The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Language is an art!

A word can make things happen.

A word can also ruin things.

The key lies in how you say it.

In this life, Locke was born into a politician family, and Old Underwood was famous for his ability to turn white into black and dead into alive.

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

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

So...

He did not lie.

Claire, who was in Washington and had already realized that she had discovered the truth, naturally verified what she thought in her heart when she heard Locke's words.

"Of course."

"Huh!"

The ban was lifted.

Catherine walked into the apartment.

Locke did not say much to his mother Claire, and said directly: "Thank you, mom, love you, mom."

After that.

He quickly hung up the phone, then smiled at Catherine who closed the door with his backhand and invited: "Take you for a tour?"

Catherine did not refuse.

Locke smiled slightly, took Catherine to take a brief look at 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 this house two years ago.

For example, the decoration company rushed to help for free.

At the end, they also helped to buy a whole set of exquisite furniture for the whole house that 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 on the side 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.

"I don't know."

"She told me to get out of the way."

"..."

Locke looked at the expression on Catherine's face and said with a smile: "Do you think I will 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'm an honest man."

"But this isn't your home."

"It is now."

Locke smiled slightly: "Do you think I'll 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.

Deputy Director of New York State Operations of the Sentinel Secret Service.

No matter which of these two identities, if he was a little vain, financial freedom would definitely be achieved.

But he didn't.

Because he is a good person who abides by the law.

Catherine listened to Locke's answer and was a little curious.

"Then why didn't you say it before?"

"I didn't think about how to say it."

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

Catherine looked at Locke quietly.

Locke said with a smile: "If you are willing, this can be our future home."

I will transfer the money for the apartment to my mother Claire tomorrow.

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

At least she has a house. I have never heard of hiding a beautiful woman in someone else's house.

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

"Actually, I have several houses in New York City."

"That's yours."

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

Catherine hummed.

"There are still three or four now. There were originally seven or eight, but I sold four of them last time I came to New York and exchanged them for savings. I have a lot of savings."

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

Locke laughed, and then frowned under Catherine's gaze: "I'm just a little curious, how much is a lot of savings?"

"A lot."

"It's none of my business."

Locke shrugged, thought about it, and couldn't help looking 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 charm and brainwashing skills of the vampires.

After all, even if she is on the run, she is unwilling to put herself in a difficult position.

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

"Thirty million is still a lot."

"..."

Locke fell silent after listening to the balance of the deposit that Catherine said.

He suddenly discovered something very magical.

It seems...

Among Esme, Natasha, Stephanie and now Catherine, he is the only one who is truly poor.

He doesn't know whether Esme has private money, but since getting married, most of his salary has been saved with Esme.

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

Therefore, Esme, who now has almost two million in the joint account, is definitely not a poor person.

As for Natasha, she is even less a poor person.

She is a senior special agent of SHIELD, a top talent, and her salary and bonuses are all fully paid, not to mention that Natasha is still the subordinate of the current SHIELD director.

Stephanie?

Let's put it this way, if Stephanie is considered poor, then 99% of the people in the Federation are not even worse than poor.

After all, when the child was young, the father would spend millions in cash hiding in the manor for his daughter to hunt for treasures.

And now Catherine.

Locke suddenly had the illusion that the will of the world seemed to be hinting to him that he could actually eat soft rice.

but……

Soft rice, but no man will eat it.

It really doesn't work...

Go to Stark Bank for a loan tomorrow. With his status, he can get a loan of millions of dollars.

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Moreover, he is still living forever, staying for several million and paying it off in installments of three hundred years, so the repayment pressure should not be very great.

Locke's thoughts were spinning and he took a deep breath: "Okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore. You see what you need and we will buy it tomorrow."

Catherine raised an eyebrow.

"Locke."

"Um."

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

"House arrest?"

Locke listened to these words and looked at Catherine with some surprise: "I'm just not worried about you, so I brought you to New York City. As for when you get to New York City, where do you want to go during the day, see friends, go shopping, it's up to you."

Catherine asked, "What about tonight?"

Locke looked at Catherine with deep eyes.

He doesn't have a plot.

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

He doesn't mind if his lover had other men before him, as long as there won't be any in the future.

After all, she is just a lover, not a wife.

His first wife is Esme.

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 in the future.

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, Catherine."

Locke said with a smile: "This is my principle."

As everyone knows.

He has always been serious about his principles.

Catherine smiled slightly, stepped forward, hugged Locke's neck directly, then put her lips into Locke's ear, and breathed out like a blue.

"I appreciate your principles, but if you want me to abide by your principles, you must feed me."

"certainly."

Hearing this, Locke hugged Catherine, and then fell on the big bed, which had not been used once since buying it. It was technically a new bed.

All of a sudden.

The earth shook!

the next day.

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

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

"I can still ignore the sun."

Catherine withdrew her right hand, turned back to the house, looked at Locke who was in the master bedroom bathroom, wearing a coat in front of the mirror, and said curiously: "But the house ban is still there, is it because your blood strength is thin?"

Locke walked out of the bathroom and tied the tie on himself while saying, "To be honest, I don't know either."

Just like he said when he was in Falls Town.

He only knew that his blood could make vampires ignore flaws, but he had no idea whether it would be permanent, short-term, or gradually disappear as time went by.

After all, he is not the kind of scientific researcher who would grab a vampire to conduct experiments in order to test his suspicions.

Thinking of this, Locke raised his eyebrows, bit his wrist directly, and then handed it to Catherine: "You are fine during the day, you can try it, and come back at night to tell me the results."

Catherine looked at the wrist handed over by Locke, showed her little fangs and pounced on it unceremoniously.

The next second.

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

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

Just then.

The phone rings.

Debbie's.

"Hello."

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

"I know, I'm already on my way back to the bureau."

"good."

Locke said something to Debbie on the phone, and then looked at Catherine, who was still swallowing with a greasy throat, and raised an eyebrow: "Your daughter has eaten enough, but you haven't eaten enough yet?"

Catherine loosened her lips and licked the blood away from her mouth with her tongue.

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 directly towards the outside of the bedroom.

Catherine, also wrapped in sheets, followed.

Locke opened the door and was about to go out. When 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."

"……good."

"..."