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Jin Bin began to ask his subordinates to look for news about the keel. At this moment, Miyamoto approached him, claiming that he could get the keel at a price of [-] million U.S. dollars.

Kim agreed.

But the result was not as smooth as expected.

Bullseye opened the car door for Jinhe, and after Jinhe sat in, he started the car.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"back office."

"The matter of the box... just forget it?"

"Are you sure you can kill Zhang Ming?" Jin Bin asked.

Bullseye choked, "Well... It's hard to face him head-on, but if there's a suitable opportunity to kill him with one blow, maybe I can kill him."

"Then wait, opportunities will always appear. My intuition tells me that this day will not be long. What we need to do is to be patient."

"Yes."

……

The year is coming to an end, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but the atmosphere on the streets of New York, with the arrival of Christmas, is getting warmer.

There are Christmas trees everywhere, and a light show.

People walk on the streets, show kindness to each other, and celebrate the festival together.

"Ding-dong-"

Zhang Ming walked over, opened the door, and Angela stood outside the door.

"Sorry, I'm late, there is a little traffic jam on the road." Angela said.She was wearing a white cotton hat and a thick woolen scarf, but her nose was still a little red from the cold.

"The time is just right." Zhang Ming turned sideways and invited her in.

Angela took off her thick windbreaker, smelled the smell in the house, and walked to the kitchen.

"Have you cooked?"

"I specially invited you to my house as a guest. You can't order takeaway, right?" Zhang Ming pulled out a chair gentlemanly, asked Angela to sit down, and then put the last pot of soup on the table.

"Four dishes, one soup, and a dessert later."

Angela looked at the dishes on the table, "Compared to you, I feel like a man. After working in Roman's for so long, the only thing I know how to make is sandwiches."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Before coming to this world, the only thing Zhang Ming could do was scrambled eggs and boiled instant noodles. He was forced to do what he is now.

Occasionally, he can still accept Western food for one or two meals, but it happens every day, and he has long missed the food of his hometown.

Finally, one day, Zhang Ming threw away the pizza in his hand, turned on the beep station system, followed the video shared by the food blogger above, and began to try to cook by himself.

Zhang Ming sat across from Angela, put down two goblets, and took out another bottle of red wine. Before pouring the wine, he asked with a smile, "You won't ask me to drink milk anymore, right? "

"You are allowed to make an exception today." Angela smiled sweetly.

He raised his wine glass and bumped it lightly.

"Merry Christmas."

Accompanied by delicious food and wine, Angela talked about her recent research and her future plans. When Moira was mentioned, the two smiled and complained about her devilish work attitude.

They reminisced about what happened from the first meeting to the present.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or the air conditioner in the room was turned on too high, the two young people felt their cheeks were a little hot, and the atmosphere became a little ambiguous in every word.

"Angela."

"Ah."

Zhang Ming pursed his dry lips, his heartbeat began to speed up, and an impulse surged in his heart.

"Would you like to be me..."

Bang!

The explosion of fireworks swallowed the second half of Zhang Ming's sentence, and the window was bright.

"What?" Angela turned her head slightly.

"I said..." Zhang Ming was about to continue when he suddenly heard someone calling his name outside.

He walked to the window, opened the window, downstairs in the apartment, listening to a pickup truck painted with red flames, Trevor was standing on the roof, shouting Zhang Ming's name.

Franklin and Mike sat in the back, and there were large fireworks on the ground.

call out--

Another firework rose into the sky, bursting into glory in the sky.

"Zhang Ming! Come down, go to the Christmas party! Haha! That idiot Tony forgot to call you, don't be sad, Uncle Trevor will take you there!" Trevor shouted downstairs.

Zhang Ming covered his forehead.

This guy……