The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 175 Locke refuses to eat even the soft rice in front of his mouth
Language is an art!
A word can make a difference.

One word can do bad things.

The key is how you say it.

In this life, Locke was born into a family of politicians, and old Underwood was famous for his ability to turn white into black and the dead into alive.

Even though he was an upright young man, he still learned some of the essence of old Underwood's speaking through osmosis.

Catherine is a vampire, and before entering a private house, she needs the consent of the owner.

and so……

He didn't lie.

Claire's mother, who was in Washington and had already realized that she had discovered the truth, naturally completely confirmed what she was thinking when she heard Locke's words.

"of course."

"call!"

The ban is lifted.

Catherine walked into the apartment.

Locke didn't say much to his mother Claire, and just said, "Thank you, Mom. I love you, Mom."

Done.

He quickly hung up the phone, then smiled as he looked at Catherine who closed the door behind him and invited him, "Shall I take you on a tour?"

Catherine didn't refuse.

Locke smiled slightly, took Catherine on a brief tour of the living room and kitchen on the first floor, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, talking about the interesting things that happened during the renovation of the house the year before last.

For example, the decoration company was eager to help for free.

Finally, he also helped to buy a complete set of exquisite furniture for the whole house, which was airlifted from Europe.

But among so many European furniture at that time, his favorite was the exquisite and luxurious European-style bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Locke looked at the European-style bed in front of him, smiled, looked at Catherine beside him and said, "At that time, I asked my mother to give this bed to me. You know what she said."

Catherine thought about it and shook her head.

"do not know."

"She told me to get lost."

"..."

Locke looked at the expression on Catherine's face and said with a smile: "Did you think I would say that this is for my daughter-in-law?"

Catherine did not deny it, but looked at Locke.

"I did think you would say that."

"I am an honest man."

"But this is not your home."

"It is now."

Locke smiled slightly: "Do you think I will argue that this house is mine?"

Catherine shrugged.

"That's what you said."

"I'm not a vain person."

Locke said so.

He can be vain.

Because if he was a little vain, he wouldn't have a house in Manhattan until now, and even his only car was bombed?

Son of the House Whip.

and the Deputy Chief of New York State Operations for the Sentinel Secret Service.

No matter which of these two identities you choose, as long as you are a little vain, financial freedom will definitely be achieved, if nothing else.

But he didn't.

Because he is a good, law-abiding man.

Catherine listened to Locke's answer with some curiosity.

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't think about what to say."

Locke answered Catherine's question honestly: "But I've thought about it now."

Catherine looked at Locke quietly.

Locke smiled and said, "If you are willing, this can be our future home."

I'll transfer the money for the apartment to my mom Claire tomorrow.

A beautiful woman in a golden house, a beautiful woman in a golden house.

At least she has her own house. I've never heard of anyone using someone else's house to hide a mistress.

Catherine listened to Locke's words, looked at the brand new bedroom, and then looked at Locke.

“I actually own a few houses in New York City.”

"That's yours."

Locke replied subconsciously, and then caught the key words in the words: "How many sets?"

Catherine hummed.

"I still have three or four now. Originally, I had seven or eight, but the last time I came to New York, I sold four of them and exchanged them for savings. I have quite a lot of savings."

"It's yours, I don't care."

Locke chuckled, then frowned under Catherine's gaze: "I'm just a little curious, how much is the deposit?"

"a lot of."

"none of my business."

Locke shrugged, thought about it, and couldn't help but look at Catherine: "How much is a lot?"

Catherine thought about it.

Although she has been on the run for the past five hundred years, she has never had to worry about food or shelter thanks to the vampires' charm and brainwashing skills.

After all, even if she was fleeing, she was unwilling to compromise herself.

And she lived long enough, so over time, she naturally saved some money.

"Thirty million is still a good amount."

"..."

Locke fell silent after listening to Catherine's account of the deposit balance.

He suddenly discovered something amazing.

seem……

Between Esme, Natasha, Stephanie and now Katherine, he was the only one who was truly poor.

He didn't know whether Esme had any private money, but since they got married, most of his salary had been kept with Esme.

And the vampire fangs that I sold last time got me one million.

Therefore, Esme, who now has almost two million in the joint account, certainly cannot be considered poor.

As for Natasha, she was not a poor person at all. She was a senior special agent of SHIELD, a top talent, with full salary and bonus, not to mention that Natasha was also a close follower of the current SHIELD director.

