The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Thanks man!"

"Don't thank me yet. Are you sure you didn't bring any contraband?"

At the back door of a souvenir shop in Chinatown, the warehouse manager looked at the tattooed man with a headache and kept cursing in his mind. Who wants to be associated with this kind of gangster? If the two of them didn't live across the street from each other and usually looked down without looking up from each other, he would have really wanted to pretend that he didn't know this guy.

"Why are you nervous?" The tattooed man put his arms around the administrator's thin shoulders, put on an ugly smile on his dark face, and his burnt yellow teeth still smelled of cigarette smoke: "We are all neighbors, just helping each other a small favor. They are good friends, right? This is not the first time I have come here from you. When has anything happened? "

That's nice. When will you help me again?

The administrator struggled for a moment. The black man's arms were strong and the ferocious tattoo on his neck made him panic: "Okay, okay! Leave quickly. I'll pretend I didn't see you."

"Yeah, that's right."

After slapping the other person, the tattooed man walked out of the alley. He glanced in the direction of the checkpoint a few times, then hunched his neck, raised his collar, and quickly blended into the crowd. Not long after, policewoman Felicia appeared. She rubbed her waist, turned her upper body hard to the left, and her spine suddenly made a crackling sound.

Useless man!

Scolding Taylor again in her mind, Felicia bulged her biceps and made a chest expansion exercise. Pedestrians around her couldn't help but glance at her chest, and were immediately frightened away by that serious face. The policewoman's lips pursed into a straight line, and her breath formed steam in the air, which kept rising, showing the owner's bad mood.

A good meal can obviously soothe your mood.

But no matter what, women always have some privilege of being angry over and over again. At least in the eyes of the male police officer Taylor, there was no room for refutation of his performance today, so he simply stayed at the checkpoint and planned to devote the rest of his working time today. As for Felicia, she teamed up with several colleagues to patrol Chinatown.

Now she was distracted looking at the display window.

The clothes on the rack were exquisite and gorgeous. The policewoman recognized this Eastern cultural symbol. They should be called cheongsam. But Felicia's attention is not on the cheongsam at the moment, there is something more beautiful in the window - a perfect sculpture. It holds a pair of slender legs together, and its skin reflects a white and greasy color under the midday sun, without any flaws; the hem of the black cheongsam extends to the side of the thigh, perfectly hiding the whiteness.

His gaze continued upward, as if he had hit an invisible object and was unable to move forward. His eyes lingered on the upper abdomen for a few moments, and finally he crossed the mountain with difficulty and captured the lustrous and attractive lips. It turned its head to one side, and the upper half of its face was covered by a mask, just like the style often seen in masquerades in movies. But because of this, the red lips appear more eye-catching.

Full of deadly mystery.

Felicia suddenly realized that she seemed to have spent so much energy on muscle training during this period that she couldn't think of any other adjectives. The policewoman touched her face with her fingers and slowly pulled down her sunglasses, allowing the light to enter her eyes without any obstruction. Regardless of gender, this is a kind of beauty that combines lines and colors to the extreme. It directly touches the most essential desire in the heart and is enough to make any normal person happy.

But it remained motionless.

Really like a sculpture, lifeless.

But she knew it wasn't.

In the next second, the two arms moved down to the knees, as if breaking some kind of barrier and pulling the person into another world. The scene in front of him suddenly became real. The woman in the window finally turned her head, her eyes as quiet as black onyx filled with a hint of surprise. Immediately afterwards, the red lips opened slightly, a little shy, but full of charm.

She was smiling at me.

Her breathing was stagnant for a few moments, and then a flash of light dazzled Felicia's eyes. Seeing the camera behind the woman, she finally realized that she had entered the photography scene. However, the policewoman took half a step back, only to find that a dozen people had stopped around her. Everyone was looking at the window intently, and a group of young girls among them even exclaimed softly.

"Hey! Felicia!"

The shouts from outside the crowd regained her attention. Felicia turned around and saw that the police officer she was accompanying was already standing a few meters away: "I called you several times, what's wrong with you?"

"Um, it's nothing. Sorry, I'll be right over."

Lowering her head and adjusting her sunglasses, the policewoman quickly separated from the crowd. Before she walked away from the window, she looked back again. The stunningly beautiful woman had disappeared, leaving no trace like a dream.

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"Think about it again..."

"No."

"Hey...please..."

"It's really not possible, I'm very busy."

In the cheongsam shop, Miss Watson changed back into her clothes and looked at the wind chime that grabbed her with a headache and wouldn't let go. I had already taken a lot of photos, and the one just now was the last one. The little sister insisted on dragging her to the window to create a scene. Unexpectedly, it directly attracted onlookers, so she had to cancel it quickly. But even so, there were already many people waiting at the door. If the two hadn't temporarily put up a closure sign before the shooting, the store would definitely not be so quiet now.

"I can offer you a very high salary, six hours a day, three days off a week. You don't have to do anything. Just come here, change clothes and sit down." Feng Chime grabbed Miss Watson's arm, and it looked like she wasn't about to give up yet. : "Are you really not interested? Then if you are free in the future, can you come over and be a model occasionally?"

"decide as things go."

"Yeah! Miss Guan Yu is the best!"

The next second the little sister hugged Miss Watson's waist and buried her head to her side. This girl was not big but strong. Miss Watson pressed her head and pushed her away: "You are an adult now, Miss Fengchime. Don't get so close to others casually. You must know that you have a boyfriend." people."

