[Zhongyingmei] Hello stranger

All kinds of exquisite lighting decorations in the banquet complement each other, which is too beautiful to behold, and Charles thinks that Shirley, who is close at hand, is even more dazzling.He danced slowly, with dimples showing on his smiling face, "Before I learned about Rick and Lauren, I always thought you had some kind of special relationship."

"Oh, my God, the probability of that kind of thing is simply zero." Shirley denied it with a smile in disbelief, and then pointedly pointed out: "Although he is not a driver, I don't think I There will be a relationship beyond friendship with people who play cars."

Charles understood, and smiled a little frustrated, "Then I have no chance?"

Not trying to embarrass him, Shirley frowned pretending to be confused, "But we are indeed friends, aren't we?"

Charles was not a stalker, so he led Shirley back to the wine table as the music faded away, and poured a glass of wine to her with a smile.Afterwards, he also poured a glass for himself and clinked glasses with her, "My friend is very good."

Xue Li drank the wine with a smile, and the two of them chatted fairly well, and the crowd around them were obviously agitated before they knew it.She stopped talking, and looked curiously at the same inexplicable people around, "Is something wrong?"

Keenly aware of something, Charles put down his wine glass, said to Shirley, "I'll go and see first, you wait here for me" and walked away, looking for Rick who was bound to know.Shirley, who thought it was just something wrong with the banquet, didn't pay much attention, she drank leisurely and waited for Charles to clean up the stall.

But it didn't take long for Charles to come back in a panic and a little guilty, and put Shirley's thin coat on her shoulders, "Sorry, a reporter came here. I don't know how they got the news, anyway You should leave first, so as not to be scribbled by the magazine."

Xue Li frowned in displeasure. She didn't ask more about the specific situation. She looked around and found that the reporter hadn't broken in before she felt relieved. "It's okay, what about you? Do you want to stay here?"

"I hosted the banquet. No matter what they write, I can't escape the responsibility." Charles shrugged helplessly, and raised his finger to a skinny boy in his twenties with a handsome backpack not far away, urging Xue Li walked out, "Don't worry, Rick will help me deal with it. This is Philip, he knows how to take you out, you can trust him."

Shirley smiled and looked at Philip who was running to him quickly, nodded gratefully to Charles, waved goodbye, and then walked away quickly behind Philip.

In the next second, the gate of the banquet hall was squeezed open by gossip reporters, and the camera's flash almost blinded Charles' eyes.He silently swallowed a mouthful of unspeakable resentment in his heart, and joined the drivers who had not had time to leave behind Rick who was coming from the other end with a smile, and looked at the faces full of curiosity in front of him with full of energy, at least not Ambiguous photographs were taken of any drug use or drunkenness.

And the hidden doors where Philip was going to take Shirley to leave were already crowded with reporters waiting on their feet. The inexperienced Shirley had to wait anxiously for his next move.In fact, she doesn't care what the reporters will write, but compared to the few seconds of showing her face in the Indy Race, publishing scandal photos in gossip magazines will obviously attract more public attention.That's what she's really trying to avoid.

After looking around quickly, Philip finally had to take off the backpack on his shoulders and pull out a blond wig to put on his head. He took out a black tennis cap and a key and handed it to Shirley, "Give me your coat. Me, you go out the door on the far left. Remember you only have six seconds at most, okay?"

Knowing that he was replacing her to distract the reporter's attention for a short time, Shirley eased her surprise, quickly twisted the golden curly hair that was spread out in the shawl, and stuffed it into the cap she took.She cooperatively took off her coat and handed it to him, thanked him with a smile, and then walked to another door.

Hearing her thank you, Philip was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he went to the door and dutifully pointed his finger at her.And Shirley saw him put down his last finger, opened the door in front of him and quickly turned into the alley with a sigh of relief, and felt even more grateful that she was not wearing a long skirt.

Surrounded by the reporters, Philip, who walked out with his head down, was quickly spotted, and the crowd quickly dispersed before they even had time to get discouraged, each looking for the real target.Not long after turning into the alley, Shirley soon heard the thrilling chase behind her, and hurriedly turned into another fork in the road and pulled past Morgan who had to come out to find a toilet because the bar toilet was overcrowded.

Morgan, who was so disturbed by the sudden situation that he almost peed out, was so muffled that he hadn't spoken yet.Quickly threw the hat back, smoothed her hair, and lowered her head to cover herself with Morgan's broad shoulders. Shirley lowered her voice and said in a tone that seemed to be discussing but clearly not giving Morgan a choice: "Do me a favor. Don't talk." .”

Morgan, who was at a loss in his mind, spread his hands in a daze, and when he saw Xue Li who was a little distance away from his chest raised his eyes quickly, he lowered his head as if frightened.Just when she was about to turn her head to see what was behind her, Morgan's helpless hands were somehow wrapped around her waist.Then he felt a warm breath on his neck, and her charming voice spread out in the quiet alleyway, "Well~ don't touch your hands randomly~"

The two reporters who were walking towards them looked at each other suspiciously, mistook the strong Morgan's helplessly tilting his head from side to side as kissing the man in his arms, and mistook his shaking hands because he was holding back his urine. Legs are seen as a symbol of unbearable lust.So under the consideration of not wanting to spoil other people's good deeds, they silently led their respective cameramen out of the lane and chased to another road.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Shirley moved away with a sigh of relief.Feeling that the other party put down her hand quite consciously, she cheerfully raised her hand and patted Morgan on the shoulder, smiling admiringly and saying, "Thank you, goodboy."

