One Thousand Three Hundred Seventy-Seven Chapters Magic Props Female Mage, Wen Liangqian Gives Way to Police Detective

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Max's face was hahaha: "But there are always men who want to sleep in your bed, use up the condoms you bought, sleep with the person who sleeps with you again, and finally leave with a pat on the butt. Of course, if they can steal more than a few dozen dollars from you. Knife cash, that would be perfect."

Luke was shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Really." Max nodded without hesitation: "But it must be handsome."

Luke: "I'm handsome?"

Max glanced at him sideways, thinking for a moment: "At least 70% of your level, including face and muscles."

When Luke heard it, he was happy: "That's it, I can at least take away two hundred dollars?"

Max: "If I have money, my mother is willing to pay two thousand dollars for a night."

Luke: "Thank you so much for your generosity."

Max: "Go away, I don't have money, you should go find those rich women in their forties and fifties."

Luke smiled and encouraged her: "It's okay, you work hard to make cakes, maybe you will become a rich woman when you are 40 or 50 years old, I can wait."

Max smiled half-smile: "That's really thank you for Ji Yan."

Luke: "You're welcome. I think we should go in and discuss the theoretical knowledge of cake making."

Max: "Wait, tomorrow's cake isn't done at all..."

Luke: "When we finish studying the theoretical pose together... ah, I'll come back to finish it after I don't know. Even if you don't believe in my ability, you still have to believe in my physical strength."

Max rolled her eyes, and when she was picked up, she closed the bedroom door: "Don't be too loud, Caroline said that she is prone to insomnia."

Luke: "I'll remind you to be quiet. Besides, Caroline is still in the bathroom, can't hear."

He said so, but he was muttering in his heart: People are much busier than us, self-sufficient female magician... Life is really too difficult.

I just don't know how powerful the newly bought "magic prop" shower head is.

...

the next day,

Luke himself has gone to the police station to report that the avatar is still sitting in the living room of Max's house drinking coffee and eating cake.

Although the measurement data of the clone is only 10 points, the actual coefficient is 4. Four times the physique of ordinary people and the recovery effect of primary self-healing, he was not tired at all last night.

Going to take a shower at four 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 alone until three o'clock, then went in again not long after coming out, and came out at four o'clock with a tired face.

Luke felt that the female magician was indeed a bit difficult, so he should not let her bake the flatbread over and over again.

So he made up a special sleeping pill, and Caroline immediately fell into a deep and sweet sleep.

Looking at the nightly news, about the Batman Black Catwoman vs. the New York gangs, Luke couldn't help laughing and crying.

This "war" should probably be changed to "beating" more reasonable.

Because there is no battle at all, the two who are in a hurry to deal with the gangsters, one punch and one is no 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 interrupted.

After reading the news, he got up and transported the packaged cakes at home to Max's house through the storage space, and prepared today's lunch for the two girls by the way.

As for how much meat they will grow after eating this sumptuous amount of Feinanxue cakes and Stollen cakes, Luke doesn't have to worry about it.

He can control how much Max grows.

The female magician, Caroline, is not easy to gain weight by nature. She spent more than an hour in the bathroom last night, and it is no problem to eat a few desserts.

At twelve noon, Luke realized that Caroline was about to wake up, and then got up and walked out of the side door.

Outside the side door, a beautiful but slightly old horse stood there, staring straight at him.

Luke stuck the carrot he brought out on the wooden stick next to it, and touched its horse's head: "Li Bao eats quietly, don't tell your master."

Li Bao blinked, neighed softly, put his mouth to the carrot and started eating.

Luke couldn't help but touched its neck again, thinking of a little black horse that exploded: "Alas, it's a pity you can't get on fire."

After he finished speaking, he lost a smile, opened the small gate on the fence and walked 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 landed on the pile of cake boxes over there, she couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Every morning I can't see anyone, I leave a pile of cakes and leave. Is this guy a wizard? Well, maybe in a previous life The one who also worked as a cook, haha."

After slandering someone who was elusive behind her back, Caroline remembered the real business: "Perhaps, I should suggest that Max change a soundproof door in her bedroom, or she should plug her mouth in advance, otherwise my insomnia is inevitable."

Thinking like this, she was a little envious in her heart: When can I let Max lose sleep?

But where to find a handsome, caring, strong and capable boyfriend? This is the biggest problem with female magicians.

This question is as unsolved as where a male magician can find a girlfriend.

...

Luke and Selena, who went to work at the police station, made up their minds to fish, and didn't forget to bring a batch of cupcakes.

The cake is made by smart kitchen utensils, and the work of taking out, packing, and packing is also done by Xiaohuo operating a robotic arm robot, which is easy and hassle-free.

Several groups of colleagues who stayed up late and worked overtime were grateful for the snacks that Luke and the two brought.

They were called out from home to work overtime last night, and the taste is gone.

They can't complain yet.

Although it's a bit embarrassing that Batman and Black Catwoman are credited to the door of NYPD, the meat has been fed to the mouth, and those who don't eat it are fools.

Walter, who had just taken office, just looked at Luke, who greeted and chatted with everyone outside, and waited for the two to bring snacks.

Sure enough, Luke came in a few minutes later.

Walter's style is more direct than Dustin's. The door of the office is not closed.

Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, the old guys like John, Joe, and Ricky aren't involved. Why am I involved?"

Walter rolled his eyes, knowing that this guy was trying to be lazy.

To say that what Batman and Black Catwoman did last night could hide from Luke, he wouldn't believe it.

This guy has only been in New York for half a year, and his relationship is no less than his own, and his relationship with the upper management is incomparable.

They slept at home honestly last night, and didn't make a single phone call. It was obvious that they didn't want to share the credit for this time.

He thought again that Luke had just turned 20 a few days old, the rank of second-level police inspector on his head, and the battle cross that had been set, and it was indeed a bit too much to take this kind of credit.

Luke is not John.

The more of these credits John gets, the more likely he is to go on to a promotion.

Because John had been a police inspector for several years before, the promotion period was long enough, and he was demoted purely by himself.

Luke must stay in this position for two years now. After all, this guy is an exception at the level of a police officer, and a police inspector is an exception. Who dares to make an exception at the police superintendent rank.

The police superintendent can already be delegated to the branch to serve as the chief. A twenty-year-old branch chief, what do you think of other young people who are still working as patrol officers at the age of twenty?