The first beam of sunlight in the morning broke out from the gaps in the curtains.

Irradiate on the bed.

I saw a thigh covered with leg hair pressing against the quilt, the ground was covered with clothes, and it was a mess.

Gao Jun licked his tongue, woke up by thirst, slowly opened his eyes, and gradually saw light in the gap, slowly focusing.

I saw an ugly face, still drooling and snoring.

The eyelids closed, but then they suddenly opened, full of fear!

"Hold***"!

He raised his foot and kicked the other party down. Hearing the painful sound, Paul stood up with his waist, tried hard to open his eyes, rubbed it, and complained, "Gao, what are you doing?"

"Why do we sleep together?" Gao Jun asked with wide eyes.

"It's not that you're drunk too much, I'll send you back, and you're pulling me?"

A lot of things suddenly surged into Gao Jun's head. Last night, the two of them went to find Tommanby and had a great time in his bar. When they were in high spirits, they also drank too much.

The fragments are broken later...

He tightened his body and lifted the quilt and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his pants were still there.

Paul happened to see this scene, and he laughed angrily, spreading his hands, "I'm not gay."

Get up from the bed, pull open the curtains, and the already anxious sunlight shines in, making the whole room look bright.

"Gao, you should change the place, this place is too small," Paul said while wearing his pants.

This place was rented by Gao Jun. It is cheaper a month and costs about US$600. There is only one small bedroom and a bathroom.

“I think this place is pretty good.”

"You should choose a more privacy-friendly place. I sent you back last night, and I heard a loud scream next to me...

Paul was embarrassed and looked at him. There was a little rich ambiguity in the atmosphere of the air.

"What do you need to eat?" The two of them spoke in unison at the same time.

"Go to have Chinese food." Gao Jun said.

Paul made a gesture: "ok", and after that, he walked to the bathroom. He heard his waterproof sound, but suddenly,

...

Although there is no Chinatown in San Diego.

But there are still Chinese restaurants.

A simple-decorated snack in Shaxian.

The boss and his family of three had already arrived in San Diego when they went abroad. It has been nearly ten years and is one of the few Chinese in this city.

Gao Jun went to school here and naturally got to know him.

"Auntie He." He entered the store and greeted a busy middle-aged woman, with a sweet mouth.

"Ajun is here, there is still a place there. I haven't come for several days. What should I eat?" The middle-aged woman was very happy to see him. He had a good impression of this young compatriot.

Studying abroad alone.

He is diligent, honest, and polite, and he calls people when he meets him.

"Come on duck, tofu balls, and another taro dumpling."

"Two more portions of shabby."

Aunt He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, you can sit down first."

The business of Shaxian snacks is very good, and the couple is also relatively pragmatic. They know that the Americans have different tastes, so they studied it for a long time before they gained a foothold in the catering industry.

"What is that? Gao?" Paul seemed curious and asked, pointing at what a white woman in the same table eats.

"That's called pigeon soup." Gao Jun glanced at him and said, "Do you want it?"

Paul shook his head, looking disgusted.

This is what foreigners say, they talk a lot.

Aunt He came over with Shaomai, "Are you still selling insurance now?"

"I sell something else now, the insurance business is not easy to do." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"What are you selling? What are you better at taking Abang for an internship, and you can learn something."

This is very embarrassing!

"I am mainly in a trading company, mainly in charge of the human environment, caring for some vulnerable groups, bringing them life-changing solutions, and then teaching them how to survive."

Aunt He was stunned by the complicated words.

"Then you are more caring at your job."

Gao Jun nodded, "Yes, love is very important. The most important thing is to pay attention to the vulnerable groups. They are busy and often travel on business trips."

Aunt He was a little hesitant.

"Abang graduated? I remember he should have one more year."

"He didn't want to study, and I scolded and beat his dad, but I was determined not to go to school. I asked him why he didn't go, but he just didn't say that. I was afraid that he would learn bad things. There were too many gangsters in San Diego. I asked him to leave school and let him go out to work and know how important it is to study."

Poor parents in the world!

What can Gao Jun say? It just comforted her that Abang would definitely learn well and be filial to them.

Aunt He nodded helplessly, and someone at the front desk paid the bill, so she went to work hard again.

"What you speak is interesting in Chinese."

Gao Jun bit Shaomai and said casually, "Do you want to learn?"

Paul's eyes shined, "Can you teach me a word?"

"I'm a sceptic!"

"What's the difference between holding it? What does it mean?" Paul learned it and asked in a little puzzled manner.

"It's just to introduce you to others, a common term." Gao Jun explained. Paul suddenly realized and read it softly several times, becoming more and more familiar.

After dinner, Gao Jun patted his stomach and was about to pay the bill. Paul said he must come. He walked to the front desk with his head held high and said in a very heavy voice, "Hey, what's the point."

Aunt He was confused.

There were also Chinese people in the restaurant. They looked at Paul in shock, but then they lowered their heads and couldn't help laughing.

This foreigner...

So humble.

Paul also discovered something was wrong. Why did they all laugh so happily? He looked at Gao Jun in confusion, and he said seriously, "They think you speak great Chinese."

"Really?"

"Of course, you know, I never lie."

Although Paul was puzzled, he still believed Gao Jun. After paying the money, he was still confused when he walked out the door.

"Auntie He, I'm leaving."

"Okay, slow down."

Gao Jun was walking to the door when he saw a young man wearing glasses running back in a panic, mainly with dirt on his body.

"Abang?" he shouted.

Aunt He also saw her son like this and ran over with pain, "What's going on?"

"No... it's okay, I fell." Abang explained.

"It seems that this kid is in trouble." Paul raised his chin and pointed in a direction. Gao Jun looked over and saw three or four standing on the opposite railing, looking at him.

"Brother Jun." He turned his head and shouted again.

Gao Jun nodded, "Abang, those friends are you?"

"I...my classmate." He said, his voice slowly getting smaller, and the sense of cowardice in his bones could not be hidden.

Must be bullied.

Gao Jun has experience in this matter...

That Chinese has never been found fault with someone in a foreign country?

Gao Jun glanced at Abang who seemed to be annoyed, thought for a while, and handed over his business card, "Sometimes, you have to defeat yourself, never others. If you want to help, call me."

He never thought about helping, could he help Abang once or twice?

He will always be a victim if he doesn't resist.

Abang looked at the business card in his hand, his eyes stopped on Gao Jun, and watched him leave.

Gao Jun got into the car, and Paul just unscrewed the key.

I heard a sound coming from the radio station.

"Condoleeza announced that the United States will impose further sanctions on Iraq, protesting its invasion of Kuwait, and demanding a ceasefire to withdraw troops!"

Gao Jun's eyes lit up!

That strong man took action.

He turned to look at Paul who was yawning, "We are going to get rich again!"

...
Chapter completed!