Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Okay, anyway, I told you, you've been targeted. You'd better be careful lately. I've been investigating drug cases and I don't have time to care about you too much. So, the recent truck robbery was your fault. "?" Ron finally confirmed.

At this time, the car finally drove to the small restaurant where the two met last time.

Toretto fell behind Ron and said with an extremely firm voice: "Yes, we did it. We were responsible for robbing, and then handed the stolen goods to the Korean guys to sell, the same people you saw today. , I plan to stop after two more orders.”

"That's your business," Luo Luo shrugged: "But next time you'd better not bring any other strangers with you. You know the FBI's methods. It's nothing more than arranging spies among you, and then Once we get the definite evidence, we will arrest you personally.

As for now, after spending so long with you, I'm hungry and I need to get something to eat before I see Dom again. "

After saying that, Ron walked into the small restaurant immediately. It was very close to Toretto's home, so he chose this meeting place last time. Toretto could have walked back by himself.

It was already around one o'clock in the morning, and the restaurant was empty except for a handsome, muscular white man at the bar, seemingly flirting with the waitress who impressed Ron last time, but in fact he was harassing her.

"Hey, you interrupted my work. Because of you, I spilled water all over the floor. Now please get out of my way. I'm going to find a rag."

Instead of obediently getting out of the way, the white man pushed the black-haired and busty waitress to the corner of the bar. It was a bit like a wall-dong action, but he used his hands to pull up his clothes and take them off, revealing his toned legs. Abs and mermaid lines.

"It doesn't matter, let me take care of it." As he said that, he squatted down and wiped his clothes on the ground casually twice. When he stood up again, his bare upper body was almost touching the waitress.

"Hi, I'm Robbie."

"Hey! My eyes will get dirty if I look at you one more time."

Ron interrupted dissatisfiedly, and Max, who had been a little confused, suddenly regained his clarity: "I want to know if the restaurant is closed? Can I still get some food? The premise is that the source of the food is absolutely clean and not from that dirty person. Dirty fruit man's hands."

Ron pointed at Guo Nan: "Yes, that's right, I'm talking about you, man. If you are not from this store and don't want to get into trouble, you'd better disappear in front of me."

As he said that, Ron put one hand into his clothes and patted his waist with the other hand. A bulging outline was revealed there, which happened to be the shape of a gun. The strong white man was so frightened that he shivered. He ran out without even saying a harsh word.

This was not a wealthy area like Beverly Hills. There were many crazy people wandering around at night, and he didn't want to be killed in a daze just because he was trying to pick up girls.

Ron opened his clothes. Where was the pistol there? He only had a hand that resembled a pistol. He fired a shot at Orio's back, and he didn't rush to dub it for himself: "Bang!"

"Hahaha……"

The waitress smiled brightly, and Ron turned to her: "So, do we still have anything to eat here? As compensation for accidentally driving away your customer, can I pay a double tip?"

"OK, although the kitchen has finished get off work, we haven't closed yet. What do you want to eat? Since you are handsome enough, I can cook it for you myself, or if you are really hungry, you can try Try the homemade petit fours, which are made by me.”

The waitress took the opportunity to come to Ron's side with a menu in the corner of the bar.

"Anything is fine. I'm so hungry right now that I can eat a cow." Ron lowered his head and saw the waitress's badge: "Thank you, Max. I only have one request, and that is to feed me."

"Although I know you took the opportunity of looking at the badge to peek at my big babies, but you just treat it as a benefit for helping me get rid of trouble, so have you seen enough now?"

Max gave Ron a charming look.

"Not enough, never enough," Ron said dramatically.

"Can the vanilla flavor be okay?" Max brought him a small cake and placed it on the table. His hair inadvertently swept across Ron's cheek, bringing a sweet smell that was as delicious as the small cake.

Damn it! This woman is really charming, especially for Ron who has not touched a woman for a long time. The lethality is even more deadly. Ron even stood up a little.

"Hey, let me ask, can I be considered being teased?" Ron swore that Max definitely did it on purpose!

etc! Max?

Ron looked at the beauty and thought of the delicious homemade cakes. Ron remembered why he paid special attention to this girl last time and felt that she seemed very familiar. It was definitely not just because of her appearance.

He finally confirmed that this is MAX from "Bankrupt Sisters"! The waitress who served him last time and smelled of heather should be the Eastern European woman who was messing around in the kitchen at the beginning of the original novel and never showed her face.

No wonder he couldn't remember it at the time. Of course, there was another reason, and that was that the original restaurant in "The Broke Sisters" was in New York, but this was Los Angeles. He didn't think that way at the beginning.

"Of course, the benefits I just saved have been given to you. Now this is your punishment for driving away my wife's affair. How about it, do you know you were wrong now?"

Not only did Max not restrain himself at all, but he lowered his body even lower, almost leaning against Ron. He leaned into Ron's other ear and spoke from a distance.

"You know there's a saying among hunters that if you drive away someone else's prey, you have to compensate them for your own. Handsome guy, are you ready to compensate?"

Ron could already clearly see the bottomless ravine of Max.

Can it still be done this way? Even though Ron had traveled through time for so long, he was well-informed about the bold folk customs of the United States, so he didn't react for a moment.

Co-author: What just happened was not sexual harassment at all, but Max's hard-to-get trick? So, not only is there a midnight snack tonight, but there is also meat?

Ron smiled evilly and gently unbuttoned the top button of his shirt: "Of course it's no problem, I just don't know if my compensation will satisfy you."

Max didn't say anything, and directly hooked Ron's neck and kissed his lips.

…

An hour later, after a hearty battle, Max sat up from the table: "Oh my God, you are so powerful, you are like a beast! What is your name?"

"Ron Lee Cooper, I am willing to serve you." Ron pulled Max up from the table with a gentleman's hand kiss: "However, this beast is hungrier now than before. You'd better give it to me." Get something to eat, otherwise I'm really afraid I won't be able to help but eat you.

You know, you are as delicious and tempting as your homemade cupcakes. "

Ron hugged Max from behind and whispered loving words in his ear.

Max was still unfinished: "Perhaps we can change places first. How about my house?"