As soon as Adam entered, a clear blue background ID photo entered the eyes. On the photo, Emily looked a little more youthful than now, but between the eyebrows was a trace of stubbornness, the pair of eyes with a little enchanting eyes, hiding a little cold wariness.

"Boss, this woman has some power ......"

Master’s degree, no family background, she could actually enter the army division on the basis of her medical skill. She was competent woman.

Adam thought to himself, that of course, the person he took a fancy to was certainly excellent.

"Boss, she was actually sent to Vietnam narcotics line to check the drug traffickers' bodies ......" Dylan said. This narcotics time was complete bu their boss at that time.

Adam’s eyes swept to the end of the file, his eyebrows wrinkled inaudibly, and the mouse quickly turned the page off.

"Boss!!! We haven't finished reading!"

Adam threw the mouse away and looked up at them, his tone somewhat unkind, "Have you finished all the training for today?"

"Boss ......"

Before the wailing started, a voice of command sounded "All of you! Thirty kilometers of weighted cross-country training, finish before dinner!"

"Yes!"

"Boss? Boss?"

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Boss ......"

Adam just pretended not to hear the voices behind him, and drove directly away from the army and returned to Harris’ house. As soon as he entered his room, he took out a stack of photos from the locked drawer, which was exactly the photos of the Vietnam drug bust.

"It really is you ......," Adam looked at the photo, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Emily escaped the matchmaking after all, but did not hide from David. When she returned that afternoon, she was scolded, and eventually Emily must continue to matchmaking until married out.

"Emily ~ this time it is Chief Jones personally gave the order, you can not blame me." The first thing that happened was that Emily was sent to the entrance of the hotel cafe with a smile so smug that Emily secretly decided that once she had the chance, she would definitely return the favor.

Grace at this time did not know Emily's thoughts, just continued to smugly said, "Table number three, I am next door to you. If you are satisfied, say orange, if not, say tomato, understand?"

Emily said, "You think it's playing catch a ghost and making secret signals!"

Grace smiled quite happily, "This matchmaking is not just like catching a ghost, and all kinds of ghosts may be met. Hurry up, relax, this one doesn't work, there's another one! Go for it!" Grace said, pushing Emily into the Dynasty Hotel.

Table number three, right in front of the hotel. As soon as Emily entered, she saw her date for the day - a man in a suit with center-parted hair and thick gel!

The man was apparently not used to wearing a suit himself, and after seeing Emily walk up to him, he also made a point to straighten up. With a strange accent, he spoke in a slow drawl, like a leader speaking to a subordinate: "You're Emily, right?"

Emily looked at the oil on his face, resisted the urge to run away, sat down, and cooperated, "I am."

"Well," the man's eyes glowed as he looked at Emily several times and nodded, "Not bad, I'm ...... quite satisfied with your external conditions. However, the inside of a woman is more important, I'm not a superficial person!"

"Sir ......"

"Don't call me sir, you have to call me chief, or lieutenant."

The corners of Emily's mouth twitched slightly, while Grace behind her was already laughing and twitching.

"Miss Miller, if I do marry you and you become my wife," the man said, crossing his legs and saying rather arrogantly, "Of course, this is just hypothetical. Suppose you become my wife, what other aspects do you think you need to improve?"

"Improvements?"

"Yep, you say it, I will refer to it for you. If there's no problem, we'll get married!"

Emily swept her eyes at Grace, who was laughing so hard that she was about to jerk over, and felt funny in her heart. This man, was here to interview his wife?

Emily intended to amuse Grace and pretended to be quite cooperative. Grace felt funny but really could not continue to watch, so she greeted a waiter to rescue Emily.

The waiter was confused and went to Emily's table and politely said, "Sir, Miss, would you like to order?"

Emily had just looked up when she heard the man say seriously, "Don't call me sir, please call me chief."

The waiter looked at the man with a psychotic look and turned his head, "Miss, may I ask what you want to order?"

Seeing that the waiter didn't pay any attention to him, the man found his own step and said, "Oh, yes, lady first." After saying that, the man put his second leg down, swept the price on the menu, and hurriedly shouted, "Miss Miller! I'm a man of principle, I won't just pay the bill if it's not my woman!"

Emily's hand holding the list trembled, raised her head, looked at the man with a cold chill, but smiled like a flower, her voice was unusually charming, "Lieutenant Lee, are you proposing to me? I promise you. Waiter, I'll order the most expensive dish you have here, as well as wine. I just said yes to Lieutenant Lee's proposal, we are all happy and must celebrate!"

As soon as Adam entered the Dynasty Hotel, he saw the woman he was looking for smiling hideously and wickedly as she took the menu from the waiter's hand, while the man opposite her was wiping his sweat with a frightened white face.

This woman, where was half of the look of a blind date? He began to have some sympathy for the man she had been dating.