The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Mua~Watson!"

"Wo...wo!"

"Mua~Watson!"

"fertile!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh so cute!!!"

BOO BOO BOO BOO BOO BOO BOO!

Miss Watson hugged Angela and kissed her again, then hugged her and lay on the sofa, rolling back and forth, twisting her whole body into a maggot. The little baby girl giggled and kicked around with her plump little hands and feet. Miss Watson's eyes filled with love as she took out her Leica M6 camera from her bag.

"Eh? Wow!!!"

The dark shot scared the little baby girl to tears.

"What are you afraid of? It's not a monster." Miss Watson put a pacifier in her mouth and said, "Hold it."

"Well......"

Angelaba smacked her lips and really stopped crying.

Click!

After adjusting the parameters, the camera shutter sounds.

"This may be the first photo in your life, baby." Miss Watson happily took a few more photos. Since buying the camera, her professional habits in her previous life have reawakened. She takes it with her wherever she goes. Take two pictures. It can be said that Michela was deeply troubled by this. She finally discovered that Mr. Watson also had something annoying. Even if the camera was not pointing at her, she still felt strange in her heart, as if she suddenly discovered that her boyfriend's love had been taken away.

Mr. Watson commented that this is why some men who love fishing are complained by their wives every day, and bluntly said that the two of them have begun to enter the mode of an old married couple. Of course Dr. Heinzwafen firmly refused to admit it, so when a rare opportunity came, Miss Watson happily stepped in to take over.

After taking the photos, she put babbling Angela back in her crib and played with her tentacles. The little baby girl is very popular with the wizards, but in two years, this little butt will be able to walk and talk and she will be of school age. There is a debate among the wizards about how to arrange the specific arrangements.

There are mainly two factions:

Continue to stay at Karma Taj and learn various secret techniques.

Or leave and be a normal person.

The problem with the former arrangement is that if the future baby girl Angela proves to be unsuitable for learning magic and occult arts, or has no talent in close combat, or does not have the psychological quality to deal with supernatural monsters at all, then she is best The ending is also to leave.

Kama Taj is not a welfare organization, and Angela will already be in her teens by then. She is still young and has a long life left. There is no need to live an ascetic life with the wizards. But for some reason, Master Gu Yi had no opinion on this at all, as if both approaches were acceptable to her.

Ms. Yao had not even seen Angela in person.

Who knows what she thinks.

Shouldn't he keep it for himself in two years? After all, I picked it up from Raccoon City...

There is no point in guessing the thoughts of a woman who is hundreds of years old. Miss Watson has never been entangled and continued to tease Angela for a while. The little baby girl finally became sleepy and fell asleep peacefully to the soft lullaby. At this time, the door to the room was gently pushed open, and Michela walked in and wanted to speak, but saw the look in her girlfriend's eyes and said nothing.

Miss Watson continued to hum the lullaby, her pink eyes half-closed again, and with her elbows resting on the side of the crib, her whole body was filled with drowsiness. Michela couldn't help but recall that night, when her girlfriend got herself a bunch of medicine from Hell's Kitchen, suddenly said she was sleepy, and lazily climbed into bed.

You're really lovable when you're not grouchy.

Of course Dr. Heinzwafen would not say this out loud, but just quietly admired Miss Watson's lazy posture. It was not until the end of the lullaby that Angela had completely fallen asleep that Miss Watson pulled her to the Outside the door: "Why are you back so soon?"

"I heard some noise."

Michela waved the butterfly knife: "In the northwest direction, didn't you say there is no one here anymore?"

"Yes, you didn't go over to check, did you?"

"No." Michela didn't say that it was the levitating cloak that stopped her: "From what you said, there is obviously something wrong with the situation, but I am not familiar with this place, and I will not go and do such a thing alone."

"It would be great if the protagonists of horror movies could have your awareness." Miss Watson scratched her head and frowned: "No, no one has sneaked in here for how many years? The noise you hear may not necessarily be... ...But I can’t leave here, Angela is still here.”

"so?"

"So don't worry about it for now."

Glancing towards the end of the corridor, Miss Watson took out her mobile phone and dialed Master Wang's number, but as if it was a must-have plot for a horror movie, there was no answer at all. Michela also frowned: "How about I stay and you go and see for yourself?"

"No, I have no obligation to protect the New York Temple." Miss Watson shook her head and put the phone away: "I'm just here to take care of Angela. I can do what I can do, but in this situation, I don't If you know how to clone, forget it, don’t worry about it, wait until Master Wang and others come back.”

With that said, she hugged her girlfriend and planned to walk back.

Then I saw a bald old lady sitting on the sofa.

I just said why there is strange movement!

