia to know that they are my friends, but Pei Luojia's current situation ...... Oh, when Castro gave it to Zhuang? Amir has a lot of power, since Castro is dead, Zhuang should become the actual manager of the North American side, this person likes to watch "The Art of War", and the North American side must be desperate to rein in his strength, if I leave, he will not always think about revenge, of course, it is possible to curse me several times a day...... Well, he'll curse tulips......"

Since he had decided to tell Yahan about the matter, Jiaming didn't hide it. This is not very important and the dark insider, not to mention that the meaning of Yahan is different from Lingjing and Shasha, for those two girls, he hopes to give protection, for Yahan, he has always been friends in an equal way, his ability is actually not strong, what is more than 20 years ahead of the technology and understanding of the current batch of killers, the skill of killing actually comes from the idea of not wanting to die, and dealing with things is also done according to previous experience. In terms of true analysis and reaction, and innovation ability, he is at most just an ordinary person, and he is not even as good as Yahan. What's more, it's really nice to have a friend in this world who can say anything.

"In that case, can't you let that miracle of creation help you watch it?" Yahan said suspiciously.

"It seems that there is only this way, now it is the miracle of creation pressing Pei Luojia, the kingdom of wisdom is too deeply connected with the FBI and the NSA, it is basically a state machine, they will try to maintain a balance between the two sides, in this case, if there is a miracle of creation to take care of it, according to Zhuang's caution, there should be no major incident." Jia Ming nodded and smiled, "But...... I really don't want to have anything to do with these organizations......"

Yahan finished the last bit of steak and took a sip of thick soup: "It's like an old man......"

"I owe a favor, I don't want to pay it back in the future, I really don't want to be involved in this kind of thing, but there are some things I can't help but ......" he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Yahan frowned: "Then what should I do...... Let that Yanhuang Awakening help, you owe Yanhuang Awakening a favor, and then Yanhuang Awakening owes the miracle of creation, these two sides are united, isn't Pei Luojia even more afraid to move? You said that Yanhuang's awakening is not bad. ”

"Owe them a favor, and the end result is to join in. However, that is not important, the important thing is ......" Jiaming took a sip of coffee, "My teacher told me, even if you die, don't join any organization in this life, don't be ordered by anyone, in fact, his salary in Pei Luojia is already very high, there is not much to do, there is also free time, you can use it yourself, it doesn't matter anything...... But he still defected, probably for the sake of freedom......"

Seemingly infected by some emotions in Jia Ming's words, Yahan smiled, couldn't think of any good way in his heart, and after a while, he asked, "What do those two women have to do with you...... I'm asking you for Ling Jingsha! ”

Jia Ming smiled: "The two people I saved a few years ago, and then I met, one is thirty years old, and the other is her daughter, who just turned fourteen this year, what are you thinking?" Hehe, it's just a good friend......"

Hearing Jiaming say this, Yahan put his mind at ease, embarrassed to say a few words, the two sides laughed a few words, the two put away the tableware, and pushed out of the door according to Monica, because they didn't sleep well last night, it was necessary for both of them to make up for sleep, and said good morning at the door, Jiaming returned to the room, and the door behind him was pushed open again, Yahan stood outside the door and looked at him, and then rushed to him in three or two steps, his face was red.

"What's wrong...... Jiaming took a step back and subconsciously turned sideways to be on guard.

"I ...... Belch...... I ......" she stammered a little, taking a deep breath, "uh...... My wallet...... It looks like it's put here...... Yes...... Yes...... Isn't it...... Well, I misremembered, bye-bye, good morning, get a good night's sleep......"

Poof, Yahan ran out again with fast steps, and after about two seconds, he rushed back to the door and pulled the door on Jiaming's side with a smile, leaving Jiaming alone and rolling his eyes.

Outside the door, Yahan, who was wearing a thick white bathrobe, stood dumbfounded for a while, then pursed his lips, puffed out his cheeks, and gave himself a light slap in annoyance: "Idiot, ...... You're sick, you're ......."

Pushing the door into the room, she threw herself on the bed in three or two steps, pulled up the futon, squirmed a few times inside, and then reached out and threw the large bathrobe she had taken off on the floor next to the bed. He turned his head to close his eyes, then turned to the other side a moment later, and the light on the windowsill was too harsh, and soon he turned back to the side.

After going back and forth like this several times, she got out of bed wrapped in the quilt, jumped to the window and closed the curtains, jumped and turned, and with a bang, even the person with the quilt fell to the ground, and the naked upper half was exposed from the futon.

The room was warm enough that no one would see it, so she pulled up the quilt in a huff and squirmed back into the soft bed like a caterpillar. However, tossing and turning, for a while, I couldn't sleep.

"Zhang Yahan, you're dead, you're ......"

In the darkness, there was a woman's self-talk. In the room on the other side, Jiaming slept on the bed and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

About two hours later, Yahan was already asleep, and Jiaming opened his eyes and got up, and the time was ...... noon*

(To be continued)