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Volume 2: Manhattan Chapter 393: Negotiation

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    Tang Ji fell to the ground because of the sudden pain, but only thirty seconds later, Tang Ji got up as if exhausted, sat on the ground and twisted and leaned against the cabinet. He could not feel the pain anymore and was completely numb.  Oh, not just the wound, but the entire arm. The spray was very irritating.  Tang Ji raised his arm, took a breath and looked at the palm of his hand that was about to lose consciousness. His eyes fell on the wound, and a slight smile appeared on his face.  Everything was worth it. The wound not only completely stopped bleeding, but also formed a layer of gel-like substance between the wounds. This was the result Tang Ji wanted. The existence of this substance can promote the healing of the wound.  heal.  At five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark, and Tang Ji returned to his residence.  As soon as he entered the door, Tang Ji wanted to hang his hat on the hanger. The moment he stepped on his feet, his legs suddenly softened and he fell to the ground with a plop.  "Oh God, I fell again My dear" Christine, who had just walked out of the bathroom, cried out and ran towards Tang Ji. She quickly reached the door and helped Tang Ji, who was staggering up, to stand up straight.  body.  "I'm fine, I'm fine!" Tangji said while signaling Kristen to pick up the crutches for him.  Christine picked up the crutches that had been thrown aside and gave them to Tang Ji. At the same time, Monica and Manilla, who heard the noise in the kitchen, also entered the hall.  "Baby, are you okay?" "Dear" The two hurriedly walked to Tang Ji, looked up and down with concern, Tang Ji shook his head, forced a smile, and said: "It's okay, you have to get used to it.  ." As he spoke, Tang Ji slowly walked to the sofa on crutches, with Christine supporting him.  "What are you going to eat today?" Tang Jixiao asked with a smile.  "Fresh halibut was delivered in the morningand potato salad" Manilla responded.  "Very good, you go ahead, don't surround me, I'm not that fragile." Tang Ji sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, smiling and waving to the two women.  Monica and Manilla looked at each other, and immediately leaned over to kiss Tang Ji's lips, and then walked towards the kitchen together. Monica turned back and said, "It won't be long, twenty minutes." "  Uh-huh!" Tang Ji nodded.  The two women returned to the kitchen. As soon as they entered the door, Monica raised her hand to cover her mouth, walked quickly to the chopping board, held the cutting board, lowered her head and looked like she wanted to cry.  "He will be fine, okay? Don't be like this, he should see it." Manila walked to Monica's side, put her hand on Monica's shoulder, squeezed it gently, and whispered comfort.  In the hall, Tang Ji looked at Christine, who was sitting next to him and rubbing his legs, and asked softly: "Where's my daughter?" "I'm tired from playing. I just went to bed. She's not good, and she's even more troublesome than me."  Kristine pouted, as if she was complaining.  Tang Ji smiled, hugged Kristine's forehead, kissed her, and laughed softly: "She is only half a year old." "Oh!" Chris responded obediently, got up, walked to the other side of Tang Ji and sat down.  , held Tang Ji's right leg in his arms, kneaded it gently, keeping his head down, looking very hard.  "Stop being busy, I'm fine, go help them!" Tang Ji pushed Kristine's hand, retracted his legs, looked at Kristine, and smiled softly.  "They didn't let me in." Kristen glanced at the kitchen door and said in a very dissatisfied tone.  "Why?" Tang Ji asked curiously.  "I just broke two plates, it's just two plates, what's the matter" Christine's voice became smaller and smaller.  "Haha you are really" Tang Ji hugged Kristine's shoulders and laughed, shaking his head slightly. He didn't know what to say. Kristine is not that kind of stupid girl, but she is very stupid in the kitchen.  The big bad thing who is always clumsy, as far as Tang Ji knows, this is not the first time.  "Are you tired?" Christine leaned on Tang Ji's shoulder and raised her head and asked.  Tang Ji lowered his head and pecked Kristine on the lips, and said with a smile: "Somewhat." "Would you like to relax?" Kristine said in a low voice with a crooked smile.  "What?" Tang Ji lowered his voice and asked with a smile.  "Shh!" Christine made a silencing gesture to Tang Ji, then turned to glance at the kitchen door, then turned back, put her hand on Tang Ji's waist, untied Tang Ji's belt skillfully, and then  He unzipped Tang Ji's trousers and put his hand in After a while, Christine, who was sitting next to Tang Ji, leaned over and lowered her head, opening her little mouth as wide as possible, up and down Tang Ji was deeply moved.  Take a breath, handsHe put his hand on Kristen's back, gently stroked it twice and went up Kristen's neck, untied the black strap around Kristen's neck, then moved his hand down and inserted it into Kristen's neck.  Ting's chest The hall began to be filled with weird tut-tut sounds, like a gluttonous girl eating ice cream.  Eight minutes later, Tang Ji grabbed Christine's hair, pressed her body down and shook it a few times, then slumped down on the sofa and let out a heavy breath.  "Cough!" Christine coughed, covered her mouth, stood up, and ran to the bathroom.  Soon, the sound of running water and gargling came from the bathroom. A minute later, Christine walked out of the bathroom while wiping her mouth with a wet towel. She came to Tang Ji and leaned over to help Tang Ji seriously.  Ji cleaned up, then helped Tang Ji zip up his pants and fasten his belt.  Tang Ji kept looking at Christine, with a faint smile on his face.  "Are you relaxed?" Kristine leaned next to Tang Ji and asked softly, raising her head.  "More tired." Tang Ji smiled, pretending to be weak.  "Soare you comfortable?" Christine asked again in a long voice.  "Of course." Tang Ji nodded, then stretched out his hand to pinch Kristine's face, gently pulled it and said rhythmically: "Baby, you are the best." During dinner, he never wanted to talk.  Tang Ji, who was eating his dinner in silence, suddenly looked up at Monica across the table and said softly: "I'm going to Hillary's place later and won't be back until very late. Don't wait for me." This sentence was obviously just a question.  Monica and no one else.  Monica lowered her head and slowly cut the halibut into pieces, then forked a piece and brought it to her mouth, chewing it carefully. Then she raised her head and looked at Tang Ji, looking at it lightly, and after a moment of concentration  , lowered his head and responded: "Yeah!" The two of them are in a very strange stage. They can usually talk, care, and have sex, but they just can't get passionate and they always feel dull.  After the meal, Tang Ji left his residence and walked towards Hillary's residence under the escort of several tall armed soldiers. Hillary still lived in the underground military base.  After sending Tang Ji off, Manila had just returned to the dining table when she suddenly heard a "pop" sound and a plate fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.  Christine's hand holding the plate shook. She thought it was her again, but after squinting slightly, she noticed that there was no shortage of plates in her hand. After turning her head slightly, she saw the ground at Monica's feet.  There was a broken porcelain dinner plate on it.  Monica stood at the dining table with an ugly face. She would never do this because of breaking a plate. She just broke the plate by mistake. She looked full of thoughts and blinked twice, with inexplicable circles under her eyes.  famous.  "My dear, you go and rest, we will clean up." Manila walked to Monica and grabbed Monica's hand, then put her hand on Monica's shoulder, trying to make it look like she was in a bad mood.  Monica left.  Monica twisted her shoulder, shook off Manilla¡¯s hand, then reached back and grabbed the dinner plate on the table, and threw it heavily to the ground.     Snapped!  Snapped!  Snapped!  Snapped!  Snapped!  Snapped!   There was a sound of broken utensils, and Monica quickly threw everything on the table that could be thrown, leaving debris on the floor.  Manila closed her eyes for a moment, her face looked sad, and she didn¡¯t know how to comfort her.  Kristine stood aside, looking scared and hiding behind Manila.  Monica suddenly squatted down, hugged her knees with her arms, buried her head inside, and cried bitterly!  Seven days later, October 31, Halloween, at noon, in Hillary¡¯s office.  Hillary was sitting on the boss's chair, subconsciously spinning the ballpoint pen in her hand, looking at the woman across the table carefully, without saying a word.  She was waiting for the other party to speak. Just as Tang Ji said, Monica was really here. Apparently, she was here to negotiate.  (To be continued.)
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