Ephraim was waiting for Momontchen at the main entrance of the Auburn Palace.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Adrian couldn't even open his eyes. He grabbed his sister's hand and leaned his head against her, and could fall asleep at any time.

Mo Mengchen came out in an ordinary Cadillac.

With his status, he could drive a better car, just as he wanted him to live in a luxury house, but after becoming famous, he still chose to stay in Galritton's apartment.

This man doesn't seem to care about these things.

"Mo, tonight's game..."

"Did you scare?"

Tonight's game is indeed not suitable for promoting basketball to laymen, Momonchen and Payton are simply tarnishing the sport of basketball.

"That Gary Payton is a bastard, he should have lost two front teeth!" said Ephraim.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "I can't imagine how odor it would be if his stinky mouth had no front teeth blocked his breath after opening his mouth. For the sake of other people's health, it's better to leave a front teeth."

Ephraim smiled so hard that her abdomen was cramped. She didn't expect Mo Mengchen to have such a humorous side.

Well, his teammates didn't expect it.

"Sister, have we arrived home?" Adrian was awakened by his sister.

Mo Mengchen said, "We have to wait twenty minutes, Adrian, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy. I hope I can invent something that will prevent humans from sleeping in the future..."

Adrian said naively.

"Maybe you can really do it." Mo Mengchen's words were not only to help his brother-in-law relieve his boredom, but also from the heart.

Many of the great inventions in human history come from accidents and childlike fun.

For example, anesthetics originate from a half-experimental, half-entertainment and half-technology show. Without anesthetics, the operation will be difficult.

Few people can bear the pain of breaking their stomachs.

There is also the penicillin that I have to mention. The birth of this thing is accompanied by a lot of bugs. If one is missing, it will not be able to come out.

Momonchen parked the car and went upstairs with Ephraim and Adrian.

Second floor

It was late at night and Adrian's eyes were completely closed.

"Then...good night," said Ephraim.

Mo Mengchen nodded and said, "Good night."

As soon as Mo Mengchen took out the key, he suddenly heard Ephraim call him again.

He had just turned his head and pointed at Ephraim's feet and gave him an unexpected kiss.

"See you tomorrow."

The kiss lasted for more than ten seconds, and it might have been longer if it weren't for the presence of Adrian.

Mo Mengchen was a little fluttering. Once again, he felt that he had lived as a dog in his previous life. He knew about surgery, broke into colleagues all day long, and did not do any serious business. He had been traveling through time for less than a year, and it felt more exciting than the decades in his previous life.

In the past, if he saw lovers kissing in TV series, what he thought of was not romance, showing off dog food, it was so sweet, but - does this dog man and woman exchange so much saliva so much, must it contain tens of millions of bacteria?

After kissing for more than ten seconds, 80 million bacteria were exchanged. They kissed this shot a few more times, which lasted for many games? I was terrified to think about it carefully...

It was his own turn, and he had never thought about it at all.

When Ephraim kissed him, his brain was blank. It felt like he was back many years ago, when he was just pursuing others for the first time, and had not become so mean and inhumane.

That was many years ago.

Before falling asleep, Mo Mengchen hummed while brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

Although he did not regard himself as a singer, he was just considering that he would be exposed in the future. At that time, singing on stage is inevitable. He doesn't want to sing in a car accident. Therefore, before the exposure, he has to practice a good voice. Not to mention his top singing skills, at least he can't distort his appearance when he goes to the scene.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Mo Mengchen took a pen and wrote the lyrics on the bed.

"WE  CAN'T  STOP", the translation is that we can't stop, and the translation is that we can't stop at all. This is a relatively light song, which just caters to Mo Mengchen's current state of mind.

Thanks to his memory being beyond ordinary people, he easily wrote down the lyrics of the entire song while concentrating.

“Yea,  Yea,  Yeah~”

He sang a cappella according to the lyrics.

