Hidden Assassin

In New York City in winter, the daylight always gives people the feeling that there is not enough sunlight, but no matter what, when the sun is slanting to the west, looking from the seaside, the billowing red clouds that the sun gushes out pass over the huge city When the boundless high-rise buildings spread over the sky, it always gives people an indescribable awe. When the vehicle entered the gate of the manor, Jia Ming sat in the back row and watched the scene. Heidi knelt on the passenger seat, with her hands lying on the back of the chair, and her eyes were shining brightly at him.

How long will you be here?

Uh...it depends. 

what's the situation?

Secret...well, Marilyn...

What?

Before Heidi had time to express her anger, Marilyn turned her head reflexively at almost the same time Jia Ming called out her name, and then there was a bang, and the car hit the fountain in the square in front of the manor that needed to be detoured , since the car was originally driven slowly, this time it just shocked the mother and daughter Marilyn, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Uh, I just think...you seemed to be driving a little absent-mindedly just now, uh, it's a little crooked...

Jia Ming spread his hands, Marilyn blinked in front of her, was silent for two seconds, and then smiled with a reddish face.  Seeing someone approaching, she opened the car door and went out, and Jia Ming and Heidi also got out of the car. The woman in a brown windbreaker leaned over to look at the damaged area ahead, then held the front of the car and stroked her hair helplessly, shrugged with a smile, and tapped her high heels on the ground a few times.  This is her habitual action when she is hesitant or at a loss, but at this moment, it is full of sexy and charming taste.

Uh...Tommy, would you please take this car for repairs?. Handing the key to a burly black man who approached first, she said with a smile, I have guests. 

Okay. The black man made a friendly gesture of no problem, but couldn't help looking at Jia Ming a few more times. This manor seems to occupy an extremely large area. In addition to the largest main villa in front, there are also many villas and cottages of different shapes around. It looks like a village or a military base. It is evening, and many people can be seen walking around from far and near. Many of them can clearly know that they are patrolling. Most of these are Salier's black hands. members of the party.

Go, take you to the place where Heidi and I live, um. It's that little house over there. 

Following the direction that Marilyn pointed, it was a small two-story building in the center, very close to the residence. It was a little smaller than the surrounding buildings, but it was quite large for only two people living there. , Heidi had already waved her hands and ran ahead, during this period. Many men and women from far and near cast interested glances, presumably curious that Marilyn and her daughter would have such a friend.

Since Tang Jingyao's death, Marilyn, who was originally somewhat autistic, chose to participate in part of the family business, and began to communicate and contact more people. She was a school girl who was sought after in the university more than ten years ago. Not a lot. The ability to be slick in all directions in the mall and to be able to do everything from right to left has long been established, but in personal interactions, there are few real friends. Even Joseph, who is very popular in the Salier family, keeps a clear distance. Heidi had heard about these things, how her mother silenced people when she negotiated, how Uncle Joseph was rejected by her mother, and so on.

When he came to the small building and entered the door, Jia Ming glanced at the back. I saw the door of the manor owner's villa not far away. A slightly fat old man in a black suit is sending a guest out. Looking this way, Marilyn turned her head and said, Come in.  Then she also saw the man and nodded from a distance. …

Your father?

Well, my father. 

Victor.  Salier. The current godfather of this mafia family, but this identity is not enough to cause Jia Ming to have any extra thoughts, nodded, he followed Marilyn into the house, and then closed the door.

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Dinner is a takeaway from a Chinese restaurant outside.

Originally, Marilyn's plan was to cook by herself and show Jiaming her skills, but firstly, it was too late, and secondly, the family didn't have much stock at all. Finally, after making the grand wish of going to make a big purchase tomorrow, Marilyn finally called for takeaway. The meal for the three of them was enjoyable, with lazy heating and warm lighting, the three of them sat at a simple dining table, and they didn't know whether this scene should be named Mother and Children or Sister's Little Sister Husbands and their daughters are better.

