Second marriage husband is not reserved

But this time, no Euphyllia showed up.

"Hey, stop crying."

The woman sitting in the iron cage next to her smiled and said. Amy looked at it with red eyes. It was the woman who spoke to her last time.

"Where are we going?"

Amy was about to collapse. She was pulled directly to the airport early in the morning and thrown into this luggage compartment.

God knows that even when she was the most depressed, she didn't fly economy class with Liman.

"Who knows? It's probably some slum in Italy."

The woman's voice said faintly. It seemed that she didn't care about all this. Even going to the slum seemed like nothing to care about. Amy didn't understand her very much. She squatted down slowly: "why don't you feel bad?"

"Uncomfortable?"

The woman sneered, "is it useful to be uncomfortable? Can you go out when you cry?"

Amy lowered her eyelids and scrawled her fingers on the ground: "I said I could buy freedom with money, but... They don't know why they don't even want money, a million dollars. Can I make a million dollars for them when I go to the slum?"

"Do you know that woman?"

Instead of answering her question, the woman suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Amy was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the woman said that she was held in her arms by the man and looked like Lin Man. She closed her lips bitterly and shook her head: "no, but because she looks like my friend, so I thought she was my friend."

"If I guessed right, that woman should be your friend."

The woman was silent for a moment and suddenly said.

She looks a little mysterious: "you have money, but they don't want to let you go. The only possibility is that that woman is your friend."

"Impossible."

Amy screamed.

Her face is very ugly, and the expression on her face looks very ferocious.

Amy held the iron bar of the iron cage tightly: "if she was my friend, why did she pretend not to know me when she saw me?"

"I'm afraid they don't remember you for some reason. Otherwise, they are crazy and don't earn a million dollars. They have to sell you to the slums? Unless your existence threatens them."

Amy suddenly felt cold.

After a long time, he pulled his lips and shook his head incredulously: "this is ridiculous. Is this a TV play? If you say amnesia, you will lose your memory?"

"That's not good."

The woman pursed her lips and turned her head indifferently.

Obviously, I don't want to talk anymore.

But Amy completely lost her previous calmness in this short conversation.

She even began to doubt herself.

I wonder if the person I saw that day was imagined by myself. In fact, he doesn't look like Liman at all.

But reason told her that was not the case.

That man is Liman.

And it's likely that something happened to linman. She... Can't recognize her.

Amy couldn't tell how she felt. She wanted to cry, but there were too many tears these days. She couldn't cry anymore, but the despair still made her fall to the ground.

I was telling myself I might recognize the wrong person.

But now, she has to admit.

This woman's words had a great impact on her. If that woman was really lynman, what happened to her?

Why didn't Huo Yunzheng protect her?

And... Who was the man who was affectionate towards her that day?

Why... Amy thinks it's extremely unfair. It's also a disaster. Why is there always so many people around linman to help her, but she can only encounter these things

For a time, I was confused.

"Do you know who that man is?"

Amy's voice has calmed down.

The woman next to her leaned her head against the iron railing and tapped twice.

His voice remained calm: "Cosimo... Charles Cosimo."

"The Cosimo family, the oldest Mafia family in Italy, is the most beloved little son."

The long title made Amy more silent.

And such a title is not a good man.

Amy pursed her lips.

His fingers clenched hard and his eyes were firm: "I must escape."

"Sure."

The woman next to her looked at her and didn't say anything. There was no contempt or envy in her eyes. It was calm as if there were no waves of water.

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"Hi, Mason, are you okay?"

Lin Zhaoyang sat on the bed reading. There was no sunshine in the cellar. Some had only a few air vents, and there was a slightly yellow light.

Marilyn pushed open the cellar door.

Holding a light bulb in his hand, it is the kind of white LED.

His head poked in from the door. His beautiful cheeks were slightly red. A few strands of golden hair stuck to his forehead. His whole body was full of wild beauty.

This is a lively girl.

Even if her mind is not simple.

Lin Zhaoyang put down the book, looked up at Marilyn and smiled gently: "Marilyn."

Marilyn stood up straight at once.

Subconsciously put his hand over his chest.

Damn it, this man looks damn charming. Even if he is Chinese, he looks better than any man in town.

Marilyn lowered her eyelids, breathed a sigh of relief, and suppressed the violent heartbeat.

"Let me change a lamp for you."

Marilyn raised the LED light in her hand: "this cellar was used by my father to watch the ball game, so the light is a little dark. I'll change it for you."

"Thank you, Marilyn."

Lin Zhaoyang sincerely thanked him.

It really helped him a lot. After all, the light had a great burden on his eyes when he was reading.

