He took a sip of the red wine and put down his glass.

Looking at the ketchup on the plate, Ethan said with a smile: "It seems that your psychological quality has improved well." ”

"Why do you say that?"

Burgess stirred the pasta with a fork and looked at it curiously.

"Change to a few months ago." Ethan also stirred with her, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't think you can eat these things." ”

On the dinner plate, there are red, white, and a lot of minced meat.

It looked like the one that had been blown up, especially tonight, when someone was shot at close range in front of Burgess.

was reminded by Ethan like this, and she also reacted.

The stirring action can't help but slow down a bit.

"I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Ethan hurriedly said, "I didn't mean to mention it. ”

"It's okay." Burgess smiled and said with a sigh: "I'm also surprised that I have adapted to it, who would have thought that I was still a flight attendant at this time last year." ”

"Thank you so much tonight, if it weren't for you."

"Don't talk about that."

Ethan shoved the pasta into his mouth and said vaguely, "Even if I'm not there, Erin will shoot him to death, and you'll be fine." ”

"Hmm."

Burgess nodded: "But after all, you saved me, didn't you?" ”

"How many times has this been?"

Who's going to count those things, Ethan shook his head, pointing to her plate.

Burgess understood, and the two of them ate a quiet supper again.

In her small apartment, there was only a screak of squeezing.

After a few minutes, the plate was swept away, and Ethan leaned back comfortably on the couch.

Burgess got up and brought the plate back to the kitchen, then walked back briskly and sat down, looking at Ethan with shining eyes: "Tell me, what brought you here?" ”

"You're not in the right mood."

Ethan took a sip of red wine and continued, "Want to talk?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Burgess's eyes blinked rapidly, and he looked like he didn't know why.

"You're a good cop." Ethan shook his wine glass and whispered, "You are also a good policeman, and no one will doubt your ability." ”

"Whenever there is a chance, Hank will definitely choose you."

"But he didn't choose last time, did he?" Burgess pursed his lips and said what was in his mind:

"Judging by the existing circumstances, your comfort is not valid."

"You're just a little bit off luck." Ethan stretched out two fingers and pinched a slit: "It's not about you, it's just because of Sumner." ”

"For some reason that I can't tell you, Hank hesitates."

"If it weren't for this, I'm sure you'd be fine."

In fact, it has nothing to do with Sumner, and Hank is not the kind of person who rejects a policewoman because a female clerk has made a mistake.

Now Burgess just needed a reason, but Hank couldn't explain anything to her.

Ethan simply made one up for her so that she could get by.

Hearing these words, Burgess sighed lightly and drank the red wine in his glass.

"Like I just said."

Ethan continued to pour her red wine: "No one will question your abilities. ”

The liquor churned and swirled in the glass, and his voice continued: "You just need to be your old self and don't have to fight too hard." ”

"Tonight, some of your partner's words actually make sense."

"If you work too hard, your choices will become radical."

After adding a little more wine to himself, Ethan put the bottle down, looked at Burgess and said, "In our business, radical choices sometimes lead to what consequences, I think you should know very well." ”

"Not to mention, when your partner and you go on a mission, will they spend more time on you?"

Burgess bit his lip and took another drink.

Well, Ethan continued to pour her wine.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being on patrol." He smiled and said: "You did a great job today and helped us a lot. ”

"I see." Burgess exhaled a breath of wine, and his face became even more ruddy:

"Don't worry, I won't think about it anymore."

"No matter what, there will always be a chance in the future."

She stared at the glass, then took it and drank it down, leaving not a drop left.

Putting down the goblet, Burgess's breathing became rapid: "Did you come to tell me about these things today?" ”

"Uh-huh~"

Ethan nodded, a little confused.

The next moment, his eyes followed Burgess's body upwards, watching her movements in amazement.

The other party stood up, grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands, and pulled it casually.

The skin is delicate and warm as jade.

"If so." Burgess crumpled the red T-shirt and threw it at Ethan, she shook her hair back, put one hand on her waist and said, "At this time, I don't want to listen to you anymore, what do you think?" ”

You can see that she is very excited.

