American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Chuck?"

Seeing that Chuck was silent, Mrs. Bin called out expectantly.

"You are welcome."

Facing Mrs. Bing's fiery gaze, Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said calmly: "Chandler is my friend."

"Yes Yes."

When Mrs. Bin heard what he said, she looked away with a guilty conscience and looked around, as if she was worried about being seen by her son, but then she said with some reluctance: "It's just because you are Chandler's friend and I met him in a foreign country." Come, can’t we have lunch together? If Chandler finds out, he will definitely blame me for not entertaining him well..."

Under Chuck's expressionless gaze, she couldn't continue her ambiguous words.

"I'll make a video call to him."

Chuck didn't refuse, but took out his cell phone and called Chandler.

"Ah this."

Mrs. Bin was happy and surprised.

Fortunately, Chuck seemed to agree.

She was so shocked that this matter was really going to happen to her son. If she really wanted to thank Chuck for treating him to a meal of Kung Pao Chicken, she would have to say hello to her son and ask for his permission.

This is really difficult for her.

You know, she had just eliminated the estrangement in her heart with her son. If she suddenly got involved with his good friend again, she was worried that her son would feel uncomfortable and shadowed again.

But if she was asked to stop Chuck's actions and give up completely, she would not be able to say it if it didn't happen.

After all, she came to a foreign country to collect ideas for a new novel.

Inspiration, for her, is the person who eats.

That’s right!

As soon as she saw Chuck here, all the familiar bursts of inspiration suddenly came back. She had a hunch that if she followed this feeling, she would definitely write a masterpiece.

Now that she was asked to cut off the opportunity for inspiration, she, who considered herself an artist, really couldn't make up her mind.

Tangled, she could only pray secretly in her heart. Her son is now an artist who needs inspiration, so he should be able to understand her...

In this complicated and exciting state of mind, she watched as Chuck made a video call to her son Chandler, and heard his son Chandler's familiar teasing voice.

"Chuck, it's so rare that you actually took the initiative to call me. Tell me, do you have a crush on my mother and want to be my father?"

"..."

Mrs. Byng was stunned.

This, this, what situation is this?

"no."

Chuck said bluntly: "It's your mother who wants to treat me to Kung Pao Chicken. I think I need to ask your opinion."

"..."

This time it was Chandler's turn at the other end of the video, his mouth twitching and speechless.

He just laughs at himself every day.

Who would have thought that his words would come true!

What the hell is this!

"Where's my mother?"

Chandler and Chuck looked at each other for a while, and seeing that he was not being humorous, he said silently.

"Chandler."

Seeing Chuck pointing the camera at her, Mrs. Bin could only greet her son guiltily: "I just met Chuck suddenly. Thinking of his help to you, I wanted to treat him to a meal to thank him."

"Then I would also like to thank you for your love for me."

Chandler laughed at himself: "Does it just have to be kung pao chicken?"

"Just a joke."

Mrs. Bin said awkwardly: "Chuck mentioned that I mentioned Kung Pao Chicken in a TV interview in the past, and he used it to tease me that I could play better than his sisters and the others. I also said it casually."

"Then you get serious."

Chandler said quietly.

"As you know, I haven't published a new book for a long time. This time I came to Mexico just to collect news..."

Mrs. Bin tried to explain with a wry smile.

"What a collection."

Chandler complained: "Did you know that Rachel, who you admired the most before and wanted to learn to write from you, is now one step ahead of you?"

"Rachel?"

Mrs. Bin was stunned and looked at Chuck with admiration: "Then Phoebe is the only one left?"

"..."

Chandler couldn't complain about his hot mom's attitude: "No need to explain to me, no matter what you do, you won't be more hot-tempered than my dad here. You can do whatever you want."

After saying something to his mother, he looked at Chuck with a half-smile: "You are such a friend, you even said hello to me in advance, but it's best not to tell Joey about this, otherwise he will definitely He will ask you if his mother is beautiful with a photo of his mother when she was young, and then wish you all the best!"

After saying that, he took the initiative to hang up the video.

When he meets such a hot mom, what else can he do besides not asking?

Even though the psychological shadow has been basically eliminated now, if he were to be like the heartless Joey and directly say that he would bless his friend and his mother as long as they truly love each other, he really couldn't say it.

