The daily life of American drama detective

"Chuck?"

Seeing that Chuck was silent, Mrs. Bin called out expectantly.

"you are welcome."

Facing Mrs. Bin's fiery gaze, Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said calmly, "Chandler is my friend."

"Yes Yes."

Hearing what he said, Mrs. Bin looked away a little guilty, looked around, as if she was worried about being seen by her son, but then said with some reluctance: "Because you are Chandler's friend, you met in a foreign country. Now, can't we have lunch together? If Chandler finds out, he must blame me for not entertaining him well..."

Under Chuck's expressionless gaze, she couldn't speak any more ambiguous words.

"I'll make a video call to him."

Chuck didn't refuse, but took out his cell phone and called Chandler.

"Ah this."

Mrs. Bing was both delighted and surprised.

The joy is that Chuck seems to agree.

What surprised her was that this matter was really going to be brought to her son. If she really wanted to thank Chuck for treating him to this meal of Kung Pao Chicken, she had to say hello to her son and ask for his permission.

It was really hard for her.

You know, she and her son have just eliminated the estrangement in their hearts. If she suddenly appears and gets involved with his good friend again, she is worried that her son will feel uncomfortable and have shadows again.

But asking her to stop Chuck's actions and give up completely, pretending it wasn't the case, she couldn't say it.

After all, she had come to a foreign country to gather ideas for her new novel.

Inspiration, for her, is the guy who eats.

That's right!

As soon as she saw Chuck here, all of a sudden the familiar burst of inspiration came back, and she had a hunch that if she followed this feeling, she would definitely write a pinnacle book.

Let her interrupt the opportunity of inspiration now, she who considers herself an artist, really can't make up her mind.

Confused, she can only pray secretly in her heart, her son is also an artist who needs inspiration now, so he should be able to understand her...

In this complex and exciting state of mind, she watched Chuck dial her son Chandler's video call, and heard his son Chandler's familiar teasing voice.

"Chuck, it's so rare that you would take the initiative to call me. Tell me, do you like my mother and want to be my father?"

"..."

Mrs. Bean was dumbfounded.

This, this, what is the situation?
"No."

Chuck said bluntly: "It's your mother who wants to treat me to Kung Pao Chicken. I think I need to ask your opinion."

"..."

This time it was the turn of Chandler on the other end of the video to twitch, speechless.

He's just making fun of himself every day.

Who would have thought that it would be a prophecy!

What is this called!

"Where's my mother?"

Chandler and Chuck looked at each other for a while, seeing that he was not humorous, he said silently.

"Chandler."

Seeing that Chuck pointed the camera at herself, Mrs. Bin could only greet her son with a guilty conscience: "I just met Chuck suddenly, thinking of his help to you, and want to invite him to dinner to thank him."

"Then I also want to thank you for loving me."

Chandler laughed at himself: "Is it just Kung Pao Chicken?"

"Just kidding."

Mrs. Bin said embarrassingly: "Chuck mentioned that I mentioned Kung Pao Chicken in a TV interview in the past, and used it to joke that I was better at playing than his sisters. I also said it in passing."

"Then you're really here."

Chandler said quietly.

"You also know that I haven't released a new book for a long time, and I came to Mexico this time to gather folk stories..."

Mrs. Bin tried to explain with a wry smile.

"Good job."

Chandler complained: "You know that Rachel, who admired you the most and wanted to learn from you to learn how to write, is now one step ahead of you?"

"Rachel?"

Mrs. Bin was taken aback, and looked at Chuck with admiration: "Then Phoebe is left?"

"..."

Chandler is really powerless to complain about his hot mom's attitude: "You don't need to explain to me, anyway, no matter what you do, you won't be more hot-eyed than your dad here. You can do whatever you want."

After saying something to his mother, he looked at Chuck with a half-smile: "You are really a friend, you even said hello to me in advance, but it's best not to tell Joey about this, otherwise he will definitely I want to take a photo of his mother when she was young and ask you if his mother is pretty, and then bless you all!"

After speaking, he actively hung up the video.

When he met such a hot mom, what else could he do besides not asking?
Even if the psychological shadow is basically eliminated now, it is really impossible for him to say that as long as his friend and mother truly love each other, he will bless him like the heartless Joey.

