The infinite life of a certain beauty

Chapter 22 I have a cooperative relationship with a nun (please collect it!!)

Kirk swiped his card to open the room and led Gwen into the room.

"arrive."

After Kirk put the room card into the electric tank, he walked towards the small bar in the living room and asked Gwen who followed him: "Do you need something to drink?"

Gwen withdrew her gaze from the somewhat luxuriously decorated living room, looked at Kirk who had already walked over to the bar, and waved with a smile: "No, thank you."

Although she has graduated from college now, she even works part-time on weekends.

but……

She is only 20 years old this year, one year away from the legal drinking age.

Gwen walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, looked at Kirk who turned around and took out bourbon from the wine cabinet, poured a large glass, thought for a while, and said, "And I don't think you should drink it either."

Because the age on Kirk's information is the same as hers, both are 20 years old.

adult.

But under the age of drinking.

Federal laws can sometimes be baffling.

For example, in some states, 16 years old is considered the legal age to work, and the legal working age in New York City is [-] years old.

But when it comes to drinking, every state maintains the 21-year-old standard.

Kirk heard this sentence, looked at Gwen, and said with a smile: "Again, I'm a detective, and no one will catch me."

Gwen shook her head and said, "No, I mean, you still have to drive later."

Kirk turned around and opened the small refrigerator behind him. With his back to Gwen, he took out his special drink from the refrigerator, opened it, added ingredients to the bourbon and said without looking back, "Then you just drive."

You only need to be 16 years old to drive a car.

Kirk said so, and then drank the Thunder Bourbon in his hand.

moment.

Countless cells were cheering and jumping, and the crimson red light was faintly visible in the depths of the eyes.

Kirk reset the 48-hour countdown on the watch to zero again, closed his eyes, and adjusted his state.

In theory, vampires don't need to eat blood like vampires.

But fresh blood can keep the blood clan's cells active, and it will also keep the blood clan's strength and speed at their peak.

Kirk tried going vegetarian with the encouragement of his girlfriend.

but……

He couldn't even get rid of the bad habit of drinking, how could he get rid of meat.

Kirk tried it for two days, but couldn't take it anymore. He drove a Red Cross blood donation car and parked at the gate of the Notre Dame Monastery in Paris, encouraging the nuns in the monastery to donate blood for free in order to save other people's lives.

his life.

Later, Kirk even opened a special clinic and reached a long-term cooperative relationship with the nuns of the monastery.

quite a while.

Kirk opened his eyes again, looked at the empty special drink in the refrigerator, licked his lips, closed the refrigerator, and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing this, Gwen got up and followed in.

into the eye.

Gwen looked at the sky-blue suitcase on the bed, and blinked at the standard black and white suits with surprisingly consistent styles and colors.

Good guy.

All suits.

Gwen looked at Kirk who was directly closing the suitcase, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you have any other clothes?"

Kirk put the suitcase on the ground and looked at Gwen: "Other clothes, I brought five suits, isn't it enough?"

He hadn't planned on staying in New York City for long.

Originally, Kirk thought that according to the plan, it would take a week for him to deal with the netizens who lied to him, and get the opportunity to be promoted to the extraordinary from the 36th branch.

So Kirk brought five suits over, one for the departure and the first day, one for the last day and the day of departure, and one for the rest of the day, just enough to change.

at the moment?

Kirk was already thinking about finding time tomorrow to contact his tailor in Paris and ask him to make ten or eight suits and send them to New York, so that he could change them easily.

Gwen shook her head speechlessly: "I mean, is there nothing else in your clothes except a suit?"

Kirk groaned, then shook his head.

"That's not it."

"why?"

"I like suits."

Kirk pulled out the trolley of the suitcase and said with a smile, "Someone told me that a suit is a man's second face."

Gwen rolled her eyes: "Then he must be a more narcissistic guy than you."

Kirk laughed, pulled the suitcase, and walked out of the bedroom door.

"Let's go."

"Gone?"

"of course."

Kirk turned his head and smiled at Gwen who came out: "I said, I only have a suitcase, and you have to follow up to see it."

Gwen was still a little surprised: "I didn't expect that your luggage is really so little."

Kirk said casually, "I'm a prodigal."

One came to New York City, trying to solve her infertility problem, and at the same time improve her life level so that she could have a prodigal son forever.

Ding!
The elevator opens.

Kirk pulled the suitcase and led Gwen to the hotel reception desk.

The concierge Karon behind the reception desk smiled and said, "Good evening, Mr. Karen, what can I do for you."

Kirk put the room card on the table and pushed it over: "Check out."

Charon took back the room card with a smile on his face: "Okay, do you need to cancel your registration information?"

Kirk shook his head: "No, keep it."

This is to live in New York City.

Charon nodded.

"Does the hotel event need to send you a message?"

"can."

Kirk nodded and said, the same sentence, he thought that he would not stay in New York City for a long time, so he was not well prepared in terms of funds.

Since it is possible to stay in New York City for a while now, it is a good choice to take orders from the Continental Hotel to make up for my empty coffers.

what?
The salary of the 36th Division?
Ah.

Kirk didn't think about it at all, and the salary of the 36th branch might not be enough to buy a bottle of vintage Thunderbolt.

Charon said he understood, then looked at Kirk with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I wish you a happy life."

"Thank you."

Kirk turned around, pulled up his luggage again, looked at Gwen who had been looking at the guests sitting around the hall when he was talking to the concierge, and said, "Let's go."

Gwen recovered and nodded.

The attendant standing outside the door of the Continental Hotel opened the sliding door for the two of them as soon as they saw Kirk coming out.

"Mr. Cullen."

"Thank you."

Kirk took out one of the few gold coins from his pocket, and according to tradition, gave the attentive attendant as a tip.

After the attendant received the tip, the smile on his face became even brighter. While carrying Kirk's suitcase into the car, he trotted and opened the driver's door.

After Kirk got into the car, he started the car and left the Continental Hotel.

Gwen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked away from the Continental Hotel, which was gradually going away, and looked at Kirk, who was driving in the direction of New York University, frowning.

"The guests from that hotel just now..."

"That's right, they're all killers!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)