Chuck calmly put away his phone, walked to the passenger seat, and said, "Let's go!"

"oh."

Seeing this, Mrs. Bin, who was in a complicated mood, quickly put away her complicated emotions and sat in the driver's seat. When she stepped on the accelerator and the car drove out, she glanced at Chuck and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

For no other reason than to test the results of Rachel's interview with her when she first learned how to write a book, she wanted to try it herself.

The more she thought about it, the more inspired she became, and she drove Chuck directly to the hotel where she was staying, the same hotel where Chuck and the others were staying.

After all, she is the world's top writer of Liu Bei's novels. Even though her ex-husbands have divided almost all her property over the years, as long as the copyright of the novel is still there and the novel is still being written, she will not be short of money and will naturally live in Best hotel ever.

"Chuck, this way!"

Mrs. Bing didn't know that Chuck lived here. After getting off the car, she quickly asked him to follow her. She was too lazy to go to the restaurant in the hotel to eat. She planned to go back to her room first and then call to order a meal directly.

Chuck glanced at his suite room, raised his decorative glasses, and followed her.

"Nora, do you know each other?"

Seeing the two of them coming back together and the smile from the heart on Mrs. Bin's face, the receptionist said with a sour smile.

For a woman like Nora Bin, who is rich, famous, good-looking and good-looking, although he is just a receptionist, he dares to admit that he has been working as a receptionist for so many years, leaving early and returning late. Many times, he cannot eat on time and his stomach is full. It's all broken.

Um!

He likes to eat soft rice!

Mrs. Bin is the best person he has ever met who is the most suitable to feed him!

Originally he thought he had hope.

But now it seems that it was all in vain.

"right."

Mrs. Bin was very happy and nodded with a smile, but she didn't chat much with the receptionist like before and went straight inside.

Chuck followed.

The receptionist watched them enter the hotel, his smile became increasingly bitter, and he cursed in a low Mexican voice.

On a high-rise building about a kilometer away, the killer who was wearing a waiter uniform in the corridor stood on the top of the building and looked at the hotel with a telescope. When he saw the woman next to Chuck, he made a foreigner-like noise. Exclaimed: "Norabin!"

That’s right!

He also knew the famous Norabin.

No way, who told Nora Bean to write novels that follow themes of human nature that are universally accepted around the world, without any cultural barriers at all.

According to Rachel, every time she takes a plane, she must buy a Nora Bean masterpiece from the magazine kiosk at the airport and study it on the plane.

Therefore, public transportation places such as airplanes and trains are the best-selling channels for Nora Bean's novels.

As a professional killer, he often flies around and performs missions in various countries. He is actually very similar to Nora Bean who collects news everywhere. Therefore, he has a strong sense of immersion in the novels written by Nora Bean. He is Nora Bean. Bing's biggest fan.

He even planned to imitate the plot of Norabin's novel, have a romantic encounter in a foreign country, and truly interpret the content of the book.

It's a pity that the perspective of Norabin's novel is mainly female. As a man, he cannot fully represent it. In addition, as the most professional professional killer, his reason does not allow him to do so.

"Farke!"

The professional killer cursed again, took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a moment, and did not call the online number to ask whether to continue the topic.

He's a fan of Nora Bean's, but his boss isn't necessarily.

And even if he were, he would never give up on assassinating Detective Chuck just because of an idol.

"Pity."

The professional killer sighed expressionlessly for the passing of his idol. He picked up the telescope and looked at it again, and found that they had gone in and could no longer see.

He packed up his things and left quickly.

Once the assassination plan has been laid out, subsequent assassinations are like toppling dominoes, and there is no need for him to stay here anymore.

Moreover, this shocking explosion in a foreign-related hotel, which killed detective Chuck and big figures like Norabin, would definitely attract a lot of police and spies.

If he stays here, he will be targeted by the aggressive police and spies, which will not be conducive to hiding his identity.

Secondly, he really couldn't bear to see his idol die tragically under his bomb.

So it’s better to leave first as a courtesy.

"Chuck, what are you looking at?"

In Nora Bing's room, after she called the front desk to order food, she saw Chuck standing by the window, looking in a direction. His tall figure, handsome appearance, and resolute eyes made her legs weak. .

