A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 48 The Gwen Family (Please recommend!!)

There is never anything for free in this world.

Especially in this life.

Only orphans who have experienced it can know how much courage and luck it takes to survive in this world.

Let alone 200 million, even if it is 90.00 dollars, even if there is a [-]% risk, someone will take the risk one after another.

As long as it's not a 100% risk, it's blood money!
"The full payment of 200 million yuan for this mission has already been transferred to the account of the third-party Gongrong Insurance."

"it is good."

Hawk heard this sentence, nodded, got up, walked to the side, lit the information that had been written down in his hand, threw it into the bar fireplace, looked at the information that turned into an orange flame, and Yekater Linna said see you tomorrow, then turned and walked outside the bar.

He still has classes in the afternoon, and if he doesn't go back to school, he won't be able to catch up with the two compulsory classes in the afternoon.

night.

Hawke sat in the study, holding a pen in one hand and a wine glass in the other, writing and drawing on paper from time to time, preparing for tomorrow's plans and actions.

In the meantime, Gwen called.

After hanging up the phone, Hawke blinked and looked at the suddenly conflicting time on the paper.

Shet!

Gwen just called to invite Hawke to help out tomorrow afternoon. It will be Halloween in two weeks, and there will be a Halloween dance in Midtown High School.

It's a tradition.

As a 12th grade student assistant and the backbone of the student council, Gwen needs to participate in the project of arranging the dance.

Hawke came back to his senses, grabbed the phone, and called Gwen.

"Gwen."

After the call was connected, Hawk smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Gwen, maybe I won't be able to help you tomorrow."

Gwen, who was in her own room at home, wearing pajamas and sitting at a desk reading a professional biochemistry book, heard this sentence: "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

"You know why I asked for leave yesterday afternoon, right?"

"Well, you went to the hospital to see your seriously ill friend."

"Yes."

Hawke sighed: "I just called and he passed away."

"Oh, God!"

Gwen was a little surprised when she heard the news, and put down the pen in her hand: "I'm sorry."

Hawke shook his head: "So I might have to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"of course."

Gwen is not the sassy girlfriend type, she is very reasonable, she didn't think about it at all, nodded and said, "Do you need me to ask for leave for you?"

Hawke said: "That's not necessary, I will ask Lorna to ask Mrs. Fulla for a leave tomorrow."

Although Hawke is not considered a top student in school.

But it also belongs to the category of students with good grades.

Just like students with poor grades need to rack their brains to make up reasons for asking for leave, students who study well don't need a reason at all. If they want to ask for leave, they can do it at any time, and they won't be asked by the teacher.

soon.

After Hawk hung up the phone, he touched his chin, then took out his other mobile phone from the drawer, found the phone number of the giant farmer and dialed it.

Just in case, he needs to ask the giant farmer to arrange it. He will appear in the hospital surveillance screen tomorrow.

Gwen's house.

Gwen, who finished talking with Hawke, put down the phone, brushed her hair hanging down to her ears, thought for a while, got up, left the bedroom, stepped on her shoes, and walked up the stairs to the first floor .

The three younger brothers are sitting on the sofa in the living room and playing games.

Playing with things and losing their ambitions, it is not material for study at first glance, and the probability of being admitted to an Ivy League university is zero, but the community college will be the ultimate affiliation of these three little ones.

Mother Helen is sitting at the dining table, recording today's income and expenditure, sorting out invoices, and preparing family tax returns for the fourth quarter of next month.

Some can be exempted here, and some can be reduced or exempted there. After all, I can file taxes in the fourth quarter of this year, and I can save about $[-] in taxes.

A huge sum of money.

Can stay and put into Gwen's wedding fund.

Thinking of this, Helen felt better.

Papa George was on the phone on the kitchen porch.

Needless to say, either Sergeant Beckett or Detective Hayes were on the call.

I am addicted to work and cannot extricate myself.

Since last week, even though George was still lying in the hospital, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he always thought about finishing his recovery and going back to work to save the world.

"Mother."

Gwen locked her eyes on her mother, Helen, who was doing bookkeeping and filing taxes. Standing at the stairs, she turned around and looked at her mother, Helen, with a smile on her face: "Can you tell Aunt Heidi and me, we may not be able to go tomorrow , can you go and look at the clothes another day?"

She had originally planned to take Hawke to her mother's friend Aunt Heidi's store to pick out a dress for the Halloween ball tomorrow afternoon in the name of setting up the venue, just to give Hawke a plan to invite her as a dance partner.

But who knows what will happen to Hawke tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter.

Business matters.

Helen nodded: "Of course it's no problem, aren't you going tomorrow?"

Gwen hummed: "Hawk will ask for leave tomorrow, and I plan to take Hawke with me."

Speaking of Hawke, the smile on Gwen's face is beautiful.

After all, during these two weeks, Hawke helped her a lot. Mother Helen took care of her father George in the hospital, and it was Hawke who helped her handle the family affairs.

So Helen is no stranger to Hawke.

In fact.

Helen is very satisfied with Hawke.

"Okay, I'll tell Aunt Heidi after sorting out the invoices, and I'll tell you to go another day."

"thanks Mom."

"You're welcome."

"Then I'm going back to my room to read."

"Okay, let Dad bring you hot cocoa later."

"Ah."

Helen smiled and looked at Gwen who went upstairs to read a book again, thinking of her love when Gwen was this age.

First love is always beautiful.

But there is a 90.00% probability that first love will be scumbag.

Helen's first love was.

but……

Hawke probably wasn't.

Helen thought about it in her heart, and thought of what she had heard about Hawke from Gwen and the three little ones in the past two weeks, and couldn't help praising her daughter's vision.

"My daughter's vision is really good."

"What a nice thing."

George, who just finished the phone call, came out from the kitchen, heard what his wife said, and said something.

Helen came back to her senses, looked at George, who was making work calls one after another from day to night, and rolled her eyes, feeling a little helpless: "Finished?"

George hummed and said, "Yes, I will go to the 52nd Branch with Hayes tomorrow morning to find information that may be related to the killer King."

Helen shook her head, she was too lazy to talk to this guy who was serious about his work and perfunctory in life: "Is your daughter's hot cocoa ready?"

George raised his eyebrows: "I'll send it to Gwen right away."

Helen looked at her husband who was reminded by herself, sighed again, and then seemed to think of something: "By the way, George, tell me, how about we invite Hawke to our house for dinner?"

George stopped and looked at Helen.

"...Who is Hawk??"

"..."

(End of this chapter)