When Hulad and Johanna arrived on the east shore of Union Lake, it was only about seven o'clock in the evening.

As locals, especially police, they have never known how many times they have passed by this boathouse, but they have never thought that they would step in. Although the houses here are inconspicuous, the scenic spots of the city on both sides of the north and south sides make them really expensive, and not everyone can move in.

Solan did not let them find a house slowly. As soon as he saw people get off the car, he trotted along the wooden plank road and welcomed the three of them into the house. After get off work, Claude drove his own Toyota Prado, with the trunk full of Walmart shopping bags. The only two men, one of them, carried them into the room with three handfuls, almost all of them were eaten.

"Wow, it's very clean!"

As soon as he walked into the living room and had not put down the paper bag, Claude looked around and said, "It seems that the ex-house owner took good care of the house. He doesn't need much to do at all."

Shirley was a little nervous. She didn't know why she was a little nervous. Solan arrived in Seattle yesterday and moved into this house last night, so this place should not be considered a "man's room", but she was just a little nervous.

Johanna took off her shoes and stepped on the floor with a pair of black stockings. Solan put down the bag and shrugged helplessly: "I'm so sorry, I'm all blamed Claude for the temporary suggestion that I only have a pair of slippers in my room."

"Yes, Solan, it's all about Claude." Johanna chuckled softly, and bent down to take out the beer from the bag: "But look at the situation tonight, our so-called party is just to watch TV overnight, right? Everyone gathers on the sofa, and it doesn't seem like a few slippers are missing?"

“There is nothing in the refrigerator!”

At this time, Claude had already opened the refrigerator door, but he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all: "Haha, Johanna, we really want to go to the supermarket by ourselves. Adams, you little guy, why don't you eat anything in the refrigerator? Bags of quick-frozen dumplings are also called making up numbers!"

"Nonsense, it's weird if you can do it!" Solan was ashamed. This was how he met him when he reported yesterday. The old boy Claude was really familiar with him. Fortunately, he hid the frozen meat chop in time. Otherwise, how could these three people avoid cannibalism?

Therefore, Claude's behavior was naturally unanimously opposed by Shirley and Johanna. This scene seemed to be an ordinary interaction between a family of three.

Solan was thinking silently that this was the office politics he would face. From noon yesterday to tonight, he hadn't stayed in the entire police station building for a few hours. Others were not very familiar with it, but at least the relationship between these three people was really deeply rooted in his heart.

The theme must not be forgotten. Since the purpose of the three people visiting is to hold a celebration party, the next thing is naturally to prepare food. But otherwise, it is said that Claude is not moral, and he does not have to be fully responsible for the dinner he proposed, because the host is Solan. In theory, he should be busy and enthusiastically entertaining them as guests, even if it is a celebration for himself.

Therefore, considering that we cannot bully people too much, there is naturally someone in this "family of three" who will accompany him to the kitchen.

"Claude, give me honest explanation."

The TV turned on, and using the background sound of the music playing with the high-powered speaker, Johanna whispered: "What's your idea tonight? It was clearly said to celebrate Adams, but she looked like a family dinner. She pulled me over and sent Shirley to the kitchen? Today is not Valentine's Day, is your head blocked by honey? "

"Sound light!"

Claude made a swearing gesture and quickly looked at the semi-open kitchen, then put three packs of snacks in the paper bag on the coffee table, using busyness as a cover.

"Johnna, that's Soran Adams!"

"Of course I know who he is, what I'm asking now is..."

"Adams! Johanna, don't you want Shirley to have such a boyfriend?"

Such a direct reason?

Johnna was extremely shocked. Think about it carefully. Shirley Harbor is only twenty years old this year. If he was a regular college student, he would probably be just second grade now. How could a father start looking for a son-in-law at this time? Moreover, from the statistics, shouldn't he be hung at the door and preventing the athlete's boyfriend from coming to the door?

Of course, it's not without it, but that's something that only the upper class on the East Coast would consider. What does he mean by an old police detective born and raised in Seattle?

"Don't forget, Johanna, this kid was transferred from Gotham City to us!"

Claude whispered: "I don't know who his parents are, but this kid can have a high-rise apartment in the rich area! That's Gotham, Johanna, the land price in the central area is no cheaper than that in Manhattan. He is capable, not old and so rich. If anyone passes the test, do you think I might miss this opportunity?"

Solan Adams is actually a mogul?

Johanna took a deep breath. She could feel his property level when she learned that he lived in Unity Lakes, but it is well known that a single Seattle Union Lake house with an average price of 2 million yuan can compare with a high-end apartment in the wealthy district of Gotham City?

"I can't see it..."

Upon hearing the news, Johanna did not look at the kitchen. He laughed and scolded quietly, slapped Claude in the neck.

"So you old guy, you have so many ghosts! Adams just arrived here the next day, and Claude the next day, you actually had the idea of ​​selling your daughter!?"

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Claude raised his voice with a thick voice, subconsciously feeling that the voice was too loud, so he quickly changed the line to a "good ball!". God testified, the TV program cooperated with him, the NBA game is in progress, and the Miami Heat just got a three-pointer!

"I'm not the one who sells my daughter!"

Then he immediately lowered his voice and said, "Of course I have to see who this kid is. It's not possible to be unreliable!"

Despite this explanation, this is obviously a very important thing. It is not that the two of them hid in front of the sofa and could tell the truth in these three minutes. So, it is enough to talk here. This is a party, not really a son-in-law to show it. Moreover, this is actually the son-in-law's home. Claude coughed heavily and stood up to the kitchen.

"Oh, boy, I'll help!"

Hearing his father's voice, Shirley finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even with her intelligence, she still hasn't figured out what her father was planning tonight. She didn't work for a long time, so she just processed the spaghetti until her father spoke, and she stood side by side in the kitchen with Solan Adams for two minutes.

It's really only two minutes, but why do I always feel nervous?

"You only knew to help."

Solan turned around with a long voice, looked at Cloud, and even Johanna Birmingham who was getting up: "I said, man, there is still a boss. Did Cloud treat the newcomer like this? In the name of a welcome party, let the newcomer cook for him, the old bird?"

Johanna looked at Solan meaningfully: "It's almost the same. I guess you have also found out about Claude's temperament. He is not the kind of person who will let go when he sees cheap things. Am I right, Claude?"

Claude smiled and didn't talk. He helped Shirley aside as soon as he came up, and he and Solan got busy.

Judging from age and career length, his boss Johanna, who is in his thirties, also has to be at a disadvantage in front of Cloud in his fifties. Of course, Solan can see clearly. Perhaps it was because of his rich experience in thirty years that Cloud easily caught up with the black beauty Johanna, who is the boss. I just don’t know how many past events are worth remembering.

"Sherley, since Cloud has replaced you..."

Johanna looked at Shirley's erratic expression and said gently: "You might as well go upstairs and find where there is soap. I suddenly realized that I forgot to buy wet wipes."

Go to the second floor of Officer Adams' new house?

Shirley blinked the crystal-clear contact lenses, and she obviously felt her face getting hot.

"Well... OK."
Chapter completed!