The sexy lower abdomen and chest rise and fall rapidly.

is worthy of being a flight attendant, her body management is very in place, and she is very sultry when she poses casually.

Ethan grabbed the T-shirt, put it to his nose, took a deep breath, and drank his own red wine.

He showed his white teeth and slowly stood up, his eyes red:

"This time, there's no car for you to run away."

"Hahaha, rest assured." Burgess sprang over quickly and said happily: "That kind of thing, it is enough to appear once." ”

The couch sinks and the bottle overturns.

A small half-bottle of red wine poured out, staining the carpet red.

A few minutes later, his bare feet staggered to the other side with his feet on the soaked carpet, leaving two messy footprints on the floor.

The curtains shook, and the messy clothes on the bed were heavily flattened.

"Oh my God."

Burgess let out a long sigh of relief and leaned heavily on his mattress, his brown hair falling down.

On his back, he was covered with sweat.

"Boom."

Ethan jumped lightly, landed his feet firmly on the floor, and strode towards the kitchen: "Do you have beer here?" ”

"Yes."

Burgess's voice was hoarse, and he said weakly, "Get me a bottle too, thank you." ”

"Bang~"

The lid of the beer is lifted, and a puff of white smoke comes out.

Looking at the bright night scene outside the window, Ethan blew a bottle of Carlsberg in one breath, burped happily, and looked at his hand with a sigh, the cold glass bottle was exposed to the heat, and a layer of water droplets appeared, and the amount of water was very sufficient.

The mouth of the bottle is also very small, and when the beer cap is lifted, it is very tight.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Burgess's cry rang out, looking very languid: "I'm thirsty." ”

"Right away."

Ethan came back to his senses, grabbed two bottles of Carlsberg in one hand, and walked back with a relaxed step.

The cold wind howled outside, and the house was as warm as spring.

After Ethan's tireless efforts to enlighten, Burgess finally let go of his worries, and the whole person returned to his original full vitality.

It's just that at this time, her vitality is slightly lacking.

Raising her arm to take Carlsberg, she greedily drank the cold beer, and after a while, finally relented.

"Can you promise me one thing?"

Burgess rolled over, fingers jumping lattice over his abs.

"Absolutely." Ethan took a sip of beer, and at this time, even if it was a big thing, he promised to talk about it.

"When we were at the police station."

Burgess said seriously: "Is it still the same as before?" ”

"Well, I don't want anyone to know."

"Originally, the policewoman had to put in more effort, and you are such a person, I don't want others to misunderstand that I rely on you to survive in the police station."

Sensible.

Too sensible.

Ethan had no reason to refuse such a request.

"That's right."

He frowned and said in a tangled voice, "It's not impossible, but you have to exchange something for it." ”

"No, it won't."

Burgess's eyes were raised, his eyes widened, and he said in horror, "You're still coming." ”

"No, no, no."

She quickly crawled to the side: "I want to rest, at least half an hour." ”

"Smack."

A large hand grasped her smooth ankle steadily.

Inside the small apartment, a soft cry sounded.

The next day, Ethan came to the police station relieved.

"Good morning."

He greeted Pratt with great interest and walked briskly upstairs.

Before Pratt could react, his figure disappeared behind the iron gate, and the former could only wave his hand unconsciously.

After another minute, the stairs rattled.

"Good morning."

Burgess staggered up the reception hall, nodded at Pratt and flicked her ponytail towards the patrol preparation area.

"Okay."

Pratt tugged at the corners of his mouth and replied.

She lowered her head, and the pencil continued to write and draw on the paper.

"Smack."

A subtle sound sounded, and the tip of the pencil was overwhelmed and snapped on the white paper.

Pratt jerked his head up, first in the direction Burgess had left, then on the stairs he was looking up to see a gleam in his eyes.

The corners of her mouth turned up, and the amplitude grew:

"Enlighten, enlighten a fart!"

With a light scolding, she sat down happily and slowly chopped her pencil.

After the busyness, there is silence.

Ethan wrote the report slowly, yawning from time to time.

"Damn it."

