One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty-Nine Chapters Watch the Fun, Gifts, Rest

This green space is covered by a green belt on the side of the road, but it is very open on the side of the river, which is confined and can see the Brooklyn Bridge a few hundred meters away.

I saw a section of the bridge over there that was completely blocked by police cars on both sides, and the police lights of patrol cars were also swimming by the river at both ends of the bridge.

Helicopters buzzed across the sky from time to time, and they searched back and forth along the river. Some were printed with the words fbi, and more were the logos of various TV stations.

Obviously, many reporters came to grab the news.

Max just took a look at it, and hurriedly pulled out a telescope from the storage box.

She said that she wanted to watch the fun, and Luke temporarily put this little toy in.

Most people in the house world have a little bit of a voyeuristic preference, and a lot of people have done that sort of thing, looking around with a telescope.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with giving her some tools.

Excitedly, he glanced at the binoculars in front of him, and Max said that the live broadcast had already started: "Wow, what a big scene, there are dozens of notes on the bridge... um, those people are... csu? What are they doing? ?"

Luke: "Criminal scene investigation team, collecting evidence."

As he said that, he pulled the handbrake, and then while Max's eyes were empty, he stretched his hand under his seat, in fact, he took out a large gift box from the storage space.

Max was watching with great interest, and muttered, "I don't know what kind of suspect? Can your car withstand it?"

Luke poked her with his finger: "Can you stand this?"

Max turned his head and saw the gift box, and immediately opened his mouth: "holyshxt! Could it be... a Valentine's Day gift?"

Luke decisively denied: "No. I just think it suits you. In fact, I should have brought it last time, but I forgot."

It really wasn't a Valentine's Day gift, and of course he couldn't recognize it.

Once the holiday gifting thing starts, it's not over.

After all, he is a very fair person. If he gave one, wouldn't the others give him away?

I feel uncomfortable if I don’t give it away. After I give it away, it may become a routine. It can’t be less every year.

It doesn't matter how much you spend, the important thing is that this special holiday gift must be done with care.

If you buy something and send it away without the usual intentions, it will have the opposite effect.

Max only represents the easiest difficulty.

Ginny is the former Bai Fumei and now the domineering female president. The price of giving her a gift cannot reflect sincerity. This one is at least difficult.

And Elena is an artist, and her thinking is sometimes more elusive than that of a female president. Gifts must be new and difficult.

So he never spends Valentine's Day with anyone, and at most spend some time before and after the holiday.

Max ignored this at all, and laughed hohoho in his mouth: "Except for the study materials I received from the nerd next door when I was eight years old, my mother has never given me a serious Valentine's Day gift. Well, here Wouldn't it be an electric toy? Or a lollipop paper with twelve fruit flavors?"

Luke: ... well,

Don't ruin her sweet dreams anymore.

Most people were beaten for a few years when they first entered society, but Max was beaten by society since childhood—her mother is a social person.

If it weren't for Max's extraordinary open-mindedness, it would be normal to become a female version of Jack Bird now.

At this moment she stared at the gift box: "Can I open it?"

Luke: "Well, you can put it on immediately, the temperature in this car is high enough that you won't catch a cold."

Max turned his head in surprise, looking overly frightened: "Could it be that this is a specially made leather jacket..."

Luke laughed, stretched out his hand and pulled her face to face: "You think so beautifully! If you really bought it, you can only wear it in the room."

Max snorted, ignoring his black hand, and began to quickly open the box with his head down.

Then she whispered and picked up a white dress from the box: "Wow, this thing is... cool."

Luke almost laughed.

Most of the time, the eldest sister's rants are in a string.

But occasionally encountering "luxury items" that are beyond her cognition, she will "however I have no culture, and go around the world with one word."

She doesn't know much about top luxury clothing, but recently picked up a lost (discarded) fashion magazine that featured the dress.

To put it simply, fifty years ago, a top ten actress in the top 100 actresses in film history once wore the same dress of this brand.

What Luke sent was not a customized version, just a normal genuine version, not particularly expensive.

But what makes Max happy is that she just had a mouthful a few days ago and mentioned it casually once.

The reason she likes it, apart from being really beautiful, is probably that the actress known for being sexy has the same "prominent" "advantage".

Holding the skirt in front of her and looking at it for a moment, she was really tempted: "You wait." Then she squeezed from the gap in the middle of the front row to the back row.

Luke smiled and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

The rustling of clothes sounded, and within two minutes, she got back into the front row again: "How is it?"

Luke lowered the back of the driver's seat, looked at her sideways, and nodded with satisfaction: "It really suits you."

Max also supported the unconstrained pectoralis major with satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand to grope under his ribs for a moment: "It just feels a little cooler on both sides."

She touched the top of her lower abdomen again: "It's also a little cold here, and the fork is too low."

Luke chuckled: "That's why I turned the air conditioner so high."

Max bowed and moved over and sat on his lap: "I am very satisfied with this gift, boy, do you want a reward?"

Luke blinked: "Go ahead, don't stop?"

Max supported the backrest beside his head with both hands, and a variant version of the wall dong came in the car: "Is that so?"

As she spoke, her head slowly fell.

His lips were soft, but Luke's gaze had crossed Max's smooth shoulders, passed through the front windshield, and landed on the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance.

The tension brought about by the joker vs dark knight scene tonight gradually eased.

This show is still tiring.

Among them, the bloody and cruel melee combat is the easiest and not worth mentioning.

For Luke, who has gradually become accustomed to three-thread operation, the battle of the two clones is just a "set of moves", which is similar to the difficulty of an ordinary person's left and right hands to coordinate a set of actions.

The muscle control and the ability of the fighting master make it easy for the two avatars to play the effect of a martial arts scene.

The more difficult job is to have complete control over the joker's expression and voice.

Most of the facial expressions of the two sides in the martial arts films were made up or cut.

And the live version of joker's performance tonight must be played once, without any chance of making mistakes.

So far, this seems to be working fine.

The most tiring and tiring thing was the process of deliberately leaving part of the blood, hair, and muscle tissue that belonged to the joker on the bridge deck.