Chapter 926： Love does not require IQ

Raymond sat at the bar at the Peace Hotel and looked at several reports in his hand.

After taking a glass of cold beer handed over by Qi, took a sip. Redmond spent a circle on several reports with a red pen, then smiled a little strangely, and said to Qi: "You must not believe it The small place in Eastern Europe, Socovia, turned out to be a gunpowder.

Maybe the third world war is about to begin ... "

Shangqi ignores the alarmist Raymond, and in his eyes there is nothing that Hell's Kitchen can't solve.

As he wiped his glass, he gasped and shouted at a curly, thin, middle-aged man wearing a waiter's uniform, "Hey, Sam, you're about to wipe the paint off the table.

Why don't you try to help me feed those animals? Wilde seems to be growing up recently, and give him more food! "

Middle-aged man Sam opened his mouth slightly and stared straight up at his breath. After a few seconds, he reacted and stuttered with a strange big tongue accent: "Okay ~ okay ~

But, but, can you-can-make Wilde not like me? Me, I'm a little scared ... "

Looking up at Sam's silly face, he shook his head helplessly, feeling that he had done something wrong?

This Sam is mentally retarded and used to work at Starbucks in Queens.

Came here because a blind lawyer in Hell's Kitchen was willing to represent his case in return for his daughter who had been taken away by the government.

Shangqi met him in an alley, this silly guy living all day in a cardboard box just waiting for Lawyer Matt Murdoch to bring him good news ...

Raymond looked at the strange expression on Shangqi's face, and tilted his neck with a small smile and said, "If you decide to help him, you should be patient!

That Matt Murdoch has been watching him in secret, and he wants to use time and pain to dispel Sam's "fascination"!

I don't think it's a good idea for Sam to get his daughter back from that foster family. He can't take care of the children at all.

His own IQ is only seven years old ... "

As Raymond glanced at Sam, who was hesitant to feed the dinosaurs in the back alley, he placed all the spice bottles on the table in a straight line like OCD.

Glancing at the changing anger, Raymond said, "You have kept Sam upset that Murdoch's plan.

Boy, do you think you took Sam secretly to see his daughter for his good?

In fact, you artificially lengthen Sam's painful time, and you need to be responsible for it ... "

After listening to the air, his eyes flashed, and then he said firmly: "You have never seen that child, how do you judge it is right to take him away from Sam?"

Speaking of qi, he said in a tone that seemed to cheer himself up: "Sam sees that child as life, and that child loves Sam.

Sam has wrapped that child with ‘love’ for five years to make her grow up happily!

If someone thinks he is unqualified, why not take her away when the child is born? "

Raymond didn't really care about Sam's affairs. It didn't matter to him no matter what the final result was, but recently he found that he seemed to be a good teacher.

Recently, he particularly enjoys chatting with Qi, and guiding young people like Qi to grow up is very fulfilling for Raymond!

"How do you know that Sam really" loves "that child. You must know that Sam's IQ is only seven years old. Maybe he just feels sad that he has taken away his cherished toy.

And you know that girl is five years old, and in two years she will be more mature than Sam.

What kind of life is good for that child, do you think about it? "

He was silent for a moment, and he looked at Sam, who was grimacing, looked at himself with poor eyes, and finally went down to the back alley with his head down.

The chivalrous kid who was always in his heart gritted his teeth and looked at Raymond, and said, "How can you be sure that this is right?

You, including that Matt Murdoch, don't even really know Sam and the child. "

Speaking of qi, he seemed to think of something. He gritted his hands and pressed it on the bar with an air-conditioned voice. "Whatever Sam is mentally retarded, he loves more purely!

You **** aren't mentally retarded, how can you **** be sure that 'love' a child needs to **** IQ ... "

Raymond tilted his neck and looked a little excited, and faced with the cold electricity in his eyes, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and said: "Because the child will grow up, she will understand the world Does not stay for a certain period of time.

When she matures, do you think she will appreciate your approach?

Someone like Sam is destined to be a burden on that child. Is this fair to that child? "

Speaking of Raymond's determined expression, he said patiently: "I actually like Sam, and even I decided that if Alvin didn't agree with Sam, I could hire him as my assistant.

He must be more reliable than anyone ...

You have Sam in your new house now, have you thought about what Jessica would think? I guess you didn't even call her ... "

After listening to the air, he raised his chin a little proudly and said, "You don't understand at all. I called Jessica the first time ...

