Max's complexion was hehe: "But there are always men who want to sleep in your bed, use up the condoms you bought, sleep with your man, and finally pat their ass and leave. Of course, if they can steal a few more dollars from you Knife cash, that would be perfect."
Luke was shocked: "Are you serious?"
"Really." Max nodded without hesitation: "But you must be handsome."
Luke: "I'm handsome?"
Max squinted at him and thought for a moment: "At least 70% of your level, including face and muscles."
Luke laughed when he heard it: "That's right, I'm like... At least I can take away two hundred dollars, right?"
Max: "If you have money, my mother is willing to pay two thousand dollars for a night."
Luke: "Thank you so much for your generosity."
Max: "Get out, I have no money, you should go find those rich women in their forties or fifties."
Luke encouraged her with a smile: "It's okay, you work hard to make cakes, maybe you will become a rich woman when you are forty or fifty years old, I can wait."
Max smiled half-smile: "Thank you for your good words."
Luke: "You're welcome. I think we should go in and discuss the theoretical knowledge of making cakes."
Max: "Wait, tomorrow's cake isn't done at all..."
Luke: "I will come back and finish it after we finish studying the theoretical pose... oh no knowledge. Even if you don't believe in my ability, you still have to believe in my physical strength."
Max rolled his eyes, and she was picked up and closed the bedroom door casually: "Wait a minute, don't make too much noise, Caroline said she is prone to insomnia."
Luke: "I'll remind you to keep your voice down. Besides, Caroline is still in the bathroom, so I can't hear you."
Saying this in his mouth, he was muttering in his heart: She is much busier than us, a self-sufficient female magician... life is really too difficult.
I just don't know if the function of the newly purchased "magic prop" shower head is not strong enough.
…
The next day, Luke himself had gone to the police station to report, and his avatar was still drinking coffee and eating cake in the living room of Max's house.
Although the measurement data of the avatar is only 10 points, the actual coefficient is 4, four times the physique of ordinary people and the recovery effect of primary self-healing, so he was not tired at all last night.
He took a shower at four o'clock in the morning. He took out a bag of coffee from the storage space, brewed a pot leisurely, took out the computer and started browsing the news.
On the folding bed in the corner of the living room, Caroline fell into a coma when he came out.
The female magician tossed in the bathroom by herself until three o'clock, and went in again not long after she came out, and came out with a tired face at four o'clock.
Luke felt that this female magician was indeed a bit difficult, so he didn't let her make big cakes over and over again.
So he added a special sleeping pill, and Caroline fell into a deep and sweet dream immediately.
Luke couldn't laugh or cry after reading the nightly news about Batman and Black Catwoman's fight against gangs in New York.
Perhaps this "big battle" should be changed to "beating" which is more reasonable.
Because there was no fighting at all, the two who were in a hurry to deal with those gangsters could punch each other without any problem.
If the second punch is used, it is not because the opponent is too strong, but because the opponent's second arm needs to be broken.
After watching the news, he got up and transported the packed cake at home to Max's house through the storage space, and prepared today's lunch for the two girls by the way.
Luke didn't worry about how much meat they would grow after eating the rich amount of Fernandez cakes and Stollen cakes.
He can control how much Max grows.
The female magician Caroline is not easy to gain weight by nature, and she spent more than an hour messing around in the bathroom last night, eating a few desserts is no problem.
At twelve noon, Luke realized that Caroline was about to wake up, so he got up and walked out the side door.
Outside the side door, a beautiful but slightly old horse stood there, staring straight at him.
Luke stuck the carrot that he brought out on the side of the wooden bar, and stroked its horse's head: "Li Bao eat it quietly, don't tell your master."
Li Bao blinked, neighed softly, moved his mouth to the carrot and started eating.
Luke couldn't help touching its neck again, thinking of a little black horse that exploded: "Oh, it's a pity you can't get angry."
After he finished speaking, he smiled to himself, opened the small gate on the fence and went out: What can he think, it is the ghost rider who can get angry, not the horse.
Five minutes later, Caroline got up and looked around blankly.
When her eyes fell on a pile of cake boxes over there, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "Every morning, I don't see anyone, and leave behind a lot of cakes. Is this guy a wizard? Well, maybe in his previous life The kind who used to be a cook, haha."
After slandering someone who appeared and disappeared behind her back, Caroline remembered the business: "Perhaps, I should suggest that Max change a soundproof door in her bedroom, or she should gag her mouth in advance, otherwise my insomnia is inevitable."
Thinking of this, she felt a little envious in her heart: It would be nice if I could make Max insomnia instead.
But where can I find a handsome, caring, strong and capable boyfriend? This is the biggest problem for the female wizard.
This question is as unsolvable as where a male magician can find a girlfriend.
…
Luke and Selena, who were going to work in the police station, made up their minds to catch fish, and they didn't forget to bring a batch of cupcakes there.
The cake is made by the smart kitchen tool, and the work of taking out, packing, and boxing is also done by Xiaoshao operating the robotic arm robot, which is effortless and labor-intensive.
Several groups of colleagues who stayed up late and worked overtime were very grateful for the snacks brought by Luke and the others.
They were called out from home to work overtime last night, and this feeling is gone.
They can't complain yet.
It's a bit embarrassing for Batman and Black Catwoman to send the credit to the door of nypd, but the meat is fed to the mouth, and those who don't eat it are fools.
Walter, who was newly appointed, just looked at Luke and Luke outside who were greeting and chatting with everyone, and waited for them to bring snacks.
Sure enough, Luke came in a few minutes later.
Walter's style is more direct than Dustin's, and the door of the office is not closed, and he said directly: "Do you want to divide the case?"
Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, old guys like John, Joe, and Ricky didn't get involved, so why should I get involved?"
Walter rolled his eyes, knowing that the guy was trying to be lazy.
He wouldn't believe it if he could hide from Luke what Batman and Black Catwoman did last night.
This guy has only been in New York for more than half a year, and his relationship is no less than his own, and the upper-level relationship is even more incomparable.
He honestly slept at home last night and didn't make a single phone call, obviously because he didn't want to share the credit for this time.
He thought about how Luke had just turned 20 years old, had the rank of second-class inspector on his head, and the battle cross that had already been awarded, and it was indeed a bit too much to grab such credit.
Luke is not John.
The more of these credits John gets, the more likely he is to go on to be promoted.
Because John had been a police inspector for several years before, the promotion years were long enough, and it was purely self-defeating to demote himself.
Luke has to stay in this position for two years now. After all, even if this guy is a superintendent at the level of a sergeant, and a superintendent, who the hell dares to be a superintendent
The police superintendent can already be delegated to the sub-bureau as the chief. A 20-year-old branch chief, what do you think of other 20-year-old young people who are still working as patrol officers