"Prelude."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses and said bluntly.

"Prelude?"

Mrs. Bin was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized.

She had long heard her son Chandler mention that Chuck had a severe mysophobia and that strict cleaning procedures were required before every scientific research experiment, no less than a doctor entering an operating room.

As a casual person, if it had been anyone else, she would have walked away long ago.

But hearing what Chuck said now, she felt strangely excited.

After writing books for so many years, the books have always been so direct. For example, the one that Little Sheldon’s Grandma loved her most was in the stables on the Texas farm.

This kind of content has been the same for a long time, but now the tone is suddenly changed. I don’t know if the reader can accept it now. Anyway, she only feels the strong excitement that she has not seen for a long time.

"Then you can send me that cleaning list document... and take a look?"

Mrs. Bin smiled and said: "I've heard about it a long time ago, and you finally let me see it today?"

Chuck didn't explain that the prelude in his mouth was different from what she understood, so he took out his phone and sent it.

Mrs. Bin read it immediately after receiving it. As expected, it lived up to its reputation and was very complicated.

"I'll try."

Mrs. Bin estimated the time. She didn't even want to eat lunch and went directly to the bathroom. Some aspects could be advanced.

Chuck watched her enter the bathroom, took out his cell phone and started operating it.

In a club.

Even though it was still noon outside, it was completely dark inside, and it was set up like a night party, with ambiguous lights, exciting music, crowded people, swaying dances, and raised wine glasses.

No wonder young people here in California like to run here.

It’s so exciting!

In China, even if you are under age you can still get alcohol at parties, but you are somewhat hesitant to let it go.

But here, not only is the age limit for drinking lower, the key point is that it is just for show, no one checks or cares about it.

The locals would like you to drink to death and spend too much.

Hailey and the other three came over according to the information they received, and what they saw was this scene. Hailey and Marissa were okay, but Shama, who liked the excitement, screamed and started squirming excitedly.

"Luke and the others should be up there."

Shama squirmed around the two of them, motioning for them to follow her.

Marissa was in a bad mood at the moment because she had just received the news that her father had moved out of the house while she was on vacation.

My parents are really getting divorced.

However, neither Shama nor Hailey cared much about it.

no way.

Shama's parents have been divorced for many years, so they have experienced it a long time ago. Hailey has lived a happy life since she was a child, because her half-brother Chuck has a very good impression of her mother's family before the divorce.

For them, Marissa's parents were divorced, so it was no big deal.

Besides, this didn't happen suddenly, but there were signs of it, and now it's just the boots that have dropped.

The attitude of her best friends naturally made Marissa, who wanted to be pretentious, unable to do so. She could only follow along sadly, hoping to find her boyfriend Luke to regroup her emotions and vent her emotions.

She wanted to prove to Chuck that not everything he said was right!

The three of them squeezed through the crowd and walked up. They saw that most of them were familiar faces from Orange County.

Even though we went abroad to play, our social circle was still there. Of course, a wealthy middle-class kid from Orange County wouldn't hang out with the young kid downstairs.

Then Marissa froze there, but through the dancing crowd, she saw her tall boyfriend Luke in the middle kissing an acquaintance intimately.

"asshole!"

Shama also saw it, and immediately rushed over, grabbed the girl's hair and forcefully pulled her away from Luke's arms, and then yelled at the confused Luke: "Is this how you treat Marissa?! "

"Didn't you say you couldn't come?"

Luke ignored Shama and looked at his girlfriend in confusion.

"Is it a matter of whether she comes or not?"

Hailey narrowed her eyes at him.

"I am drunk."

Luke didn't dare to look into Hailey's eyes. He looked at his girlfriend Marissa's sincere explanation and even walked over while speaking.

"Don't come over!!!"

Marissa screamed in collapse and wanted to run outside, but Hailey stopped her: "This is Mexico, not Orange County. Don't run around. Why are you talking?"

As she spoke, she pulled Marissa towards Luke. After getting closer, she looked up at the tall Luke, punched him in the stomach, making him bend over in pain, and then slapped Luke On his face, he smiled at the stunned Marissa and said, "Look, this is the key to the problem! It's also what you should do!"