【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

"No, I can't. Anthony said firmly.

Nolan pleaded, "Teacher, I don't want to go back to Schmidt's house again.

"I knew they would have been stripped of custody in the first place. I'll help you find a nice family. "

Teacher, I want to live with you..."

"I don't think I'm ready to be a guardian. Clark

helped on the side: "Anthony, you see Nolando is pitiful, just let him live with you, I can also help cook when you are busy."

Anthony glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!" In

the end, of course, Anthony won. He and Clark help Nolan with the formalities, talk to a gentle middle-aged couple, and stuff Nolan into their house. As for the evidence of Schmidt's murder, Nolan has already done an injury evaluation anyway, and the rest is a matter for the police department.

Nolan: "Anthony..."

, "Okay, you can come over on the weekend." "

Thank you Anthony!"

Nolan had no luggage and was soon placed in a room at Mr. Folens' house. It was in the middle of the second floor and there was a small balcony with a lot of light and a view of the back garden. He leaned on the balcony handrail and looked down and measured the height.

Anthony gave him a threatening look.

The Follies have only one daughter, who is in college. According to their own words, they once had a boy who died young, so they always wanted to adopt a boy.

It just so happens that Nolan is bigger, and it is also very worry-free for them.

When he first arrived, Nolan was still very reserved, and after the teacher and Kent left, he became even more nervous. He stood at the lowest step of the stairs, leaning against the wall, looking at the couple, and only after a while did he squeeze out a few words: "Uncle and aunt, I'll be disturbed later." "

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Anthony was a little sleepy and crooked on the co-pilot. Clark was driving the car, feeling a little nervous, but he didn't bother to care, as long as he didn't get into an accident.

Ah, I finally sent Nolan away, and I feel so much lighter...

"Squeak-----"

Anthony lunged forward, smashing his head forward, even though he was wearing a seatbelt. Clark reacted quickly and reached out to protect his forehead, so the back of his hand hit the storage box in front of the car, smashing it flat.

Anthony woke up from a drowsy break, sat up straight, and unbuckled his seatbelt: "What did you do?!"

Clark sneered, "I accidentally scratched it." They

all got out of the car and negotiated with the owner of the car who had been scratched. Clark was fully responsible, Anthony crossed his arms and watched him apologize to the other party's car owner and guarantee compensation, and couldn't help but feel that the majestic Superman he saw last night was like a dream.

Due to the slightness, they moved the car to the side of the road and soon agreed: the insurance payout.

On the way back, Anthony took over the driver's seat. Clark sat pitifully in the passenger seat: "I'm sorry, Anthony... I'll go back and make up the money to you.

Anthony sighed: "That's not necessary, it's all paid by the insurance company." It's just that you'll have to drive the car to the garage to make up for it later. "

Huh, I...

"Then pay out of your own pocket. "

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Anthony took matters into his own hands and installed all the bases with lead plates. It's not easy, although the base is not big, it needs all-round protection, as well as protecting the vents and magic protective array.

By the time he finished tossing, it was already dark. Anthony carefully washed the lead dust off his body and sat in his little dark room to answer the phone.

During this time, the other customers of Gotham were relatively quiet, which made him a bit of a pity. The only active guy doesn't like to pay, and Anthony can't "defend his rights".

The room was cramped and crowded with all kinds of instruments, and the little boss sat on a stool in the corner with his legs folded, listening blankly as his former friend forced Lai Lai.

"Heart, the little bat has been built again on the diagonal of the Gotham Hospital..."

Anthony raised an eyebrow and had to interrupt this sensitive topic: "Honey, I have no interest in how rich your little bat is, I just want to know now when you will be able to pay back the various fees you owe." The

other side smiled sharply: "I don't know if you're still afraid of the little bat, how cute he is! Okay, okay, I'm going to visit the bank next week, the bank staff are very friendly and will support me!" "You'd

better be clean." "

Anthony thinks he's talking nonsense, this guy is going to make a big deal and shove cash in and pull himself in.

He hung up the phone indifferently, got up and walked out of the small dark room. The lights at the base were still fully on, and he habitually walked towards the exit, only to remember halfway through that he hadn't taken care of his babes for a long time.

The hearts are still floating silently there. Anthony clasped his hands and stood in front of the shelf. Needless to count, each of his jars is numbered and neatly arranged.

Anthony realized something was wrong. Not these hearts, but their own moods.

He remembered that every time he counted the rows of hearts, he felt as if he had seen them reconstruct Alexander's figure, but now he was a little too calm.

Anthony removed a jar from the shelf, a little heavy, and he expertly dropped his wrist downward, then held it in his hand. Thanks to the maintenance liquid, his heart is blue, but it still looks very strong, and it seems that it will start beating in his hand in the next second.

But it never beats again.

The icy light hit the edge of the seal, reflecting a blinding white light. Anthony looked down at the English letters there: Chen Meihui.

That was the last time he would attack someone close to him.

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Clark pinched the burger in both hands, hesitantly watched as Louise on the other side quickly stuffed the chicken roll into her mouth, and then picked up the Coke and poured it wildly.

“... You... Eat slowly and choke carefully. It

was hard for him to imagine that Louise, who was as elegant as a goddess, would eat fast food like this.

"I don't have much time, and I'm going to follow up on the Lex Enterprise news soon.

"But it's Sunday, well, you don't seem to have enjoyed Sunday much.

"Weekends are the busiest time for journalists, and even movies are mostly premiered on weekends. Louise put down the empty package, "Alright, now I have something to tell you." Clark

put down the burger he had taken a bite of, and put his hands on his knees, ready to listen to her like a child. I only heard his respected senior say solemnly: "Are you seriously pursuing me?"

The little reporter was stunned for two seconds: "No... Of course it is!"

Louise frowned.

Clark's superbrain is overloaded, frantically trying to find out how to recover from a memory that has been directly punctured. But according to Anthony's plan, the initiative should be in his own hands...

He looked at her nervously and slurred some of the sentences taught by Anthony: "I am indeed pursuing you... Your beautiful appearance and strong heart make me fall for you... I've always been introverted, but I'm determined..."

Louise slammed the Coke cup on the table, "Who taught you?" Clark

immediately beckoned: "Anthony!

"Well, he was all the one who instructed you to pursue me. "

Yes... It's not a dictator, it's just that I like you, so ask him for help... Well, he's just giving me a thumbs up... He's good!

" Louise stared at him, "Anthony... You two aren't going to join forces to play with me, are you?"

"Hah, absolutely not!"

"So what is the relationship between you and Anthony? If you were just a neighbor who had known each other for less than four months, you wouldn't mention him in this state. "

“... What's wrong with me?"

"His face was red, his eyes wandered or he couldn't help but look to the left. Actually, for a long time, I thought you guys were in love.

"Absolutely not! I'm not gay!" Louise

looked at him reproachfully, and Clark remembered something, and remedied, "I'm not discriminating against homosexuals, it's just that I'm really not."

Louise: "Do you really like me? are pursuing me? But that's not how you behave."

Clark tried to defend something, but Louise looked at her watch, "There's not enough time, so we'll talk about it first." Anyway, I made it clear, I don't accept your pursuit, you calm down first. Well, goodbye.

Clarke's mouth opened slightly, and he watched Louise walk away. Louise didn't wear high heels, but instead wore handy sneakers, but she still walked out of the crowd and quickly disappeared from his vision.