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Chapter 1 A Room of Humans

The media was in chaos. The day after Erkov was arrested, almost all major media were in a state of paralysis. The police investigated serial murders... The result was that the judge was arrested?

The judge became the murderer of the police murder case?

On the third day, Matthew led members of the homicide department to appear in front of the media camera. These detectives led by the weekend set up a long snake formation at the door of the detectives' bureau. The moment Matthew announced that Erkov pleaded guilty, the flash of the media people kept flashing, and then, inquiries and exclamations like bombing were heard one after another. In that second, he stood out in the introduction of Matthew on the weekend and began to introduce the case in front of all the media people. The people behind him had a smug smile on his face. ◎,

puff.

After the visit, media people left a group photo for the Homicide Department. When this group photo was presented in the newspaper, it was a black and white photo without color. Some people in this photo will completely become a police legend in Los Angeles.

"No, Mr. Director, I really don't want to accept any media interviews now... Of course not, how could I not support your work, just, I, I have my own things to do."

In the following days, the weekend became the object of media pursuit again. He could not live quietly. From his doorstep to the police station, from the police station to the General Administration, even when he walked out of the General Administration parking lot on weekends, the media had to ask questions at a glance. This matter was too big, how could the media not ask? So, the police star finally got annoyed. After the private space was completely occupied, he decided to fade out of the media's sight in a short time.

Uh~ He didn't start to swell and play big after he got older, but when the media didn't leave him any private space, there were some things that could not be thought about at all.

I wanted to propose to Yoda on the weekend. This idea never disappeared since that night. It was a bit like a child thinking about his parents' promises, and even living his life was on his fingers.

But...how should I propose?

His ideal proposal was not to kneel down on one knee under the gaze of everyone. On the weekend, he didn't like the scene where so many people saw him unable to open his mouth and stuttering when he spoke. The proposal scene he hoped should be that the family gathered on the dining table. After a rich dinner, he took out the little surprise he gave to Yoda from his pocket on the weekend, and then waited for the answer that everyone had expected in his heart in his heart in some sweet words that even he was embarrassed.

This is the difference between people. Some celebrities are used to posting their private lives into daily life to share with their fans, while some celebrities only hope to appear when it is time to appear. Other times, they still want to be an ordinary person, such as weekends.

So, on the weekend, I started bribing the three little guys in my family the day before Thanksgiving, and asked them about their opinions on this matter. For a Chinese, getting married is always a matter for two families.

“Gaia?”

In the villa, she sat on the weekend next to Gaia, holding the Batman comics, who was lamenting the IQs of those villains in Gotham City, and asked softly: "If your sister gets married, how will you react?"

Gaia didn't look up at all on the sofa: "Isn't it you who reacted? I just hope that guy won't die too badly..."

"I'm ¥#¥##¥#¥!" I almost carried it over in one breath on the weekend. What's the word this little brat said?

"I mean, if Yoda got married to me, how would you react?"

Gaia finally closed the comic book, looked up at him and said, "Will your life change after you get married?"

"It shouldn't."

"Then can I continue to play the games on that computer?" Gaia asked cautiously.

The weekend responded generously: "I can buy you a computer that belongs to you."

Gaia smiled and said happily: "Then I agree that you marry three. Can you give me a full metal keyboard?"

“…”

...

In the study on the second floor of the villa, Roger was browsing the cases he had worked in his office before the weekend. At the same time, he was using the account password of the internal database of the weekend police station to check the information on his laptop. At this moment, Zhou walked in along the unclosed door crack and slowly appeared in his world.

"Left foot, don't step on my case summary report." Roger specifically reminded.

Over the weekend, I walked around the information covered with floors and walked to Roger and asked, "Roger, if I got married with Yoda, what would you have any opinions?"

Roger was stunned for a moment, raised his head and said, "What's the matter with me?"

I was hit by this sentence on the weekend and didn't know how to answer it. Unexpectedly, the cold Roger suddenly laughed and said something full of blessing: "But congratulations, you are very good."

Only then did he realize that this was a joke. In his impression, Roger, who was becoming more and more steady, never made a similar joke. Does this mean that Roger is slowly returning to normal, or is there a new situation in his life?

Bee, bee, bee.

After hearing the phone ring, he instinctively touched his body on the weekend. When he found that he was wearing a sportswear and did not have a cell phone, Roger picked up the phone in a pile of information: "Hey, Alisa..."

Alyssa?

who is she!

Over the weekend, he looked at Roger without hiding his little secret at all. After speaking in front of him, he responded: "Of course I miss you, but I have been investigating a case with Zhou recently. That's right, Zhou from the Los Angeles Police Department. In a legal sense, he is my guardian..."

He is in love!

No wonder this guy didn't react to this matter. A teenager who is putting all his feelings into a relationship will not care about the life or death of you, the guardian.

What made the weekend feel relieved was that Roger seemed to have imitated himself even more, and he even changed the ringtone of his mobile phone to the same "beep, beep" as he did.

After a few words, Roger finally hung up the phone on the weekend. He opened his mouth and asked, "Who is Alisa?"

Roger answered with confidence: "What's your business?"

No matter how you hear it on weekends, it seems like an exchange after the business relationship is concluded. For example, a customer who paid money in the market is asking the vendor: "Why don't you give me something? You have collected all the money!" When Roger came to it, it turned out to be 'I don't interfere with your marriage, you are not allowed to disturb my love'.

This room is full of people, and if you are not careful with them, you will easily fall into a trap.

"Roger, this is different from other things."

Roger turned his head and looked over, and said impatiently: "What's the difference? I promise you that no matter what the ending of this relationship is, I will remain rational and not hurt anyone. Is it okay? Can I fall in love like a normal child?"

"I don't care who you hurt, Roger, I'm afraid this relationship will hurt you!"

He said solemnly on the weekend: "This is your first love. If you invest too much, when it gradually leaves under your control, you will find that the hard work you have used to keep is equivalent to how much effort you have used to leave a wound on your body. Are you ready?"

Roger was moved by the excitement of the weekend. Before this incident was exposed, he had thought about the opposition on the weekend and had inferiority before the relationship began, which showed impatientness with his words. However, at this moment, Roger found that he was thinking wrong. The thing he cared about on the weekend was not to be afraid that he would hurt anyone, but to spread his wings desperately to hide him, and always beware of everything that might hurt him.

On the weekend, I didn't expect that this thing I had been so excited when it was expected, and I didn't expect that Roger would mature so much.

"I have to try it, right?"

He did not have any rebellious mentality and calmly told the fact that no one could overturn it.

Yes, he has to try it. No matter this time, next time, or any time in his life, you always have to let go of your hands on the weekend. This small study cannot accommodate Roger.

"Yes, you have to try." The weekend laughed at himself, which is called care and chaos: "But..."
Chapter completed!
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