Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke can only say, "Then don't go out in this jacket when you're at work. ”

Selena: "Do you think I'm stupid enough to wear more than 10,000 knives to work? I'm not one of those girls. ”

Luke, think about it.

Selena just changed the subject: “Not taking pictures this time? The pictures of Elena were beautiful last time. ”

Luke: "No, there's nothing special about Las Vegas. I'm a terrible photographer. ”

Serena, as you can imagine, the last photograph was taken by Elena, and the artist who studied painting did have a certain level, and it was beautiful.

Luke took it himself... well, forget it, look at the spicy eyes.

She didn't know that someone on the other side was muttering: this time, when the interest came, she took a bullshit shot, and now a bunch of memory cards are in the storage space, there's no distinction at all, and the ghost knows if a few too harmonious pictures will pop up suddenly.

He spent the last two days in Las Vegas with those two soft girls, and he didn't know how many of them needed harmony.

The plane soon returned to Los Angeles, where the two of them drove to the airport parking lot to Luke's car and quickly returned home.

As soon as Selena arrived home, she took off her new coat and hung her hanger in the wardrobe. She also made a space for the town's "cabinet” treasure.

All her clothes, shoes, hats, costumes, they weren't expensive, of course, baby.

Luke tossed his suitcase into the room and dialed Elsa's phone: "Boss, I'm back. Let me tell you something. ”

Elsa: "Three days, three days. You're in no hurry. ”

Luke.

With more than three million dollars worth of bright and expensive "giant money”, there are two more knowledgeable, flexible, physically energetic dance ladies paper at any given time. Why rush? He's not stupid.

Elsa complained and immediately said something: “Just come back. Come early tomorrow. I've got two cases I need you to work on. ”

Luke didn't say a word, he didn't ask, and he feared that a middle-aged woman across the street was going to nag a bunch of case analyses.

“All right, boss, I'll be in your office half an hour early tomorrow. You go to bed early, or you'll have dark circles. Bye.” Successfully, he hung up.

Elsa listened to the blind tone and held her breath, but couldn't help but take a picture of the mirror on the table with the upside down button and snap back and snap the mirror: “No, you really need to get some rest tonight, or the kid will mock you tomorrow. ”

But what can she do? Just got promoted and became a team leader, she had to do something, otherwise the position under her ass would be unstable.

Luke washed up quickly and said good night to Selena and went to bed.

Trinity woke up in a suite at Caesar Palace Hotel, Las Vegas.

She felt so comfortable that her clean, smooth skin rubbed against the white sheets and mattresses, giving her an incredibly thoughtful feeling that she was lazy and unmoved at all.

She shrugged her eyes, half asleep for a moment, suddenly the corner of her mouth curled, smiled, but thought of someone, remembered that he always smiled, his eyes occasionally flashed with prank light.

At first sight, she thought he was a decent, decent person.

He came down for two days and found that he was actually hiding his playful personality under a gentle appearance.

However, this is more attractive.

Trinity thinks about these two days, just sitting there alone, smiling a little bit from time to time.

Suddenly, she felt a slippery body pressed against her and her mouth was slightly pecked.

Trinity helplessly opened her eyes and said, "Ranger, didn't I tell you not to learn Luke? ”

At this moment, Ranki also woke up, lying on her back, smiling and staring at her.

Hearing this, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of prank. He held Trinity's head in his arms and kissed her hard.

Trinity struggled helplessly, but couldn't get away with it.

She is now covered in soft, as if running past a marathon and resting for an hour, which is comfortable and boring.

Rankie is a lot better than she is, she is now in the upper hand and naturally plays as much as she wants.

Thirty seconds later, Ranki let go of her panting Trinity and licked her lips: "Why is your mouth so sweet? ”

Trinity was angry: "You bought honey and you asked me? ”

Rankie smiled softly, her eyes moving with flattery: "Don't you like eating? ”

Trinity plug, a moment later helpless: “Okay, the taste is fine. ”

Ranki lowered her head and kissed her again, consoling her: "Then it's over. ”

Trinity nodded helplessly: "Well, you're always so smart. Well, don't you move. What is this?” She reached out her hand a little confused and touched Range's left ear, where something seemed to flash in the dusk light.

I touched it and Trinity was stunned: "When did you wear your earrings? ”

They dance every day and rarely wear jewelry because it is not easy to exercise.

Playing with Luke for a few days, they were just calling and leading the newspaper to be safe, never going back, and didn't carry anything but a phone and a small satchel.

Rankie climbed up from her with a smile and pressed the lamp on the side of the bed.

There were only two twilight little wall lights in front of the house, everything was blurred and now the bedside turns on.

Range lay down again and said, "Don't talk about me. Don't you wear earrings yourself? ”

Trinity subconsciously touched her right ear and also touched something slightly cold.

Range smiled and took her hand away: "I'll get it for you, you get it for me. ”

A moment later, each of them held an earring and revealed a strange colour.

This... should be someone's farewell gift? But who doesn't give them a pair of earrings, and why one for each of them?

And they didn't have to look closely to know that it was a pair of earrings that were worn on their ears.

What kind of brain loop is this? Some muttering in the hearts of both women.

But Rankie's eyes turned and she seemed to understand a little. She smiled and kissed Trinity again: “See, what does he mean? It's obvious we're a couple. ”

Trinity's a little confused: "Ah? Is that what you're saying? ”

Lange: “Sure, otherwise it wouldn't be hard to give us a pair of earrings? Well, I'll go find it. This guy likes to sneak up on little moves.” She climbed up and glanced around the bed naked for a moment before returning with her little satchel.

Sitting back in bed, she zipped her little satchel and shook it to the bed, leaving some clutter on the floor.

Small mirror, foundation box, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, eyebrow clip, mascara, razor, key string, several cards and papers, a few coins, a few coins.

(Note: See what people say they hate the most and what they mix up, just to remind you, I'm not stupid enough to mix two cosmic views. You won't always be a poker.)