She agrees with me, and Jessica thinks it's the right thing to go and get that kid back! "

Raymond shook his head funny and said, "It's really a girl in the **** kitchen ..."

Saying that Raymond is no longer tangling with Qi, in fact, Qi is also tangling, which is why he hesitates to keep cheering for himself.

And things really need to have results to judge whether they are right or wrong, but what the final result is, it is very meaningful for the current qi including a few of his associates!

This is a group of happy boys, because no matter what they do, someone will always come forward to help them.

Looking at Shangqi's still a bit angry expression, Raymond said, "A major event will happen recently, and Alvin is not here. You should help him carry the Peace Hotel signboard.

Contradictions have occurred between several gangsters in the dock area, and more than a dozen people have died in the past few days.

To stop them, the benefits there are enough to feed all of them ...

Alvin asked the Stark Group to take over the redevelopment of the quayside to get more people to eat, not to make a few people rich. "

Saying Raymond knocked on the bar with an empty wine glass, an inhuman smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Old Kent's prestige is not enough, you go ..."

Aura looked at Raymond a little bit unclearly and said, "What can I do? Organize them to sit down and negotiate?"

Raymond sneered, "The dead don't need to negotiate ...

It was Alvin that gave the Hell's Kitchen the vitality it has. They obviously could choose to eat quietly, but they chose to **** blood ...

Boy, hell's kitchen is a kingdom, and here is a great king!

We cannot always allow the king to charge, and we cannot always let these little things bother him.

Do you dare to kill? "

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In a delicate neighborhood in the Upper East Side of New York, a five- or six-year-old girl with fluffy blond hair in a pajama hugged a teddy bear and rolled out the window a little bit, trying to run down the drain to the ground.

A curly girl, seven or eight years old, stood nervously by the window and watched the blonde little girl perform dangerous movements. She was helplessly watching the blonde girl who had climbed up the drain pipe, and whispered: "Lucy You are so bad, this is dangerous ... "

The little blonde girl, Lucy, bit the teddy bear in her mouth, glanced at the curly girl, stuttered, and said, "I'm going to find my dad. He said to write to me, but I didn't accept it ..."

With a little distraction, Lucy lost her balance and fell towards the lawn below.

A group of yellow sand scattered around the fence of this small villa suddenly shook, and then fell silent again.

Just when Lucy felt like he was about to finish, a purple figure came over. He caught Lucy who was about to fall. The moment he was about to fall on the back, a spider silk was stuck on the eaves.

Following the elasticity of the spider silk, he hugged Lucy back to her escape window.

He carefully took Lucy into the room through the window, and Peter breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Woo ~ I'm sorry I'm late. A group of bank robbers just delayed me for a while."

Saying that Peter took a crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it to Lucy, and said with a smile, "Do I need to read it to you? It took Sam a long time to finish it."

Lucy took the letter in surprise, and happily hugged Peter's neck on the windowsill and kissed him hard, saying, "I knew Sam wouldn't want me ..."

Peter looked at this precocious little girl at the same time. He didn't know what he should say ~ www.novelhall.com ~ He was 18 years old and he wasn't sure whether he was right or not?

Seeing Lucy holding the letter as a treasure, Peter smiled reluctantly. Instead of disturbing happy Lucy, he looked at the curly little girl and said, "Hello Emma, ​​your health is better Did you take your medicine on time? "

The curly little girl Emma covered her mouth and looked at Peter excitedly. Facing Peter's concern, she nodded desperately and said, "I'm much better. I have two more toasts today and one fried egg."

Peter smiled, took a lollipop out of his pocket and handed it to Emma, ​​and said with a smile: "Miss Emma Marco, this is a reward for your serious recovery.

You'll be fine, but don't learn Lucy to climb the wall unless you are Spider-Man ... "

Emma watched Lucy's embarrassing look at the letter, and she said enviously: "Lucy is brave, and she knows where to find her father!"

Peter touched Emma's head with sympathy, and said with a smile: "You are luckier than me. I have never met my father.

I live with my uncle, so there is nothing wrong with it!

Annie and her husband are very caring people, they seem to take good care of you. "

Emma nodded slightly, and she glanced at Lucy's handwriting and pictures on the letter, whispering, "Yes, Annie is good, really good ..."

As soon as Emma's words were finished, the group of sand hidden under the fence shook slightly and then slipped slowly down a drain.

The sensitive Peter glanced in the direction of the gutter. He frowned and rubbed his temples, whispering to himself, "Am I wrong?