I love you, I won't kill you

A two-minute commercial for the Marine Corps enlistment was inserted into the sports show.From the extremely beautiful and soft picture, a group of male marines in combat uniforms are saluting a female marine.

The slogan in the advertisement said: "There are no female Marines, we are all Marines." On the machine gun console of the transport truck, the main driving position of the Apache gunship and in the cockpit of the fighter jet.

Julie kept staring at the serious face, calm face, and smiling face of the female marine in the advertisement.She could no longer control her emotions and seemed to feel tears rolling from her eyes onto the marble floors of the building.

She didn't pay attention to the people passing by and what happened, a baritone voice came into her ears abnormally, "Well... If this is my girlfriend, I will be very happy to accept her Everything. But I don't agree with this point of view, why send good girls to the Middle East, shouldn't all this be a thing for men to do?"

Julie looked back at the people around her, forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, I...I'm late."

Professor Calder shook his head, then looked at the elevator in front of him, "It's okay, let's talk upstairs."

Walking into the elevator, Calder continued calmly, "As a tutor, it is necessary to care about their psychological state while teaching students. If this is just an advertisement, I don't want it to be your job obstacles."

"I know, professor. My emotions are fine, I can continue to work." Julie withdrew her mind and replied simply.

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It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and Julie was still organizing folders at her desk.She planned to use the time before dinner to visit a client in a slum area.

The phone on the desk rang, and he answered habitually, "Calder Law Firm, what can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for Julie Mitchell, can you put me through?" It turned out to be Colleen's call.

"Hehehe, of course not. Because she is answering a lawsuit call from a future superstar." Julie joked and leaned heavily on the back of the sofa.

On the other end of the phone, Colleen didn't scold her or say anything boring, but just laughed.After a few seconds, he continued, "Then, is it okay for the superstar to invite her 'personal lawyer' to dinner?"

"Of course, dear. But have you brought enough money? I'm not going to a fancy restaurant."

I couldn't see Colleen's expression, but I felt some excitement in her tone, "Oh, it seems that some people are not going to celebrate for me. Well, let me think about it, on the days when I get paychecks, I should go to Who eats this dinner."

While looking at the lawsuit documents, Julie listened to Colleen's phone call, "Impossible? God, you got your salary so soon?"

"Of course, have you forgotten what I told you? Well, what time do you come out? I'll pick you up."

"Hmm... about 05:30. When you get downstairs, call me."

Usually, the concept of time that Julie talks about verbally, no matter what she is doing, it has to be postponed for more than ten minutes.Colleen was too used to this to scold her, or blame her for not showing up on time.

After parking the car in the downstairs parking space for a few minutes, Colleen still enjoyed the scenery on the roadside in a leisurely manner.The lady's cigarette in her hand was almost burned to the end, but she never put it in her mouth.

When the hell did you start smoking? "Julie frowned, talking, opened the car door and got in.

"Oh...just smoke once in a while. If you don't like it, I don't have to." Colleen quickly threw the cigarette butt out of the car and looked at her.

Julie just smiled, put her bag on the back seat and fastened her seat belt, "This habit will affect your future acting career. Unless you want to continue to be a model or an actor, you'd better quit this thing. "

Colleen laughed. "Oh... well, I'll give it a try. How about it, which restaurant?"

It doesn't matter what restaurant you go to, and it doesn't matter which country's specialties you eat.Apart from the case at hand, what weighs on Julie's heart now is the face she saw on TV in the afternoon.

Julie was indeed very angry about what happened to Amanda and her high school classmate Nora.How much I love her, how much I want to be with her, but she is like a "sex maniac", rolling the sheets with another woman on the big motel bed.

Julie watched coldly, the "ugly" expression when they were about to reach their peak.All she wanted now was to step up and kick the door open, slap the naked Nora a few times, and drag her from the bed to the floor.This allows truck drivers passing by or staying in hotels to have fun with this naked woman.

What was unexpected was that the two shameless guys who were still fooling around didn't even lock the door.The clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the constant screams filled her ears.

Suppressing her anger, Julie politely reached out and knocked on the door, "Amanda, are you inside?"

"Damn, why did she come here? Get up and put on your clothes." Amanda pushed Nora away from her body and jumped onto the floor naked and whispered.

"Ah... I'm here, I'll be here soon." Amanda hurriedly grabbed a pair of black panties on the ground and put them on.The lower body was put on, but she couldn't care less about using anything to cover the two beautiful things on her chest.

He stepped forward to unlock the door, looked at Julie in front of him, and murmured, "I'm sorry, Julie. Let me explain."

"Go to hell, are you going to walk out like this?" Julie yelled, stepping forward and hugging Amanda.When anger turned into love in an instant, she only had such an ugly lover in her eyes.

"I...I...I'm really sorry..." Amanda didn't know how to explain for a while, and faltered.

She was waiting for Julie to yell at her, or to slap her twice.But what she didn't understand was that Julie, who was only wearing a pair of panties, just walked back into the room with her arms around her.

Nora was a little nervous, and quickly pulled the sheet over her chest.Looking at the two of them all the time, she really wanted to say sorry to one of them.But his mouth moved, but he didn't say a word.

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