"It doesn't matter."

Marilyn reached out and handed the flashlight to Lin Zhaoyang: "would you please hold it for me?"

"Oh, OK." Lin Zhaoyang quickly turned on the flashlight and turned the light of the flashlight to the direction of the lamp.

Marilyn pulled a chair, stepped on it, and changed it quickly.

Soon, the light came on again, and it had changed from dim yellow light to bright like day.

Lin Zhaoyang also felt that she was suddenly enlightened. Under the new light, Marilyn's face was obviously white for several color numbers, and her face was white and red. It was very beautiful at first sight. She was wearing a suspender shirt today, and below was a small skirt full of sequins.

From Lin Zhaoyang's point of view, the taste... Is a little bad.

After all, she was used to lynman's gentle, intellectual and beautiful appearance, or Sophia's capable and atmospheric style.

Suddenly, I came into direct contact with the aesthetics of young people.

For Lin Zhaoyang, the three words "hot eyes" can be described.

But Lin Zhaoyang is undoubtedly the best actor. Not only did he not show an unhappy expression, on the contrary, he raised a gentle smile and looked at Marilyn: "my friends are coming soon. I will let them thank you at that time."

Marilyn shyly pulled her face: "no, I didn't save you for a reward."

"No, no, no, I think I still need to thank. After all, kind people deserve preferential treatment."

Marilyn's face was redder.

Even because of his inner thoughts before, he felt a little more guilty.

"Marilyn, what do you want to do?" Lin Zhaoyang looked at the girl who was obviously controlled by his father, but still couldn't help sneaking over. He was very interested and simply put on a long talk: "or do you have any dreams?"

Dream?

Marilyn tilted her head.

"I want to enter Hollywood. I want to be an Oscar winner, but it's just a dream. How many American girls don't want to go to Hollywood?"

Said, she some lonely drooped her eyelids.

Lin Zhaoyang took a sip of the juice next to him.

The deep pupil looked at Marilyn. After a long silence, he continued to say, "so do you want to be an actor? This... May be a little difficult for me. My family and my brother-in-law's industries are basically in New York and Washington, and we don't have much voice in Los Angeles."

Huo Yunzheng may have.

After all, Riley is a giant on Wall Street.

Behind several major film companies in Los Angeles, there is a figure of Wall Street.

However, Lin Zhaoyang does not intend to let Huo Yunzheng move his rights and interests in this regard for Marilyn. After all, it is good for Marilyn to debut under the name of Riley, but it is a loss outweighing gain operation for Riley.

Moreover, Huo Yunzheng is now in the cusp of the storm.

"No, No." Marilyn immediately shook her hand and blushed. "I said it was just a dream, and I didn't want to use you to enter Hollywood."

Chicago is a very young city.

But this also means that there are more "degenerate" young people living here.

Batman's Gotham City is a template made of Chicago. There are too many young men and women in Chicago who want to rush into New York and Los Angeles.

Everyone wants to succeed to fulfill their American dream.

However

"But I believe that as long as you are given a springboard, you will work hard, won't you?"

Lin Zhaoya smiled at Marilyn.

His eyes were full of determination.

Marilyn was stunned. Yes, she would work hard.

The man in front of me is the best rope.

Even if he has no power in Los Angeles, this man can take her out of Chicago.

The most important thing is

She doesn't think the man has no power.

"Marilyn."

George's voice came from the door. He frowned and looked a little serious: "why did I come here without paying attention to you?"

Marilyn put out her tongue at Lin Zhaoyang: "sorry, Mason, I need to go back."

"OK, take your time."

Lin Zhaoyang shook his hand at Marilyn and smiled gently.

George looked at Marilyn's back when she ran away. Then he earned his eyes and looked at Lin Chaoyang: "listen, boy, don't seduce my daughter."

"Sorry, what are you talking about?"

Lin Zhaoyang was stunned, and the smile on his face cooled down.

"I know your identity is not simple, but Marilyn is a simple girl. She doesn't know the danger of the outside world. I hope you don't bring her fearless hope."

George obviously broke his heart for Marilyn.

"OK... Of course I won't tell her about things outside."

But George still thinks Marilyn is a simple girl?

It seems that the father doesn't know his daughter well enough.

"Your men will arrive in fifteen minutes."

George raised his cell phone.

He came specially to inform Lin Zhaoyang of the news, but unexpectedly, he heard his daughter's voice before he entered the door.

It made George feel very ashamed.

It was his daughter who pestered others, but he warned the innocent man.

But he had to.

After all, it was his favorite daughter, Marilyn.

He was reluctant to let her feel a little disappointed and sad.