After eating, Jia Ming and Heidi took turns taking a bath. Jia Ming and Heidi sat on the blanket and played games on the TV. After a while, Marilyn also came out wearing a white nightdress, curling her fair calves on the sofa behind, combing Blowing 70% dry hair with a hair dryer, while watching the two play games, at about nine o'clock, the doorbell rang, and Marilyn walked over to open the door, mixed in the sound of the game and Heidi's occasional excited shouts, Can vaguely hear the sound of the door. Marilyn just opened the door slightly, as if she didn't intend to let that person in, but she could still see that standing outside the door was Joseph who had met Jia Ming before.

Can I go in...

Sorry, already...

I heard that you have guests...

Friends from China, you have seen...

That time he took you away without saying a word, that was very dangerous...

That's my freedom. 

...I just care about you. 

Thanks……

I want to know the purpose of his coming...Although he is a child, he is...dangerous...

I don't think...that's his freedom, it has nothing to do with you...

The safety of the family must be guaranteed...

Any result of him...I take responsibility...

The Gambino family is now...

……I see.

The voices of the two were indistinct, and they seemed to be suppressing their voices to quarrel. Last time in Jianghai, Jia Ming's behavior of taking Marilyn and Heidi away directly gave Joseph a bad impression, but Marilyn's attitude Resolute, he naturally couldn't say anything, the two talked at the door for about five or six minutes, Marilyn closed the door, and then curled up on the sofa with her body shivering from the cold wind outside, holding a big pillow In my arms.

so cold……

Why don't you let him in, and insist on opening the door to chat with him?

Mommy never let him in because he wanted to pursue Mommy.  Holding the controller of the game console, Heidi replied with a smile, After returning from China this year, he had a fight with Mommy, and then Mommy wouldn’t let him in.  Grandpa said that because Mommy was timid, he was afraid that if he let Uncle Joseph in, he would fall in love with him. ”

Is it true?

Cut, play your game...

Grandpa said it. It's none of my business. 

The three of you talked and laughed, and no one mentioned too sensitive things, such as why Jia Ming came here. Even Heidi, after being in contact with Jia Ming for so long, understands Most of these questions are taboos that she should not ask. Even if she asks, it is mostly self-defeating. Marilyn sits in the back, occasionally taking the handle of Jiaming or her daughter, and being severely abused by her opponent on the screen. , with gentle laughter, until... late at night...

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After doing the same thing, it will gradually become a habit, just like the relationship between Jia Ming and Marilyn, there was a first time by accident, and a second time because of taking into account the feelings of the other party. The third time, at the end, the meaning of doing this has long been blurred, but after getting used to some things, it becomes a reason to verify the existence of oneself to the other party. The soft body of the skirt squeezed into the bed, and Jia Ming didn't feel unnatural. …

Can you borrow me to sleep here?. In the darkness, the woman spoke softly.

You used to sleep in with no clothes on. 

If you want to see... just turn on the light...

Heh... that's good. 

The bodies were close together, and the hands were put on each other's body, but there were not many follow-up actions. After a long time, I heard the woman's whisper: Is there anything important this time?.

Come and kill some people. 

Hmm... Marilyn made a comfortable voice as her cheeks rubbed together in the darkness. She didn't seem to care too much about Jia Ming's answer, and said after a while: How many people to kill? Will you stay here for a while? .

Kill them to be afraid... something happened.  Gently, the hand slid down the curve of the woman's back, to the buttocks and thighs, and then slowly lifted the hem of the skirt, sliding into the mysterious area: It's already so wet...

Bath...not dry yet...

Oh, it's been four or five hours...

Uh, uh... I don't know why, it's been like this since I saw you...

So it crashed?

Well... from then... to now... With a light panting sound, she curled up her slender legs so that the other party could take off the thin lace cloth from the nightdress, and then , that hand stretched in again, and not long after, Jia Ming laughed.

If I say... I have to go out tonight, what will you do?

After hesitating for a while, she bit her lower lip and whispered:

Hmm... help me... with your hands... okay...

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