Chuck calmly put away his phone, walked to the passenger seat, and greeted, "Let's go!"

"Oh."

Seeing this, Mrs. Bin, who was in a complicated mood, quickly put away her complicated emotions and sat in the driver's seat. When she stepped on the accelerator and the car drove out, she glanced at Chuck, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up.

Not for anything else, but to test the results of Rachel, who learned how to write a book with her, and she wants to try it herself.

The more she thought about it, the more inspired she was, she drove Chuck directly to the hotel where she was staying, which was the hotel where Chuck and the others were staying.

After all, she is the world's top writer of Liu Bei's novels. Even if her ex-husbands have divided almost all her property over the years, as long as the copyright of the novel is still there and the novel is still being written, she will not be short of money and will naturally live. Best hotel ever.

"Chuck, this way!"

Mrs. Bin didn't know that Chuck lived here, so she hurriedly asked him to go with her after getting off the car. She didn't bother to go to the restaurant in the hotel to eat, and planned to go back to her room first, and then call directly to order the meal.

Chuck glanced at his suite, raised his ornamental glasses, and followed her.

"Nora, do you know each other?"

Seeing the two of them coming back together, and the smile from the heart on Mrs. Bin's face, the welcome brother said with a sour smile.

For a rich, famous, handsome, and well-figured woman like Nora Bin, although he is just a welcome boy, he dares to admit that after so many years of welcoming guests who go out early and return late, he often can't eat on time. All broken.

Ah!
He likes to eat soft rice!

Mrs. Bin is the best one he has ever met who is suitable for feeding him soft food!

Originally he thought he had hope.

But now it seems that it is in vain.

"Correct."

Mrs. Bin was very happy, and nodded with a smile, but she didn't chat with the welcoming brother as much as before, and went inside directly.

Chuck followed.

The welcome boy watched them enter the hotel, his smile became more bitter, and he cursed in a low voice in Mexican.

On a high-rise building one kilometer away, the killer who was wearing a waiter uniform in the corridor stood on the top of the building and looked at the hotel with binoculars. When he saw the woman beside Chuck, he let out a foreigner-like expression Exclaimed: "Norabin!"

That's right!

He also knew the famous Nora Bin.

No way, who made Nora Bing's novels follow the universal theme of human nature, without any cultural barriers at all.

According to Rachel, every time she takes a plane, she must buy a copy of Nora Bing's masterpiece at the magazine kiosk at the airport and read it carefully on the plane.

Therefore, places of public transportation such as airplanes and trains are the best-selling channels for Nora Bean's novels.

As a professional killer, he often flies around and goes to various countries to perform missions. He is actually very similar to Nora Bing who is everywhere, so he has a strong sense of substitution for the novel written by Nora Bing. Bin's loyal fan.

He even planned to imitate the plot in Norabin's novel, have a romantic encounter in a foreign country, and truly interpret the content of the book.

It's a pity that Noorabin's perspective in the novel is mainly female. As a big man, he can't fully replace it. In addition, as the most professional professional killer, his reason does not allow him to do so.

"Fake!"

The professional killer cursed again, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a while, and didn't call the online number to ask if he wanted to continue the topic.

He was a fan of Nora Bing, but not necessarily his boss.

And even if it is, he will never give up the assassination of Detective Chuck just because of an idol.

"Pity."

The professional assassin sighed blankly for the passing of the idol, picked up the binoculars to look again, and found that they had gone in and could no longer see them.

He packed his things and left quickly.

As soon as the assassination plan has been arranged, the subsequent assassinations are like dominoes toppled, and there is no need for him to stay here.

Moreover, the astonishing explosion of this kind of foreign-related hotel, the death is still the detective Chuck and the big figures like Norabin, which will definitely attract a lot of police and spies.

If he stays here, Bao Buqi will be targeted by the aggressive police and spies, which is not conducive to hiding his identity.

Secondly, he really couldn't bear to see his idol die tragically under his bomb.

So let’s go first.

"Chuck, what are you looking at?"

In Nora Bing's room, after she called the front desk to make an order, she saw Chuck standing by the window, looking in one direction. His tall and straight figure, handsome appearance, and resolute eyes made her a little weak. .

