Hidden Assassin: Volume 3 Cohabitation Times, Section 115 I have something to tell you

For the burnt wire, replace it with a new fuse, pull down the switch, and the colorful lights come on again. He slapped a large pile of snow falling from the roof of the house. When he opened the door to enter, Jia Ming complained slightly: "Obviously it should be a relaxing Christmas Eve, but in the end I have to run out to repair the switch, you guys...wow ……"

On the other side, Yahan took a small pillow on the seat and rushed over. Jiaming knew that he was wrong, and ran away. The two chased and fought in the room. Lingjing and Shasha walked from the kitchen. Take out the dishes, drinks, etc., while cheering for Yahan.

"Hey! Please, I'm worried about your safety, and I haven't thought about other things..."

"If you think about it, it's not like hitting you today, you bastard, stop me. I want to hit you a hundred times..."

"It's strange, I would rather be a **** than a fool..."

Just now Jiaming and Lingjing came back. Suddenly they saw that the lights of the entire villa were all turned off. Jiaming thought for a while that something major had happened. Who knew it was Shasha who put the wrong thing in the microwave and bake it in the microwave. The explosion caught fire and the wires were short-circuited. When Jiaming rushed in, Yahan fell in the bathroom because the light suddenly went out, and opened the door recklessly. Although the light was not strong, it was enough for Jiaming to see Yahan's body cleanly. The time Yahan sneaked into the Zhang family villa because of the escaped marriage incident, Yahan had already shown it twice in front of Jiaming in a full body state. When Jiaming repaired the switch, she naturally launched a vicious pursuit.

Speaking of it, it’s really aggrieved. Everyone has to go out and confuse. If you make a mistake, you must admit it. If you are beaten, you must stand at attention. How can someone like Jia Ming, who has done something wrong, can still show up. The deputy was upright and arrogant. He was naked and seen twice by him, but he didn't have the least thought to be responsible. He refused to be beaten lightly by the pillow, and he was full of words that he was a violent woman and a shrew. , It's...too hateful...

He chased down from downstairs to upstairs for a while, and then chased down from upstairs. After all the things on the table were set, Yahan, who was running out of breath but did not touch the corner of Jia Ming's clothes, bit. Yahan will grab all the food that Jiaming wants to pick up, and it seems to be gnawing Jiaming. After a few people have been together for a long time, it is natural to understand Yahan. Han's occasional childishness, for Lingjing and Shasha, this kind of childishness should still be the biggest reason for the friendship between the four.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, eating delicious dishes, drinking cola, orange juice and other beverages, talking and laughing, when Lingjing asked about the "Dongfeng Broken", Yahan's eyes widened: "Me? I don't know how to write songs. Although I have learned guitar for a while, I am far from writing songs...Lingjing, you mean, this kid wrote a song?"

"Hmm." Lingjing nodded, and then vividly talked about the scene at the banquet. Shasha and Yahan's eyes widened. When Lingjing slowly hummed the melody of the song, Ya Han took a guitar from upstairs and threw it to Jia Ming. Before the meal was finished, Jia Ming put down the orange juice in his hand: "Sing here? Use the guitar?"

"Yes." Lingjing nodded of course, and Shasha also asked him to sing again. Jiaming smiled: "My stomach is not full yet, so don't worry at all that I can't play guitar... …"

For a moment, the guitar version of "East Wind Broken" sounded lightly in the room.

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When the song was finished, there was only the sound of the TV series in the room. Yahan stared for a long time: "You really wrote it, right?"

"Surely not." Sha Sha stared at him from across the table, "I never saw him touch these things."

Lingjing nodded: "It must have been stolen from someone else..."

According to Jia Ming’s original character, the more convergent the skills, the better, but since the three women in front of you already know their killer’s identity and can entertain them, there’s no need to hide too much. After all, at school Both Li Lingjing and Shasha were coveted by others, and he should have been a little more or less glorious. Right now he rolled his eyes: "You don't believe in my character too..."

"Haha." Shasha smiled, "Of course I don't believe in things that don't."

Yahan nodded, expressing the most serious contempt for Jia Ming’s character: "Unless you can come up with other evidence, um, there must be targeted ones, such as acquaintances, circumstances, and people. Ah what, I heard that anyone who can compose can just hum a paragraph, right?"

"Really?" Jia Ming curled his lips.

"Of course."

"Okay, then you should be fine."

Hearing what he said, Yahan's face was slightly red and red: "What, what should I do?"

"Yahan, you are studying in Cambridge, um, this song is called "Farewell to Cambridge", for the beautiful, cute, simple and charming Miss Zhang Yahan."

Such praise words are something that Jiaming is used to when he plays a street singer or a bar singer. However, at this time, Yahan, who is used to playing with Jiaming, feels hot. After making a glass of juice to block the slightly unnatural expression, rustling turned off the TV, and then, the brisk guitar sound jumped out.

"The horseshoe stepped across the stone streets

Someone prays deep in the narrow alley

The puddle church dumped after the rain

The forty-degree angle of the stream of consciousness

A half stone sculpture stands in front of the library

Six pennies take away a sketch

The fireplace spit out flames all day long lonely

The years under the kerosene lamp will not be disturbed

You are lonely in Cambridge wearing a black academic gown

You use verses to sing love with beautiful rhymes

A ship of Xinghui witnesses the classical embrace

That piece of aquatic plant still misses the long oval you held..."