Morgan, who was completely confused about the situation and was speechless looking up at the sky, lowered his head. Before he could ask, he recognized Shirley, "Is that you?"

Shirley stopped laughing, and looked at him puzzledly, "Have we met?"

Morgan licked his lips, and the only words left in his mind were "what the hell is this".Although she has met three times in total, it is a bit speechless that she has no impression of herself.But after all, it was just a chance encounter, even if it might mean that he has a public face, he doesn't care, he just hopes that the other party can leave quickly with a good mood that he doesn't understand.

Seeing Morgan move aside without saying a word to get out of the way, Shirley, who thought he might just have misunderstood someone, smiled politely and left.Morgan, on the other hand, reluctantly pursed his lips against her smiling face, looked at her back helplessly and shook his head, raised his hand to caress his lips, and hurriedly continued to find the toilet to solve his personal problems as soon as possible.

After Morgan returned to the bar, the group took a special plane back to Quantico headquarters.After finishing the report at the headquarters the next day, Morgan, who was free for a while, thought about renting a house. He checked the time and thought it was appropriate, so he called Shirley.

The phone was not in the service area, and Morgan frowned, thinking that the other party might be busy.He hung up the phone without paying attention, put away his mobile phone and walked to the tea and coffee, and happened to meet Garcia who was standing by the bar and flipping through the newspaper. He approached with a smile, "Hey, what are you looking at?"

Garcia tilted his head with a smile and raised the gossip newspaper in his hand, pointed at the blond man with dimples in the center of the large section, "He. He is Charles Tyson. Not only has he won the Indy for three consecutive years The driver who won the 500 race has also endorsed many advertisements. He endorsed the milk I drank yesterday. He is currently ranked in the top three male gods in my mind, isn’t he handsome?”

Looking at Garcia, who had a standard nympho look in front of him, Morgan frowned amusedly.Although he was not as interested in men as she was, he still looked at her seriously, echoed the compliment and at the same time did not forget to tease her, "Indeed, but who are the other two in your top three? "

Garcia nodded with a serious smile, "One of them is pending, but what is certain is that you will be the number one."

Morgan tilted his head in satisfaction, then coffee recalled her words, and asked in confusion, "Since when did you become interested in racing?"

"No, I'm just interested in people," Garcia replied without looking up, looking down at the newspaper.Morgan, on the other hand, was drinking coffee, followed by reading the first few paragraphs of the article, and heard her say with a little regret: "Oh, the reporter photographed him and her in a private residence on the ninth block of Sycamore Avenue in Miami yesterday. A photo of a woman dancing intimately. They speculate that she is the driver Shirley, but unfortunately the reporters have never found her photo..."

"It seems that she is quite personal*, but you don't have to take this kind of scandal seriously, most of the time it's just the magazine's wishful thinking." Morgan continued, and when he saw the address on the article but felt a little familiar, he subconsciously looked at The blond woman with only her back in the picture frowned imperceptibly, "Really?"

Garcia looked up at him inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Morgan shook his hands casually, "Are there no photos of her during the competition?"

Garcia: "There are, but those are very blurry after zooming in, and you can't see them clearly at all."

Morgan drank his coffee and nodded, considering that Shirley might just use himself to hide from the reporter, he forgave her for preventing her from going to the toilet, "But if you see me and look at the photos, you should recognize it. Are you out?"

Garcia: "I think so... have you seen it?"

Although the location and costumes are correct, Morgan is not 100% sure, "Are there any photos of her competition here?"

Garcia wanted to know what Shirley, who was having an affair with her male god, looked like, quickly flipped out the previous newspaper, flipped through a few pages and handed it to him, "This is it."

Looking at the zoomed-in photo that was really blurry, Morgan grinned and shook his eyebrows, "That's right, it's her. Haven't you seen it too?"

Putting down the newspaper, Garcia asked blankly, "When did I see you?"

Seeing her dumbfounded appearance, Morgan smiled in surprise, "She was the one who bumped into me outside the Las Vegas police station."

Garcia furrowed his brows fiercely to remember, but couldn't remember after all, "Oh, my God, I don't have any memory at all."

Morgan frowned in confusion, "How come, how do I remember?"

Garcia said angrily: "No, I only remember this incident, but I can't remember her appearance."

"Oh." Morgan sighed in confusion, and before he could continue speaking, he heard the phone ring.He took out his mobile phone and looked at "Shirley Davis" on the screen, hesitantly did not answer but asked Garcia, "What's her name?"

"Shirley Davis."

Hearing Garcia's answer, Morgan sighed "This is absolutely impossible", and then answered the phone in confusion.