"Prelude."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said frankly.

"Prelude?"

Mrs. Bin was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood.

She has long heard her son Chandler mention that Chuck has a serious cleanliness obsession, and every scientific research experiment must go through strict cleaning procedures, no less than a doctor entering the operating room.

As a casual person, if it were someone else, she would have left long ago.

But now hearing what Chuck said, she felt strangely excited.

I have written books for so many years, and the books have always been so straightforward. For example, Grandma Little Sheldon's favorite book is in the stables on the Texas farm.

This kind of content has been the same pattern, and now it has suddenly changed its tone. I don't know if readers can accept it. Anyway, she only feels the long-lost strong stimulation.

"Then you send me that purge list document... have a look?"

Mrs. Bin smiled and said, "I've heard about it a long time ago, so I finally got to see it today?"

Chuck didn't explain that the prelude in his mouth was different from what she understood, took out his phone and sent it.

Mrs. Bin read it immediately after receiving it, and it really lived up to its reputation, and it was very complicated.

"I'll try it."

Mrs. Bin estimated the time, and she didn't even want to eat lunch, so she went directly to the bathroom. Some links can be advanced.

Chuck watched her into the bathroom, took out his phone and began to operate.

in a club.

Even though it was still noon outside, it was completely dark inside, and it was arranged as a night party mode, with ambiguous lights, exciting music, crowded crowds, swaying dancing postures, and raised wine glasses.

It's no wonder that young people in California like to run here.

It's so hilarious!

In China, even if you are under the age, you can get wine at the party, but you are somewhat scrupulous and dare not let it go.

But here, not only is the drinking age set lower, but the key point is that it's just a show, and no one checks or cares about it.

The locals want you to drink to death and spend more.

The three of Haili came over according to the news they received, and what they saw was this scene. Haili and Marisa were fine, but Shama, who liked the excitement, screamed and writhed excitedly.

"Luke and they should be up there."

Shama twisted her body around the two of them, beckoning them to follow her.

Marisa was in a bad mood at the moment, because she had just received news that her father had moved out of the house while she was on vacation.

Parents are really getting divorced.

However, neither Shama nor Hailey cares much about this.

no way.

Shama's parents have been divorced for many years, and she has experienced it for a long time. Haili has lived a happy life since she was a child, because her half-brother, Chuck, has a good impression of her mother's family before her divorce.

For them, Marisa's parents divorced as soon as they got divorced, no big deal.

Besides, it didn't just explode out of nowhere, but there were early signs, and now it's just that the boots fell to the ground.

The attitude of the girlfriends naturally made Marisa, who wanted to be hypocritical, unable to be hypocritical, so she could only follow along, hoping to find her boyfriend Luke to regroup and vent her emotions.

She wanted to prove to Chuck that he wasn't all right!

The three squeezed through the crowd and walked up, and saw that almost all of them were familiar faces from Orange County.

Although they went abroad to play, everyone's circle is still there. Of course, the wealthy middle-class children in Orange County will not hang out with the little bastards downstairs.

Then Marisa froze there, but through the dancing crowd, she saw the tall boyfriend Luke in the middle kissing an acquaintance.

"asshole!"

Shama also saw it, and immediately rushed over, grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her away from Luke's arms, and then yelled at Luke who was bewildered: "That's how you treat Marisa?! "

"Didn't you say you can't come?"

Luke ignored Shama, but looked at his girlfriend puzzled.

"Is it a question of whether she will come or not?"

Hayley squinted at him.

"I am drunk."

Luke didn't dare to look directly into Hailey's eyes. He watched his girlfriend Marisa's sincere explanation, and walked over while speaking.

"Don't come here!!!"

Marissa yelled brokenly, and wanted to run outside, but was stopped by Haili: "This is Mexico, not Orange County, don't run around, and why?"

While speaking, she pulled Marisa towards Luke. After getting closer, she looked up at the tall Luke, and punched him in the stomach, causing him to bend down in pain instantly, and then slapped Luke. Then he smiled at the stunned Marisa: "Look, this is the crux of the problem! It's what you should do!"