Nine Hundred and Ninety-Three Chapters "Dog" Grabs Food and Treats Guests

American law does not protect the at-fault party in a divorce.

Most of the time, the law will tend to protect women, and the "fault party" here of course also refers to women.

For many middle-aged men, the "ex-wife" is the most devastating weapon.

Once these men get divorced, it is impossible for them to be alone, and they have to carry a large amount of debt.

It is not uncommon for men to be in the middle class before marriage and to get divorced and bankrupt.

It is also for this reason that more and more Americans choose not to get married. Some families have two or three children, and the husband and wife are still not official husband and wife.

To a large extent, it is because the cost of divorce is too high for most people to the extent that they have no courage to marry.

Once this woman loses this protection, her husband will be able to get out of the way, and even ask for her property to be divided upside down.

Alarming in her heart, she hurriedly shook her head: "No, we just had a quarrel."

Luke was a little unconvinced: "I seem to have heard just now that you accused her of intent to murder?"

His eyes moved to the slender and petite figure next to him.

The man and woman looked at each other and shook their heads: "No, you heard it wrong. We just quarreled a few words. It's all right now. Let's go right away."

Luke raised his hand: "That's up to the lady's consent. Otherwise, I must make an official transcript for you, and record your ID on the record, so as to prevent you from complaining about NYPD's inaction in the future..."

"It's just a quarrel, can they leave quickly?" The petite figure in front of him lowered his head and said sullenly.

Luke snorted and looked at the pair of Gou men and women again.

The man and woman were at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Luke: "I need to say, please leave quickly, don't waste the NYPD police force?"

The man and woman were stunned for two seconds before trying to understand what it meant to get them out of the way.

But after being tossed by Luke like this, they didn't dare to be as arrogant as before. They were not the kind of existence of the Soderbergh family, and they were not qualified to command the NYPD.

Hearing this straightforward chasing language, the two felt depressed.

But he turned his feet without hesitation, and left the police station hall in a flash.

Luke raised his hand and gestured: "Go over and sit down and explain the situation by the way, Miss Jones."

Hearing his voice, Jessica Jones couldn't help but looked up at his face again, lowered her head quickly, and followed him.

When he got to the desk, Luke grabbed a chair next to him, motioned her to sit, snatched a bag of small cakes from the mouth of the dog who was hiding under the desk, opened it and put it in front of Jessica: "Homemade little cake. Snack, taste, and speak slowly."

Jessica stared blankly at the two small cakes exposed from the kraft paper bag, feeling inexplicable in her heart.

Luke dug into the drawer again and put a carton of milk: "If it's too dry, you can drink some milk."

After picking up the cake for a moment, Jessica put it back into the bag: "Someone came to me and asked me to help investigate the man's cheating. It turned out that these two people designed it, led me to appear, and wanted to settle accounts with me."

Luke: "Huh?"

Jessica: "As you think, I once investigated the woman whose husband wanted to divorce her, but he didn't want to go bankrupt."

Luke: "She made this a big deal, doesn't she have to lose the lawsuit?"

Jessica: "If it didn't happen, she would probably lose 80%. If this happened, it would just become a sure loss. If she has the brain, she won't find a boyfriend during the critical period of divorce."

Luke was speechless and could only change the subject a little: "Why did they say you murdered?"

Jessica: "Because I smashed the place where they cheated, maybe I'm afraid I will smash them together."

Luke was surprised: "Your office still has the business of demolishing houses?"

Jessica rolled her eyes angrily: "who made their mouths stink, as if it was a big deal for me to film her stealing."

Luke pondered: "Divorce is not too small, right?"

Jessica: "She was going for a divorce, but she might not get the money. What she cares about is money, but she has no interest in saving her marriage."

Luke knew about the matter, but he was not interested in going deeper.

He is more pleasing to Jessica. Of course, this kind of small dispute will not help the couple: "OK, it's alright, you can leave at any time. Well, you can leave after eating."

After saying that, he ignored her and checked the information on the computer.

Jessica was silent for a moment, stood up and took a step, but stopped, turned and grabbed the cake paper bag on the table, and walked away quickly.

When her figure disappeared, Selena looked at him playfully: "This doesn't seem to be very easy to tease?"

Luke looked away from the screen and smiled at her: If I hadn't been strong-willed last time, I would have been forced to talk about it?

For the "naive" Selena, he didn't want to attack either, just let her be happy.

John winked at Luke not far behind her, motioning to go to the rest room.

Luke got up and took another bag of cakes from the mouth of the gold nugget under the table.

Gold Nugget let out an "Ouch", expressing his dissatisfaction with someone's dog-eaten food in a perfunctory manner, and took out today's twenty-fifth bag of small cakes from the box beside him and ate it.

Anyway, they are all time-drenched goods, and the big devil can take it.

When he got to the lounge, Luke threw the paper bag in his hand.

Already sitting on the sofa, John, who sighed comfortably, raised his hand to catch it, opened it, took out the cake without seeing it, and ate it: "Ask me for something?"

Luke: "Everyone in the office has them."

John's hand paused: "Everyone?"

Luke: "About one hundred and fifty bags."

John was speechless.

There are no more than 180 people in the police department in this office area, and at most two-thirds of them come to the police station every day, which is really enough.

While chewing the cake, he said vaguely: "You might as well open a pastry shop, you can make more money than being a police detective."

Luke looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

John is a typical example of thick and thin on the outside. Neither his actions nor his appearance can hide the carefulness of his top police detective. Looking at Luke's expression, he knows something is wrong: "Well, isn't it?"

Luke: "If it wasn't for when you were in the Zhongfu Building, a guy blew up a floor of someone's house, causing millions of dollars in damage, I think old man Aoki would definitely give out hundreds of thousands of dollars in private rewards. of."

John pouted: "At that time, I was patronizing to kill those guys who launched RPGs... Wait, how do you know that Aoki will send private rewards."

Luke smiled without saying a word.

John didn't need him to say more, and slapped himself on the forehead in annoyance: "Then why didn't I lose hundreds of thousands?"

Luke hehe: "You can think of something better."

John: "Huh?"

Luke: "Compared to the reward of hundreds of thousands, it's the happiest if you don't pay those millions of losses. You can't ask NYPD to report Los Angeles to you."