"Good evening, Ms. Yao." Miss Watson rolled her eyes: "Aren't you very busy tonight? Why do you have time to come to me?"

"That's their job, not mine."

Master Gu Yi was holding the drink with the same faint smile on his face.

"Can you be louder?"

Miss Watson walked over with her hands behind her back and smiled like her: "You can coax Angela by yourself later."

"She won't wake up."

Ms. Yao smiled and shook her head: "For now."

"Okay then." Miss Watson pointed at Michaela: "This is Michaela Heinzwafen, my girlfriend. I guess you're not just looking for me when you come here tonight, right? I mean , since you appear in front of Michela, then..."

"Yes." Master Ancient One stood up and walked to Michela: "Watson should have told you about me, right?"

"......Um."

"So you're a doctor?"

"So." Michela was rarely curious, but now looking at this bald woman who was not strong, it was really hard for her to imagine that the other party was the supreme mage who could destroy the world in Watson's mouth: "My The language may be a little offensive, but honestly... you look more like a Buddhist."

"I'm glad you think so." Master Gu Yi showed a little enthusiasm: "Let's talk? I have always been interested in the profession of doctor."

......

June 6, London.

"Hey! Jessica! This way!" A gray BMW stopped on the side of the road. Jessica followed the sound and looked over. Friedson Collins in a light gray suit was waving to her: "How's it going? I guess it should go well?"

"It went really well." Jessica tugged on the guitar case strap and walked towards the yellow Beetle at the end of the street: "But I really don't want to criticize the efficiency of these people. I said before that I would have to wait a month, and now I have said that after the exam, I have to wait a month." Wait half a month, hell, this isn’t a driver’s license test.”

"Haha, isn't it?"

Friedson put his hands in his pockets and followed him like a gentleman, completely ignoring his car: "Anyway, congratulations on completing the most difficult level."

There was a school bus parked in front, and the teachers were loudly directing the primary school students in the bus to get off. Soon, a group of chirping little kids lined up and got off, almost completely blocking the sidewalk. Jessica simply stopped and waited for the naughty kids in front of her to leave: "You came to me for the contract, right? I haven't had time to show it to the lawyer. You know, I've been working on this damn document recently. Prepare."

"Of course, it doesn't matter, Jessica, of course this is more important." It's no secret that Jessica wants to take the street performance certificate test. She and many people have mentioned it, otherwise it would be hard for Friedson to find an excuse to come here today. : "You took a brief look at it last time. What do you think of the conditions?"

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Jessica didn't want to be fooled: "I have no experience in this area. I will go find a lawyer in the next two days and get back to you as soon as possible."

"no problem."

The man looked very patient: "Morris and the others should be preparing a celebration party for you, right? Are they still at the same bar as last time?"

"Yes, tonight." Jessica waved her hand: "You are welcome to come and participate if you have time."

"Ha! Of course I won't miss it!"

After starting the engine and glancing at Friedson in the rearview mirror, Jessica turned the steering wheel and turned her eyes to the road again. After listening to his own voice in the recording studio, Mr. Collins's attitude changed obviously. He basically no longer had the feeling of being an agent.

Tentacle reached into his pocket, took out a few business cards, and stuffed them into the compartment of his waterproof backpack. This is what I have gained today. Scouts have many ways to find targets. As far as discovering singers is concerned, in addition to singing in bars and singing on the street, it is also a good choice to go directly to the verification site and squat.

Jessica even suspected that the two parties were cooperating.

Otherwise, why would someone take the initiative to hand over a business card as soon as the song is finished?

Friedson drove over in a hurry, probably because he had guessed such a thing.

The yellow Beetle drove all the way into the Fulham district in the southeast and stopped under a double-storey building. She picked up the guitar case, put the contract in her pocket, and rang the doorbell. About half a minute later, a young man holding a cigarette came to open the door. When he saw Jessica, he was stunned: "Are you looking for my dad?"

"If your father's name is Burt Morgan, then yes, I made an appointment with him on the phone today."

"Oh, yes, that's right."

The young man smiled sheepishly and took the cigarette out of his mouth: "I thought he was collecting money. Please come with me. My father's office is upstairs."

"Daniel? Who's here?"

A deep male voice came from upstairs.

Is your name also Daniel?

Jessica didn't know how many people she had met named Danny. She felt that it was a really bad name. The guy she killed last time in the warlord's lair in the Congolese jungle was also named Daniel.

"It's hard to imagine that you have such young customers, old man." Daniel quarreled with his father as he went upstairs: "I thought that aunt last time..."

"Can't you just keep your mouth shut?"

A bearded man walked out from the end of the corridor on the second floor. He was tall, thin, and bald: "You don't know how many jobs I have done before...Ah! Are you Jessica? Welcome!"