The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

the next day.

Lake, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

brush teeth.

Wash your face.

eat……

Lake blinked, stood in the living room and thought for a while, then walked outside.

downstairs.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"coming."

With a creak, the door opened.

A pretty blonde girl who was only fifteen years old opened the door.

Alexis.

Downstairs neighbor, daughter of the famous crime novelist Cassell, with his first wife.

"Uncle Lake!"

"Good morning."

Lake and Alexis said hello, then walked in, and then smelled the unique smell of breakfast: "It's delicious, let me guess, what did you do?"

Alexis said, "Want to be together, Uncle Lake?"

Lake shrugged: "Of course, I'm always happy to be invited by a beautiful woman."

Cassel, a single dad sitting at the dining table, rolled his eyes when he heard this sentence: "Recovered single?"

Lake looked at Cassell.

Alexis, who ran to pour coffee for Lake next to him, raised his head when he heard this: "No way, Uncle Lake, why?"

Lake shrugged: "Emotional incompatibility."

Even if nothing happened last night, Lake thought about it after he came back. Sooner or later, he and Maureen would have to part with each other. In the final analysis, the difference in life theories is fortunate to be able to accommodate each other now, and the contradiction will become more prominent in the future.

Simply put.

Lake is a carnivore, unfortunately Maureen is a herbivore.

Will wolves fall in love with sheep?

Even if you love, you fall in love in order to kill the sheep.

so……

Lake sat on the seat and grabbed a pancake, took a bite, and with a sigh, he gave Alexis a thumbs up and said, "How many of your pancakes have I missed in the past six months."

Kassel, who was next to her daughter, said expressionlessly: "Thank God, our family has lost a lot of money in the past six months."

Lake looked at Cassell and smiled without saying a word.

Alexis coquettishly said to Cassel: "Dad, Uncle Lake is not an outsider."

Cassel looked at Lake, who came to grab his daughter's brand of love breakfast after half a year, and took a bite of the pancake angrily: "I hope he is, so that I can condemn him like the protesters outside. "

Lake laughed.

Alexis gave her father a roll of eyes, then sat next to him, drinking his hot cocoa, and looked at Lake: "Uncle Lake, don't listen to my father, my father believes in you as much as I do, it must be those two The guy messed with you first."

Lake sipped his coffee.

next second.

Lake suddenly lit up.

"correct."

Lake pretended to take this thing out of his pocket, took out the angel diamond that was drawn four times last time, held it in his hand, and said to Alexis, "Open your hand and give you a gift."

Originally, Lake was thinking of finding a time to give it to Maureen.

This thing, Lake, can't be sold for money, and even if it can be sold, the money cannot be recharged for the lottery.

However, it seems that it is no longer possible to give Mo Lin.

Not bad for Alexis.

At the very least, Lake sometimes fantasizes about what a daughter would look like if he had a daughter, but he used Alexis as a template to fantasize.

Alexis blinked and reached out to Lake: "What, is it a shopping coupon again?"

Lake's way of giving gifts has always been simple and rude in Alexis' eyes. Last year, she had a $1,000 shopping coupon for her birthday, and a $1,000 shopping coupon for Christmas.

Alexis thought it was the same this time.

Lake didn't speak, just shook his head and released his right hand from Alexis' palm.

In an instant.

The angel diamond, which had lost its blockade, radiated a dazzling light and fell on Alexis' palm from the sky.

Alexis' eyes began to grow as the angel diamond fell, and his eyes widened. When the angel diamond of some weight fell on his hand, Alexis' expression became very beautiful.

Cassel, who also thought it was a shopping voucher, saw the real face of the gift, coughed repeatedly, covered his mouth, and wiped the overflowing coffee.

"Oh my God."

"real or fake?"

Cassel found a towel and wiped his hands, then leaned over to Alexis and looked at the angel diamond in his daughter's hand.

Lake rolled his eyes: "Do you think it's fake and I'll give it to my goddaughter?"

Cassel looked up: "You moved in five years ago. At that time, my daughter was ten years old. It has been ten years since the baptism. Godfather, you are self-proclaimed."

Lake shrugged: "Alexis just admits it."

"I don't admit it."

"You don't admit it's none of my business."

"..."

Alexis looked at the angel diamond shining brightly in the palm of his hand, glanced at his father, and then handed the diamond to Lake: "Uncle Lake, this is too precious."

Lake waved his hand, but didn't take it back: "It's precious to you, but to me, it's worthless."

Alexis: "..."

Lake sighed very much in his heart. He was definitely not pretending to be a fork. For him, only money that can be recharged is real money, and other money that cannot be recharged is just a piece of paper.

The same goes for the diamonds that come out of this lottery.

If you can sell it, you can sell it, but the money you sell can't be recharged. What's the use of it, it will only add to the sadness.

Alexis looked at her father Cassel.

Cassel raised his eyebrows at Lake, as if he thought of something, and said to Alexis: "Since it's your gift, then accept it. Do you need to put it in my safe?"

Alexis narrowed his eyes and put the angel diamond in his arms: "No, I have my own safe."

Yes.

After all, it is the home of a famous crime novelist and a wealthy daughter slave. It is normal for Alexis to have his own safe, and Alexis' mother often sends some jewelry to her daughter. Of course, Alexis himself Just a rich little lady.

Alexis got up, thanked Lake, and then hurried to the stairs. She wanted to take a good look when she put it in the safe.

soon.

Alexis' figure disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Cassel sat down again and looked at Lake, who was drinking coffee and eating pancakes: "For Maureen?"

Lake glanced at Cassel and said nothing.

Cassel smiled and looked at the stairs, guessing that her daughter might not come down so quickly, and then looked at Lake and said, "It's okay to split up, I've always wanted to tell you, I heard a friend tell me... …”

Lake looked away and interrupted Cassel directly: "Friend? Ex-girlfriend? Or, which book is your muse?"

Literati are scumbags.

Hook up beautiful girls one after another in the name of you are my muse.

Cassel rolled his eyes: "Would you like to hear it? I heard from a friend that Maureen doesn't seem to have a simple identity."

Lake: "..."

Happy New Year's Eve, friends!