Stephanie?

Let me put it this way, if Stephanie is considered poor, then 99 percent of the people in the federation are worse than poor.

After all, when the child was young, the father would take out millions of cash and hide it all over the manor for his daughter to hunt for treasure.

And now Catherine.

Locke suddenly had an illusion that the will of this world seemed to be suggesting to him that he could actually be a gigolo.

but……

No man would eat gigolo.

It really doesn't work...

He will go to Stark Bank to apply for a loan tomorrow. With his status, he should be able to borrow at least a few million US dollars.

Moreover, he is now immortal, so if he stays for a few million and pays it off in installments for 300 years, the repayment pressure should not be too great.

Locke's thoughts turned, and he took a deep breath: "Okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore. Take a look at what you need and we'll go buy it tomorrow."

Katherine raised an eyebrow.

"Locke."

"Ah."

"Are you going to put me under house arrest?"

"House arrest?"

Locke listened to this and looked at Catherine in surprise: "I just don't worry about you, so I brought you to New York City. As for when you get to New York City, you can go wherever you want during the day, meet friends, go shopping, whatever you want."

Catherine asked, "What about the evening?"

Locke looked at Catherine with a deep gaze.

He doesn't have that kind of plot.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have mysophobia.

He doesn't mind that his lover had other men before him, as long as she doesn't have other men in the future.

Anyway, she is just a lover, not a wife.

His wife is Esme.

and so……

Locke looked at Catherine with a smile: "Catherine, I don't mind that I'm not your first, but I really hope to be your last."

This is what Klaus will say to Caroline later.

He felt it was quite suitable for the current situation.

Catherine understood the meaning of Locke's words.

"Is this the only condition?"

"That's not a condition, Katherine."

Locke smiled and said, "This is my principle."

Well known.

He has always been serious about principles.

Catherine smiled slightly, took a step forward, put her arms around Locke's neck, then put her lips into Locke's ear, breathing sweetly.

"I admire your principles, but if you want me to abide by them, you have to feed me."

"of course."

Hearing this, Locke hugged Catherine and threw himself on the big bed, which was strictly speaking a new bed because it had never been used since it was bought.

All of a sudden.

The earth is shaking!

the next day.

Catherine wrapped herself in a white sheet, stood on the small balcony of the second-floor bedroom, and carefully stretched out her right hand.

The warm sunshine shines on the right hand, making people feel warm.

"I can still ignore the sunlight."

Catherine retracted her right hand, turned back into the house, looked at Locke who was putting on his coat in the master bedroom bathroom, and said curiously: "But the house ban is still there, is it because of your weak blood power?"

Locke walked out of the bathroom and said as he tied his tie around himself, "To be honest, I don't know either."

Just as he had said when he was in Falls Town.

He only knew that his blood could allow vampires to ignore defects, but he had no idea whether it would be permanent, short-term, or would gradually disappear with the passage of time.

After all, he is not the kind of scientific researcher who would capture a vampire to conduct experiments in order to verify his hypothesis.

Locke raised his eyebrows when he thought of this, and bit his wrist directly, then handed it to Catherine: "You are fine during the day, you can go and try it, and come back to tell me the result in the evening."

Catherine looked at the wrist Locke handed over, showed her little fangs without any hesitation and pounced on it.

next second.

As Catherine ate, Locke felt that the energy in his blood pool was also being absorbed by the unborn daughter in Catherine's belly.

Locke's eyes fell on Catherine's abdomen and he smiled knowingly.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Debbie's.

"Hey."

"Boss, Director Andrew wants to have a video conference with you at ten o'clock..."

"Got it. I'm already on my way back to the bureau."

"it is good."

Locke said something to Debbie on the phone, then raised his eyebrows at Catherine, who was still swallowing in her greasy throat: "Your daughter is full, but you are not full yet?"

Catherine loosened her lips and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Locke chuckled, tied his tie, and kissed Catherine on the forehead: "I said I won't restrict your freedom, so I won't. As long as you don't leave New York, you can go anywhere during the day."

Catherine hummed.

Locke stopped talking and turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

Catherine, also wrapped in a bed sheet, followed.

Locke opened the door and prepared to go out. As he stepped out of the door, he seemed to think of something and turned to look at Catherine.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"what?"

"Call me when you're hungry. Don't eat outside. It's not clean."

"……it is good."

"..."

(End of this chapter)