Rusek came up with two trays of coffee, and shouted excitedly:

"Guess what I just saw?"

"A bunch of aliens dancing in the streets?" Ethan took the coffee and replied casually.

"Haha." Rusekepi said with a smile:

"Guess again?"

"A bunch of aliens dancing in the sky?" Ethan is as good as a stream.

"Ferrari."

Rusek didn't dare to let Ethan guess anymore, and when the aliens would dance in Lake Michigan, he divided the cup of coffee in his hand and said excitedly, "That's a damn Ferrari transporter." ”

When it comes to luxury cars, there are few people who don't like them, especially those of Ferrari's calibre.

"Really?"

Erin was also interested: "Which model is it?" ”

"How do I know?" Russec and Atwater high-fived and exclaimed, "If only one day I could own a Ferrari." ”

"Go rent." Ethan took a sip of his coffee and put his cup down: "It's not bad to have a day." ”

"Do you like it?"

Rusek's eyes lit up: "Why don't you buy one, we can follow suit." ”

"Yes." Erin crumpled a ball of paper and threw it at Ethan: "You're barely a multimillionaire, driving an official car all day long, or a Dodger Challenger." ”

"Why don't you buy a sports car and give us something to play with?"

"Well, let's play with this."

Ethan raised his middle finger and circled the Chase room.

The crowd laughed for a while, and then fell silent.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrates, and there is an unfamiliar call on it.

"Hey." Ethan picked up the phone suspiciously: "This is Ethan Morgan." ”

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan." It was a very warm greeting from the other side: "Here are the Ferrari staff, your vehicle. ”

"Toot toot."

He hung up the phone casually, threw the phone aside, and played fraud on his head, and he was bold.

"Buzz."

The phone vibrated again, and it was still the same number just now.

"I'm a police detective, if you harass me again, be careful that I clean you up." Ethan impatiently pressed answer.

If you scold, you have to hang up.

"Wait a minute, you're mistaken." The other side hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Morgan, we are downstairs in the 21st Precinct." ”

"We are not scammers, the vehicle you ordered has arrived, please come down and sign for it."

"Wait." Ethan glanced at Rusek and asked with a frown, "What company are you, repeat?" ”

"Ferrari, sir."

The other side was not the slightest impatient, and continued to explain.

Hang up, block out, and do it in one go.

He leaned forward and slapped Rusek in the head: "You are not small enough to dare to play such a joke on me." ”

The guy on the front foot said that he saw a Ferrari, and the back foot received a call from a Ferrari.

It's not that he's doing it, Ethan doesn't believe it.

"Ahem."

Rusek was drinking coffee when he was slapped on the back of the head, choking him with a rapid cough.

"Waterfa?"

He turned his head and spread his hands aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me." ”

"Don't make jokes like that." Ethan glared at him, rolled up another case file, and made a gesture to fight.

"Hum~"

The phone vibrated again at this time, this time to a different number.

"Did you let your friend trick me?"

Ethan picked up his phone and slammed it in front of Rusek.

"Please." Rusek said depressedly: "I don't know what you're talking about? ”

Just then, the phone hung up.

The two of them glared at each other, both a little inexplicable.

"Ethan."

At the bottom of the stairs, Pratt's shout rang out: "You have something to sign for." ”

Ethan was confused and immediately walked downstairs.

And Rusek couldn't be beaten in vain, so he quickly got up and followed.

Coming to the reception hall, a white man with a peaked cap stood in the middle, in the middle of the blood-red hat, a yellow shield, and a black horse jumped in the middle.

"Mr. Morgan."

The man looked at the tablet in his hand and hurriedly walked over: "I have the goods here, and I need you to sign for them." ”

He looked at Ethan and said with great seriousness:

"Just out there, I'm not a liar."

Looking at the hat on the man's head and the uniform on his body, Ethan and Rusek looked at each other.

Ethan snatched the tablet from the man's hand, and it did indeed have his name on it, and even his avatar.

There is only one person who can do this kind of thing, and can get his own photos.

"Damn it."

He shook his head with a smile, handed the tablet back to the staff member, and headed outside.

Grand Chapter

(End of chapter)