The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 129 You Are Not A Rich Kid
"You're beautiful, ma'am," Ron praised heartily.

"Mr. Ron, do you remember me?"

Fiona is wearing a black backless evening dress. The slim fit reveals her good figure. In the gauze skirt, the two looming lines of long legs perfectly interpret what is called "just right".

Really gaining one point is too fat, and losing one point is too thin.

Of course, this outfit was a bit too extravagant for the impoverished Gallagher family, so it couldn't possibly belong to Fiona, and it was just borrowed temporarily.

Thanks to the laws of the United States, worn clothes can be returned at will as long as the tag is still there.

Originally, she planned to wear this outfit when she went to the bar with her friends at night. After being persuaded by her friends, she originally planned to forget about that man and meet a random man to end her XX career.

Unexpectedly, today, she actually met again.

Ron didn't remember when he met such a woman. If he had, with his personality corrupted by the capitalist country, he would definitely remember it.

"Sorry, I don't think we know each other, or can you remind me?"

"New York, I'm a student participating in the National Quiz Competition," Fiona nodded, "It's the group of people you rescued after being hijacked by terrorists. We met on the plane to New York, but the plane back I didn't get to see you again."

If there are friends who know her very well, their jaws will drop in shock. Is this the Fiona who is not taboo about meat and vegetables and speaks dirty?
"New York? A student hijacked by terrorists?" Ron suddenly realized: "I remembered, but I remembered that there were many students at the time. I don't know which one you are? How about giving me some hints?"

Ron was a little embarrassed when he asked, going to New York to rescue the kidnapped students?He did this before, and that was his first mission in the secret service school.

However, there were too many people at that time, and he couldn't remember which girl in front of him for a while, but he really wanted to figure it out, because the sense of familiarity was too strong.

"On the plane, you took the initiative to strike up a conversation with me and asked me if I was a child from a rich family." Fiona was a little annoyed: "After I answered no, you asked me if I could speak French."

"Even the money for me to participate in the competition is given by the school in the form of scholarships. How can I have spare money to learn French? French classes are very expensive! Do you know what is the most annoying thing?"

"What?" Fiona's words evoked some of Ron's memories, and he had a faint feeling of something bad.

"You actually said: 'It's a good thing you're not a rich kid, and you don't know French'!" Fiona accused in a bad tone.

Ron covered his face, he completely remembered that he had indeed seen Fiona in school on the plane, of course, Fiona at that time was not as... er, so mature as she is now.

It really took him by surprise.

This face, as well as this school uniform, reminded him of a disaster movie "The Day After Tomorrow" in his previous life.

No way?No way?God let me live again, just to use a gorgeous ice and snow catastrophe to let me go more grandly?

Even if Ron took the initiative to strike up a conversation, he was not completely relieved to find that she was not the heroine in his memory.

Yes, even if the competition students who were supposed to be trapped by the flood turned out to be hijacked by terrorists, he didn't feel at ease. Regardless of the ridicule of his companion Hobbs, he bought the thickest padded clothes overnight and a lot of high-calorie food , take it wherever you go.

Everyone laughed at him as being persecuted and delusional, and he didn't let go.

Who knows when the tsunami will come?And the cold air that can instantly freeze a person into an ice sculpture, it turned out that he was worrying too much.

By the way, that female student confessed to him at that time, he said that he likes mature women who are clean and self-disciplined.

"Okay, I remember." Ron looked Fiona from head to toe again: "You have grown up. When I first met you, you were a little girl who had just entered high school."

"So am I considered a mature woman now?" Fiona raised her skirt and twirled lightly, no doubt delighted to reveal her beautiful figure.

"Uh..." Ron didn't expect that what he said casually at the time would be remembered so clearly.

"In the past few years, I have been listening to you. I have never been in love with anyone, let alone let anyone touch me." Fiona took a step towards Ron with blurred eyes, and almost got into his arms inside.

Ron could even feel the delicate body trembling slightly in front of him.

"Never touched any drugs, well, I've touched a little weed before, but you know in this neighborhood, the people who haven't touched are the freaks."

Fiona paused, gritted her teeth and threw herself into Ron's arms, buried her face in his chest, and murmured, "I've waited too long for this day, and I almost didn't keep going. Well, here you come before I give up."

Fiona originally thought that being born into such a family was a kind of tease from God. Even when she was held to the forehead by terrorists and was negotiating with the police, she felt that it was okay to die like this. it is good.

Anyway, I live in a muddle every day. Life is not easy every day. If I die, my family should be able to get a large pension. The smart Philip can definitely keep some of the money before it is squandered by the dead ghost. To take care of my brothers and sisters.

The only regret is that she will never see her family again.

Just when she closed her eyes and waited to die, there was a "bang" gunshot, and the person who lay down safe and sound was her kidnapper.

"Are you okay?" A hand stretched out to her, and that figure looked like an angel sent by God in her eyes.

Ron was a little flustered: sister, I just came to find the plane, what the hell is your sudden confession?Question, what should I do if my long-lost love luck finds me?
Wait online, hurry!
"Well, if I remember correctly, we seem to have only met two or three times? Are you sure you don't think about it anymore? Maybe it's just gratitude, not love." Ron tried to struggle, but Fiona hugged Very dead, and Ron didn't want to hurt her.

"No, I know what love is."

Then, Ron was hugged even more tightly, because Fiona actually wrapped her legs around him as if to prevent him from escaping.

I have to say, the touch feels really good.

"Well, even if that's the case, I suggest you ask first, do I have a girlfriend? Or am I married..." Ron held Fiona's butt with his backhand.

He swore that he was really just afraid that she would fall.

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked by another mouth, and his lips parted for a long time: "No need, if you already have a girlfriend, I would rather be your lover."

"That's what you said." Ron scratched his head.

Fiona bit her lip: "The bedroom is over there."

(End of this chapter)