I love you, I won't kill you

Staring sideways at the sleeping female marine, Susan gently brushed the strands of black hair scattered on that face with concern, "If you and your attack helicopter are really shot down by the Afghans, then What kind of ending will it be?"

"Well, it's a very regrettable thing that will break the heart of anyone who loves you."

"After attending your funeral at Arlington National Cemetery, Julie was well aware that your relationship with her was over."

"In that case, maybe she'll stay on the East Coast or in Chicago. Well, start a whole new life..."

Suddenly, Susan shook her head vigorously.She felt that her thoughts were involuntarily moving to the dark side, "God, what am I thinking? Why do I want Amanda to die now?"

"Damn it, Susan Whitney. Even if Amanda died in Afghanistan, Julie would never fall in love with you again."

"However, Amanda is really cute and sexy. Well, can I..."

Thinking of this, Susan gently moved her face closer.Looking closely at the lips in front of her eyes, when her lips were less than half an inch away from Amanda's lips, the conversation when she met Julie in the morning suddenly flashed before her eyes.

"It can be seen that Amanda cares about her friend Nina very much. However, Julie's attitude is unpredictable."

"Whoever encounters such a disappearance will be very eager to use various methods to find the missing friends and children."

"So, is Julie being too indifferent to this matter?"

"Or because of the effect that incident had on her?"

While she was still thinking, Amanda, who was lying on the opposite side, opened her eyes, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"It's okay, I'm thinking. I swear, I didn't steal your kiss."

"Really? Well, wake me up before 12 noon."

"Of course. Oh, I'll go get something to eat, if you want something to eat." Susan jumped off the bed and said.

"Hmm." Amanda agreed, turned over and closed her eyes again.

Susan could see Julie's emotional changes, but Amanda didn't know what happened to Julie when she went to Afghanistan to fight.

The female lawyer carried her briefcase and walked quickly to her desk in the Office of the Acting Public Defender of the Court of Georges de Kmejen.At this time, the office secretary raised his head and said with a smile, "Hey, Julie, good morning."

"Good morning, you look good today."

"Really? Thanks. Oh, that so-and-so sent you another bouquet."

The female lawyer frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Do you have a card?"

"of course."

"The part-time worker who delivered the flowers, or the Chinese named Eddie?"

"Yeah. Well, I think he's cute."

"Okay, it's all right." After Julie finished speaking, she turned and walked to the desk.

Glancing at the bright bouquet of bluebells, large lilacs, and yellow tulips on the table, he picked up the card in the bouquet.The card reads, "Hi, how are you? Today is another Monday. I hope that my love for you is as fresh as when I wake up every Monday morning."

"Hell, who the hell is this flower sender?" Julie thought, picking up the bouquet on the table and walking towards her paralegal.

"Hi, Evelyn, good morning." Julie said with a smile as she handed the flowers to the assistant.

"Good morning, Julie. Wow, a very beautiful bouquet of flowers!" Evelyn Zhou, a Chinese student, had an exaggerated expression.

The Los Angeles County Public Defender's Office and its various offices are defined as providing a variety of services, mainly legal services, to the poor in American society free of charge for the purpose of achieving social justice.As such, the office also offers a variety of opportunities for established professionals and law students looking to enter the fast-paced and rewarding field of criminal defense practice.

Evelyn Zhou, a Chinese-American student from UCLA Law School, submitted her resume to the website of the Office of the Public Defender before the summer vacation.Complete a standard employment application online by downloading the Office Human Resources application.

A week later, she got an interview.Three weeks later, she received her first career envelope from the human resources office.The notification letter inside the envelope stated that her place of work was the George Deck Mejn Courthouse in Long Beach, California.

As a third-generation Chinese who was born and raised in the United States, it is nothing to do an internship in a place more than half an hour away from the school and parents' home.Instead, Evelyn fell in love with the mild, maritime climate here.Working and practicing in Long Beach, where there is no snow in winter and no heat in summer, is quite comfortable and pleasant.

By the end of June, she had been working under Julie as an intern for a month.After completing the initial necessary training, she began to do auxiliary work for Julie, such as consulting, collecting case materials, etc.Since the breadth of Jolie's cases needs to span across US criminal law, this job allows her to gain sufficient courtroom experience.

In just one month, she received four bouquets of different flowers and different flower languages ​​from Julie.Although she never asks about Julie's personal privacy, she can analyze Julie's sexual orientation from various external manifestations.

However, she will not take the initiative to ask.Looking at the other person's expression, "Uh, I don't think this is for me?"

Julie smiled and shook her head, "Yes, no. As much as I love this bright bouquet, I'm not advocating office romances. Do you understand?"

"I see. Um, you still don't know who sent the flowers?"

"I don't know. Well, you can dispose of the bouquet yourself. You can give it to your boyfriend or girlfriend if you want."

"Thank you, Julie. Well, I wonder if there's something I can talk to you about."

"Oh, all right. We have five minutes to talk before work starts."

The two were leaning against the operating table in the office rest area, each holding a cup of coffee.Evelyn looked at the corridor outside and asked softly, "I have a question, when did you start receiving bouquets?"

Julie took a sip of coffee and replied without thinking, "Probably, after the Chinese New Year."

"Oh, so this mysterious fellow has sent you four months' worth of flowers."

"That's right. At first I thought it was from my friend, but then I realized that it wasn't her who sent the flowers."

The personal pronoun - "she", Evelyn heard very clearly.She doesn't think there is any special meaning in sending flowers between two female friends, but after combining the meanings of each flower, then this "she" has another meaning.

Regardless of what sexual orientation the "she" in Julie's mouth represents, it's just talking about today's bouquet.Bluebells represent tender love; large lilacs represent mystery; and yellow tulips represent longed-for love.The whole bouquet of flowers and small cards let everyone understand that a mysterious person expressed his desire to get her love for Julie with his tender love.

Evelyn nodded, and said after taking a sip of coffee, "Well, then, the flower sender must be a man who likes you."

Julie asked, "Why? Why is it a man?"

"Please, it's only natural for a man to give flowers to a woman. Of course it's another thing for a woman to give flowers to a man."

"Well, in China, people's emotional culture is indeed like this."

"So, now, is there anything strange?"

"Well, of course. It's just...I don't understand why this guy uses big lilacs?"

"Maybe, this person doesn't want you to know who he is." Evelyn shrugged and put down her coffee cup.

"I don't want me to know who he is, so is there any meaning to the flowers he sent?" Julie was lost in thought.

The two put the coffee cups in the dishwasher, and Julie asked, "Evelyn, I think this thing is very strange. Uh, there are other things, I don't know if it's my problem, or what Something went wrong."

Evelyn blinked and said relaxedly, "Is there something else? Please, you don't think this person has a crush on you to the point of madness, do you?"

Julie said noncommittally, "In the past few months, I have always received flowers, emails and phone messages from this person. And, every day, I feel that someone nearby is watching me."

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