The next morning at 6:00

Amire Medela came to Galritton's apartment early. There were a lot of things today. Saint Lucifer had two surgeries. He also had to go to the recording studio to record songs at noon, and train in the afternoon. Mo Mengchen made his own arrangements for the evening.

What's worse is that she messed up what Mo Mengchen told her yesterday.

But she can't blame her, that damn councillor is just shit!

The more Medela thought about it, the more angry she became.

Generally speaking, if Mo Mengchen was not late, Medela would wait patiently for him to come. Now she wanted to take the thorns and apologize, so she waited for half an hour before going upstairs.

Going to the second floor, I went straight to 250.

She found that the door was not locked, so she opened it directly, so Ephraim pressed against the wall, raised his face and kissed Mo Mengchen. They were so selfless that they should not have been disturbed, but someone came to disturb him. Moreover, this person was not polite at all, so he opened the door without knocking on it.

"I...you...this..."

"I'm disturbed!"

Medela closed the door hard and was about to leave.

"Come back!"

Mo Mengchen's roar spread throughout the floor.

Medela smiled dryly and opened the door: "Boss...I didn't mean it."

"Amil, have you had breakfast?"

Ephraim was so calm that Medela suspected that she was a fish. If it weren't for only seven seconds of memory, why would he pretend that nothing had happened?

Mo Mengchen's lips and lipstick were also on his face. He closed the door with a bad look: "Speak up if you have anything to do."

I just messed up their good things. If I let him know that I messed up the errand he gave, then...

Thinking about Mo Mengchen's mouth that could almost endorse the word "meaning", she couldn't imagine what would happen. It was so terrible.

Since the matter has happened, she can't hide it from it.

"I haven't done anything about Ephraim, and the MPs will not accept private settlement," said Medela.

"What's going on?" Hearing that it was her business, Ephraim also came over and touched Mo Mengchen a cup of hot milk.

“That’s how it is.”

——A middle-aged bald man in a completely Mediterranean was sitting in his office, watching boxing, if he only looked at his lazy look, I was afraid no one would have thought that this was Silas Stevens, who had delivered eight speeches in the past two weeks.

Due to his frequent speeches, the citizens of Detroit cordially changed his name to Silas "There's Something to Say Today" Stevens.

"Bang bang."

"Please come in."

Stevens thought it was his secretary who had returned, but he didn't expect that the door would be a strange woman he had never met before.

"Mr. Stevens, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Amiel Medela."

Stevens quickly made a correct gesture, fearing that his appearance would be seen by others who didn't know him.

"Sorry, there are no reception staff outside the office." Medela stretched out her hand and smiled.

If it weren't for Medela's good looks, Stevens didn't even shake hands, even so, he was still impatient: "My secretary will come back soon. If you have anything to ask her, she will help you."

After saying that, he pointed out and asked Medela out.

"I'll only delay you for a few minutes." Medela maintained a standard kind smile.

Medela said slowly: "I have a friend who was tried for manslaughter..."

Before she could say it, Stevens interrupted her impatiently: "The relevant departments will investigate clearly, and this is the councillor's office, not the local procuratorate, you have come to the wrong place."

"Yes, but after my investigation, you seem to have something to do with David Sessions' case."

"I don't know the person you mentioned."

"I remind you that it is the one who lost his wife in an unfortunate accident."

"Oh?" Stevens seemed to remember, "You're talking about that drunk scum?"

Medela asked, “Are you on the scene?”

"Yes, it's just behind a few cars. Fortunately, I didn't get too close, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here." Stevens said as he reached the door.

Medela said: "Do you know that David Sessions was about to take his wife to the game for his children before the accident?"

"Sadly, many criminals are fathers." Stevens stood at the door with his hips, becoming increasingly impatient with Medela.

"But, David Sessions was not drunk, and his alcohol content in his body did not constitute this crime, and he was not a scum, let alone a criminal." Medela said.
To be continued...