"What does it matter? Girls are all like this."

"Really? What about this?"

Miss Watson took the wind chime into her arms with her backhand. Before the little sister could react, she put her face close to it and pressed her red lips against the tip of her small nose. The girl's eyes suddenly widened, and the water was rippling, as clear as a mirror lake. After a while, she let go of Miss Fengchi, who was blushing, and kneaded the face a few times with her fingers: "Okay, no kidding, you are not my type."

......

Sneaked out from the back door of the cheongsam shop.

Smelling the fragrance wafting in the air, Miss Watson planned to continue her food plan today. The reward for the shooting just now was exchanged for several custom-made cheongsams. Anyway, the relevant size wind chimes are already available there. Since it takes a while to make it by hand, the two agreed to finish it in half a month. However, Ms. Watson also said that she would be traveling far away soon and might not be able to return to New York for a long time. When the time comes, she would just store it in a cheongsam shop.

I didn't expect to see each other again.

Walking slowly on the road, Miss Watson thought of the scene just now. Even with sunglasses on her face, she still recognized the identity of the policewoman outside the window. The opponent had met him during the Reaper attack. His heroic posture while holding an M16 automatic rifle, coupled with his hot figure, directly hit Watson's aesthetic strike zone.

I want to get to know the tough policewoman, but unfortunately, my identity is not easy to explain. And it went back to the question I was thinking about when I faced Michelle: I just think she is very hot, but I am not interested in knowing what kind of person she is... Miss Watson patted her head, feeling self-deprecating in her heart . So did the wind chime just now, and so does the policewoman now. When did she become so fond of hooking up with people?

This is not right, this is not right.

I must have been pretending to be a woman for too long and there is something wrong with my mentality.

Shaking her head, Miss Watson walked towards a roadside stall selling spicy hotpot. I plan to eat something strong to eliminate hunger and be myself.

A 'Boss! Super spicy! 'Then after the awkward conversation was forced to switch to English, Miss Watson successfully bought a bowl of spicy hotpot with added ingredients at a roadside stall. The red spicy oil was rolling at the bottom of the paper bowl, and some of it was slowly falling from the surface of the fish, and the aroma was fragrant. . He carefully pulled off the wide scarf and bit down half of it with his teeth exposed. A numbing pain immediately filled his mouth, driving away every image of a woman in his mind.

We can't blame Watson for being a foodie. Poor guy has never touched Malatang in his last life.

Because I can’t eat spicy food at all.

It just so happens that Watson loves to eat spicy food very much, and as a result, he becomes a toilet nail every time. Especially those Sichuan beef noodles, they are so spicy that you cry when you eat them, and you feel so hot after eating them. Watson was convinced that there must be a masochist in his head, otherwise why would he be so keen on asking for trouble? But this life was different. He planned to try all those Mexican peppers, Carolina Reaper peppers and the like to satisfy the biggest regret in his previous life.

I really want to be such a lazy person...

Eating one bite at a time, I slowly walked around this main road. I felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation, as comfortable as lying flat on soft cotton. At this time, Miss Watson had completely fallen into the familiar comfort. She touched her pockets and wanted to take out her mobile phone as a habit. Suddenly she remembered that it was 1997 and her Walkman was still left at home.

But there should be a tape store here, right?

I haven't heard any Chinese songs in this world...

At this moment, a sharp gunshot cut through the commotion. The crowd then began to scream and run away, and most of the objects in front of them suddenly began to shake. Miss Watson didn't panic. She just wanted to find a secluded corner to stay and continue to enjoy her bowl of spicy hotpot.

Pfft!

A tall figure emerged from the crowd and bumped head-on into Miss Watson.

My spicy hotpot! ! !

Miss Watson saw the person in front of her clearly. He was a black man with a neck tattoo. The other party was staggering at this time, with a little confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand why he couldn't hit a woman. But the tattooed man's gaze immediately became fierce. He took two steps forward, stretched out his arm to strangle Miss Watson's neck, and then put the muzzle of the gun against her head.

"stop!!"

Two policemen rushed out of the alley immediately. When they saw the scene in front of them, they both raised their pistols: "Let the people go! Let the people go!"

When the tattooed man heard the shouting, he continued to tighten his grip on the woman in his arms. Originally, a small part of Miss Watson's scarf had been loosened, but when he took it in his arms, it stuck it all back on her face. While the man continued to yell and curse, he dragged Miss Watson's body and moved it to the corner next to her.

I never thought I would be a hostage one day.

Rolling her dead eyes, Miss Watson looked at the overturned bowl of Malatang on the ground, her heart filled with sadness. If this happened in a deserted place, she would kick that guy's ass in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, there are two policemen in front of me, so this is not easy to operate. Forgetting the poor bowl of Malatang for the moment, Miss Watson began to think quickly about how to extricate herself from this matter.

By the way, you can't show your face.

Several tentacles protruded from the lower jaw and rolled into the gaps in the scarf, holding it tightly like a nylon rope. After more than ten seconds, a few people formed a stalemate in the corner. The tattooed man and the two police officers exchanged words with each other. The scene was getting more and more intense, and Miss Watson was a little worried. The two policemen in front of her wouldn't lose control of their minds and just empty a magazine each of them, right?

The footsteps gradually approached.

A figure soon appeared in the field of vision, it was the policewoman.