The ghetto is like a cancer in New York City, a place of unbelievable squalor and sin.

Morgan pulled up his new Lincoln and stepped out of the cab, quickly realizing that he had been a little too reckless. He began to regret not having his gun with him, but strode at the street thugs, warning himself loudly that he would make them turn their stomachs out at the police station.

Fortunately, it was not yet dark, and a few thugs wearing thick silver chains looked at the Lincoln, a little unsure of Morgan's pathway, burst into a series of rap-like foul words, and left in a daze. The girl who had been threatened with the knife by them was still trembling and stood there like a frightened dove.

"Are you alright?" Morgan let out a long breath and asked the girl.

Recently renovated on Fifth Avenue, the neighborhood became a gateway for Morgan to get home. He usually tries to speed up the car to pass, but today he didn't expect to save someone halfway.

And she's a beauty.

The girl was about twenty years old, with long satin hair covering her face, and her head was always lowered and she did not say a word. She was wearing a plain long dress, her waist looked particularly weak, and the curvature of her chest was not exaggerated, but it was upright, and the scenery was enough to turn the most stable man into a beast.

Morgan said a few more words of comfort, and his gaze moved up from her fair and delicate neck, to her chin with a small mole, soft lips, and straight nose, and finally swallowed up by the blue, tear-filled eyes.

Morgan's mind "buzzed", and the 53-year-old body was instantly filled with raging flames that only he had felt when he was young. He felt his throat dry, and involuntarily licked his lips, and subconsciously inhaled, trying his best to put away his swollen belly, trying to make his standing posture more heroic.

The girl had raised her head, looking pitiful, and looked at Morgan as if she wanted to thank her, but she didn't speak, only bowed deeply.

Metis?

Morgan noticed that her skin was very different from that of a pure Caucasian, it was the greasy white of oriental porcelain, and that bowing action also gave him enough room for association, "You are from R country!" Do you speak English? ”

"No, I'm from country Z." The girl speaks softly and is fluent in M-style English.

"Country Z? Beautiful country. Morgan sighed.

It's really beautiful, there's no place that isn't beautiful, and the more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes. Although the female prosecutor who had an in-depth communication last month was young and hot, compared to the girl in front of her, she became an out-and-out piece of, and she was trampled on.

"Thank you for saving me, I have to go back." The girl bowed again, this time with two small white hands at her sides, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if remembering someone or something that she found interesting.

"I'll send you, the security here is very bad, and there are gangs everywhere." Morgan didn't see the fleeting smile, and quickly spoke.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "Thank you so much, sir, you are a good man." ”

"I should thank you, it's dirty, messy, and unappetizing. With a pretty girl like you in the car, I don't think it's that bad today, at least. "Morgan tried to show the funny side.

The girl laughed, and the shallow pear vortex on her cheek made Morgan's heart beat faster again, and the heat became more and more uncontrollable.

It's nice to be young, he thought.

The two had a good conversation along the way, and when Morgan learned that the girl's identity was a trainee lawyer, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I know a lot of friends in the legal profession in New York, and maybe they can give you some useful advice in the future." He quickly offered to have dinner with a tactful enough reason that he could not get the other party to refuse.

The girl looked a little surprised, and after thinking about it for a few minutes, timidly said, "I have to go home at nine o'clock in the evening." ”

"That's what I do for my daughter." Morgan replied with a smile, like a kind teacher.

One object was as hard as the gear lever, and he adjusted his sitting position so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. Women, regardless of age, are always very reserved when they first come into contact. But it also makes the hunt fun, and he loves the challenge.

The old seat of the Seine restaurant, flowers, champagne, French dinner.

The restaurant manager in tuxedos personally poured wine for the two of them and greeted them respectfully: "Judge Morgan, our baked snails have changed their taste, would you like to try them?" ”

"Ask my little girl!" Morgan laughed.

"Judge Morgan? New York Supreme Court Chief Officer. Fries?! The girl let out a low cry and covered her small mouth.

"Don't you know? This gentleman is His Excellency Morgan, the ** officer. "The restaurant manager was very knowledgeable.

Morgan looked at the girl's surprised expression, and his vanity was satisfied.

After the restaurant manager bowed back, the girl kept looking at Morgan with the eyes of an idol. **The official had the heart to whet her appetite, and it wasn't until half a bottle of champagne went down that he re-mentioned those lawyer friends, saying that he wanted to introduce her to her.

"I'm free this weekend and we'll go to the polo club together. You won't be without a relationship, I can teach you. You look a little bad at the same time, you look like a patient, this is not good! Girls, it's still good to exercise properly. Morgan had a different kind of sport in mind, one that was as intense as polo.

"I'm a little scared." The girl hesitated in reply.

"What are you afraid of, horses don't bite!" Morgan laughed, and the drunkenness and beauty made him drunk, "Poor little princess, I haven't asked your name until now!" ”

"Luoli." The girl smiled slightly, "My name is Luo Li." ”

After the meal, Morgan insisted on sending the girl home, and when he learned that she was living alone, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Then why do you still say that you have to go back at nine o'clock?" Are your parents going to call? ”

"I have a little beast and am still waiting for me at home." Luo Li replied softly.

**The official has no interest in pets and other things, and when he sent Luo Li to the door of the two-story building, he showed that he was very interested in coffee, "I'll go in and sit down and have a cup of coffee, don't you mind?" ”

"I only have instant coffee." Luo Li looked embarrassed.

"In the days of fast food, I often drank instant dissolving, do you think that standing here is an old-fashioned person?" Morgan has never minded any form of fast food, especially now.

The house is not big, and the decoration is very ordinary, which is completely different from the imaginary girl's residence. Luo Li invited Morgan to sit down in the living room and brought the brewed coffee, and the ** official took the cup and wiped her delicate fingers intentionally or unintentionally, but was lightly avoided.

"Sit down for a while, I'll take a shower and I'll be right back." Luo Li didn't seem to know how to be hospitable, and turned and walked upstairs.

This obvious enough hint that Morgan almost swallowed the coffee cup in his stomach, he stayed for a long time, heard the faint sound of water coming from above, and could no longer hold back the boiling **, three steps and two steps rushed up the stairs.

The bathroom door was open, and Morgan's heart was pounding, only to push it open to find it empty. The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn back excitedly, but his face turned pale with it.

Luo Li stood there neatly dressed, his eyes were cold, and there was one more person beside him.

In Morgan's view, that probably shouldn't be called a person.

(To be continued)