The songs sung by SHE will only be sung from Jia Ming's mouth after ten years. The three people in front of them all have lovely expressions of exclamation,

Shrugged, Lingjing whispered to Shasha for a while, Yahan slapped back with the cushion on her back, tapped on the bright head of the house several times, and said, "What is my life in Cambridge? Yes, you just sing indiscriminately."

"Hey, I just sang the lyrics casually, just rhyme, I'll let you die! You are not lonely in Cambridge, have you played with a lot of boyfriends? Why haven't you brought it back?"

"You, you." Yahan flushed with anger, "Huh, anyway, I don't believe it. You must have known a song like this by coincidence. You should sing another song according to yourself."

"Myself." Jia Ming smiled, his fingers were already fiddled on the guitar, "Gray space..."

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At two o'clock in the morning, after turning up the stairs on the second floor, Jia Ming opened the glass door, and cold air rushed in. Outside is a small platform, the snow is still falling down, the surroundings have fallen into tranquility, and the people celebrating Christmas have also fallen asleep, but the colorful lights on the roof and the Christmas tree are still on and the convergence is farther. A spot of light in the city, a festive atmosphere frozen in the snow. The sound of the guitar came gently from Yahan's room.

I worked as a jukebox for more than two hours last night and shamelessly plagiarized more than a dozen popular songs from later generations. After I was tired, I lived in Yahan’s villa with Lingjing and Shasha. The bedroom, Jiaming has a bedroom. Sleeping on the bed, Jia Ming thought about some things, and then walked out.

The small platform is covered with snow, and Jia Ming’s clothes are thin, but for him, who has never stopped practicing qigong, within an hour or two, this cold feeling will not harm him, on the contrary More able to help him think and practice.

He is reflecting on that fierce move last night.

The simple microwave oven incident was habitually regarded by him as an enemy invasion. This is obviously an over-reaction. It was ridiculed and followed by seeing Yahan’s body. The point is that he still failed to adapt to the ordinary The pace of a person’s life, however, it is really difficult to judge whether a life that truly belongs to an ordinary person is good for him.

Of course, this idea is not a bother, nor is it what happens if you cannot break through the heart barrier like the comic book says. It’s not a big deal, but it’s unavoidable to think about it. On a bench outside Sitting down, the snowflakes spread, covering a lot in a short while. Soon after, Yahan seemed to notice him from over there. He watched on the windowsill for a long time, put on a coat and walked around to the platform, opened the glass door and rushed out with a panic: "You, you, you, you... What are you doing!"

"Uh, it's okay..."

Suddenly rushed into this world of ice and snow, even though she was wearing a coat, Yahan couldn’t help but shivering with the cold, on the snowy ground, her feet were still in a state of sex, and then he pulled Jia Ming in without any explanation. .

"Hey, it’s really okay. Don’t need to be like this. I have qigong. It’s only good for me to go out and sit for a meeting. Hey, hey, hey..."

Hurriedly patted the snow off Jiaming's body, Yahan wrapped his coat on Jiaming's body, and then dragged him back to his room: "It's a good thing, you're crazy, I haven't seen anyone here. It would be good to be frozen in the ice and snow. You have the wrong muscle again..." Push Jia Ming onto the bed, and then pull up the bedding she covered and wrap it around him. Seeing that she still seems to want to move out of the cabinet. When the quilt came, Jia Ming laughed and laughed and stopped her.

"Well, really, it's okay, I'm not cold at all..."

"You are not allowed to open it, open me and turn my face, um...I will cook hot **** soup, there is still **** left today..."

"Hey, aren't you..." Seeing that Yahan really wanted to run out to cook **** soup, Jia Ming smiled and took her hand and yanked, Yahan fell on the bed unsteadily, and then When the quilt was pressed down, Jia Ming pressed the edge of the quilt and pressed her shoulders to death. She couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This woman has always believed in her abilities, but now she has overreacted.

"Let me go, do you want to catch a cold tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid you catch a cold..."

Struggling for a while~IndoMTL.com~Yahan looked at Jia Ming’s smiling face, and finally gave up the idea of ​​covering Jia Ming with the quilt. The room was quiet, four In contrast, the atmosphere became a bit strange for a while.

"Okay, I don't need a quilt, you just need... Forget it I'm afraid of you, I'll go to my room to sleep, all right." Looking at Yahan who couldn't resist, Jia Ming began to fantasize as usual: this posture It’s best to kiss. Most women can’t resist. After kissing in bed, they usually won’t get a bite, but can move forward to the next step...

Of course, this is just thinking about it. He has studied psychology and used to pick up girls out of certain needs when doing tasks. Most of them are sure of it. However, he really puts himself in the state of ordinary people who need their own feelings. It is undeniable, Jia Ming Somewhat sluggish. There is no love between Marilyn and Marilyn, it is purely for the sake of going to bed, and the relationship with the quiet rustle is the result of the homeopathy. When friendship and love happen to oneself, a systematic analysis will not produce any results. As for For Yahan, he hadn't considered anything in this respect at all, so he didn't feel the ambiguity of this moment.

Just two steps out of the bed, Yahan’s voice rang: "You, you, wait, I have something to tell you..."

"Huh?"