Chapter 2

　　When she stepped out of the apartment, the cold-blast wind blew harder, she smoothed her wind-blown mess of hair, and when she looked up, she saw the man standing under a dim lamppost not far away.

　　It was winter and darkness fell early, and he stood there quietly under the intricately carved streetlights.

　　A pure black military-style tweed coat shows off his heroic aura to the fullest. On his masculine face, there is little expression, except that his dark, tanned pupils become brighter and more focused when he sees her.

　　Familiar, and yet somewhat unfamiliar.

　　After less than a second of being stunned, she smiled.

　　Quickly run over to the man with five-inch heels, and with no difficulty at all under her years of practice.

　　He looked at her and didnt move.

　　The wind was strong, blowing her white scarf up, flopping in the air, under the tight black one-piece skirt, the tender thighs, smooth and white.

　　Thick eyebrows slightly wrinkled, girls, are born with the endurance to the cold?

　　Like a lifetime has passed, but in fact only a few seconds, she stood in front of him, her cheeks turned pink because of running, her pretty lips curved upward, and her sweet voice sounded in his ears, "Brother Matthew."

　　Crispy, sweet, like silk pulling through the softest part of his heart, both itchy and painful.

　　"Joe Shen." A low male voice, purely masculine, just like him.

　　"What brings you here?" A little surprised and a little joyful, not expecting to see him today.

　　"Came to New York on business, so I stopped by to see you."

　　This phrase, said a total of three times in three years, looked at the naughty hair on her cheeks, the palm of his hand itched a little, wanting to smooth it back behind her ear.

　　She smiled, cute dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, a little childish and lovely, "Brother Matthew, youre so nice, you can come over here every year for business, the prosecutors benefits are really good now, but its always New York, is it boring?"

　　Matthew Chings eyes flashed and did not speak.

　　"You havent eaten yet, have you?" She smiled and took his arm, "Come on, Ill take you to dinner." Every year when she came home for summer vacation, she had not few chances to meet him, but he is a very serious and decent person, and she usually does not have this kind of physical contact with him, however, seeing familiar people in a foreign country, this kind of intimacy made her more active.

　　Before he had a chance to say anything, Celine, who had been forgotten, had yelled exaggeratedly, "Joe, where are you going? Did you forget that were going to the Star?"

　　She greedily looked at the oriental man, always thought that the oriental man is not at all compared to the western mans tall and majestic, even if they were tall, but also thin, ugly as hell, who knows today see this man, only let her understand how wrong she is.

　　What a masterpiece of God! At least six feet tall, strong and sturdy, that handsome black coat on his body, fit him well, setting him off even more heroic and compelling.

　　His features, handsome is too weak of a word to describe him, very masculine, thick eyebrows, serious and focus; sharp eyes, a blade of the nose and thin lips, chiseled chin with a sexy dent, his whole body, a perfect interpretation of the word, man.

　　Such a man, just seeing him, made her whole body’s female cells scream crazy, just the type she cannot resist the most, such a good physique ......

　　Joe Shen only needed a glance to understand what was going on in her friends head. Come to the United States for nearly ten years, for the Western womens openness, she has a very good understanding, but, if Celine wants to have something with Matthew Ching, huh, she grinned, the show, must be very exciting.

　　"But Brother Matthew ......"

　　"Just bring him along, anyway, the more, the merrier. It’s a party." Celine wedged in and put her arm around Matthew Ching’s, "Hello, I am Joes good friend, my name is Celine, nice to meet you." Very raw Chinese, spitting out from her mouth. Barely learned from Joe for most of the year to learn this simple greeting, she hopes this man can understand it.

　　"Matthew Ching." He draws his arm discreetly, pulling the distance between them, "You can speak English to me, I understand." Fluent English with an authentic British accent.

　　"Oh, great." Happy to find they could communicate, Celine believed this was Gods chance for them and once again tried to put her arm around him, "Do you want to come with us to Christmas Part tonight?"

　　Matthew Ching turned around, seemingly inadvertently dodging her arm again, looking at the woman who was laughing happily on the side, this girl, was totally enjoying it.

　　"Joe Shen?" It seems that she can’t continue watching the show, otherwise, the serious brother Matthew lost his temper, and she is also afraid of him, although she has never seen him angry.

　　"Matthew, will you want to come along?" Feeling a little sorry for him, he came to the United States on business and all thought of coming over to visit her, but she had agreed to this date before this and could not back out, so she had to ask his opinion, even though, to be honest, it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like for a man like Matthew Ching to sit in a noisy and boisterous nightclub.

　　And would he say yes? A man like him, who seems to have been born to sit at a desk and deal with official business in a dignified manner, sitting in a nightclub, what would it be like? Besides, he should be very disgusted with that kind of place, it is strange that he would say yes.

　　He looked at her steadily, his eyes complicated, after a long beat, he nodded invisibly.

　　Celines cheers, and Joes meaningful smile, on this Christmas Eve, are blown away by the sudden cold wind.