Super Detective in the Fictional World

A young girl of 20 years of age legally reaps enormous gains by virtue of her personal abilities and without excessive recourse to the power of the family.

This quickly builds “money-making" confidence and resists the temptation of money, reducing the likelihood of making mistakes, which is similar to some of Luke's methods of operation.

These thoughts flashed quickly, and Luke smiled at Elena: it didn't seem hard to watch Lindsay's operation to make a painter rich.

He put his mouth to her ear: "Don't worry, now you're still accumulating your studies, and I'm sure you'll have a day of exhibitions. Besides, that Monroe is 40 years old. ”

Elena was happy first, then couldn't help but laugh and hit him softly: “Nonsense, Monroe is only thirty years old, where is he as old as you say? ”

Margaret, a slightly dainty little widow, also accompanied: "Yeah, he's kind of our senior, and he hasn't graduated in years. ”

Luke's attitude toward Margaret was much more casual than Lindsay's, and he laughed, "No way, the world is so unfair, he's not old enough. Unlike you, the younger you live. Elena can't learn from him.”

Margaret smiled happily: "Ah, really? You think so, too. ”

Luke was stunned: “Yes? ”

Margaret: “Harry used to say that, and she envied me for it. ”

Elena burst out laughing and lay her face on Luke's shoulder, her body trembling.

Luke barely holds the muscles on his face, doesn't twitch, slowly squeaks open his mouth, makes it just a reasonable smile: “Well, so you have the advantage of being consensual. ”

Irena heard that her body was trembling faster and that the laughter of Hershey could no longer be suppressed and came out of her mouth.

Margaret goes, “Elena, why are you laughing so hard all of a sudden? Anything funny come to mind? ”

Elena shook her head painfully and felt like she had been pushed on the laughing switch. I couldn't help thinking about it.

Just thinking about Margaret's complacency just now, she couldn't help laughing.

This silly boy, that's clearly saying that the more childish you live, the more silly you are there! Elena spits in her heart.

The point is, Margaret's usual rhetoric on weekdays is, "I've grown up," just like elementary school kids tell adults, "I'm in second grade.”

By contrast, Elena really couldn't help it.

Stupid Margaret didn't know she was a pistachio and went on to talk to Luke and talk about herself.

Her range of activities is small, and these things are either related to her sister or with her classmates at school.

She also possesses the qualities of certain artists - such as a great lack of social common sense in her brain and a lack of willingness to learn.

If she's lucky, a lot of bad luck turns into comedy or farce in her eyes.

For example, one of the students wanted to pursue her, and she used the rose flower she sent as a sketch prop for the whole class, and she said thank you very sincerely to that wretch.

For example, a teacher moved cautiously to use the pretext of private teaching to hook up with this innocent, beautiful widow, and she thought she was a teacher, and called several classmates to attend small classes.

The classmates knew her purely well, and immediately knew what the teacher was up to, decisively stirred up the water, and helped her sue the teacher. The dirty teacher was soon dismissed.

Of course, Margaret herself doesn't know the truth.

But Elena knew a lot, interjected two sentences, just a hint to make Luke understand the strangeness, and she thought it was funny.

This... seems to be the daughter of destiny.

Only then did the university learn to marry the gangster William, but really like her.

And then William got lucky with Rebecca, and it got cold, and a fortune fell on Margaret.

Only six months after she moved to the new school, many of her classmates acted as protectors, and a brilliant and clever sister, Harry, had been protecting her.

She has always lived happily, quietly and quietly, with a proper life winner template.

Chatting for a while, it was getting late, and the three of them got up and found Lindsay to say goodbye.

Margaret called Harry and told him that Luke and Elena had taken her home together, which allowed her to leave the exhibition.

Harry doesn't feel comfortable going out alone without someone he can trust.

It's not that Margaret has this strange attribute of roadworthiness, it's that she's too easy to believe someone else's words, so maybe she's been abducted.

Luke and his two men took this 100-pound child home with due diligence before leaving downstairs.

Margaret threw away her bag, threw off her high heels, ran to the window, watched the Ford start up downstairs and left, a little in love: "Hey, have fun with them, I really want to stay with them for a while. ”

Unfortunately, she was specifically instructed by Harry not to disturb Luke and Elena's world.

Margaret's just plain, not stupid.

She knew that it would be nice to spend more than two hours with her single dog on the holiday.

A lot of couples get tired of hanging out all day and not even leaving the door.

She suddenly got a little jealous: "Hey, I want to have a boyfriend. Better be gentle, handsome, tougher...”

In this way, she had to show Luke's figure in her head, coinciding with the person she imagined.

She stood barefoot in front of the window for a long time.

Click.

The door opened and Harry walked in a little tired.

She threw the key in her hand into the key bowl, took off her coat and purse, hung it on the hat rack in the living room, and changed her comfortable slippers into the living room.

She wasn't surprised to see her sister standing in the window.

Margaret, a long-time obsessive artist, is in a state of disorientation, or a state of meditation too normal.

Harry went to wash up and came out with a hot cup of coffee.

When she arrived next to Margaret, she looked down at her gaze, and there was only a river of streets and cars.

Harry sipped a sip of coffee and said softly, "What are you thinking? ”

Margaret subconsciously said, "Luke. ”

The room was quiet for a while.

A moment later, Margaret suddenly stunned, slowly turning her head and seeing Harry, who was leisurely drinking coffee, jumped one step: “You, you... how did you get back? ”

“I'm off duty, I'm not coming back to where I can go.” Harry, calm down. “Luke has something to think about. He and Elena can take you home this afternoon. ”

Margaret blinked her eyes wide and hesitated a moment later: “Well, well, nothing to think about. ”

Harry sighed: “Envious? ”

Margaret: "Ah? ”