"Locke, you can go back." Half a month after the last incident, Eric's body has recovered and they have just returned from Brooklyn.

Locke's work is going well, and Eric doesn't need anyone to follow him most of the time, and when he is there, he can go to dangerous neighborhoods to deal with some problems.

Cheap shops, Eric's new business, who is expanding from Brooklyn to Queens, was not easy during this period.

The most troublesome thing is naturally safety. Eric needs to understand the rules on the street. Every community has its rules. If you want to do business here, you have to follow the rules.

There is also the safety of employees and goods, and stewardship is the biggest problem. Even if Eric is already very cautious, he still cannot sleep.

Locke's life has been much better recently. He almost wanted to go to the street to find someone to borrow usury, but now he has returned to a stable life.

Locke knew very well that if he reached the point of borrowing usury, he would easily go to a wrong path and become the person he had always despised.

"Boss, my wife wants to thank you at home. The pasta she made is the best I've ever eaten...if you want." Locke wanted to thank him.

"Of course, no problem, I didn't have any arrangements tonight." Eric agreed, the same black skin made him feel close to him.

"Go in my car and I will send you back safely." Locke didn't want to drive his luxury car to the neighborhood where he lives.

"It seems that I want to calculate your overtime pay," Eric joked.

Rock lived in Brooklyn, a relatively safe area, but it was only relatively.

"If your car appears here, after dinner, it will only have parts left." Locke said with a smile and pointed at the surroundings.

Eric is no stranger to everything around him. He squatted on the streets and alleys and occupied the abandoned parks and gang members of the court occasionally made him miss him.

"Come on." Locke put the gun in the holster and took him back to his house.

"This is my wife, Barbara, they are my children, eldest Marceau, second Marces."

"He is my boss, Mr. Eric."

After Locke finished introducing the article, Eric said in surprise with a strange expression: "You have never said that you have two beautiful princesses in your home."

"Thank you, Mr. Eric." Marceau said to him generously.

As for the sister standing beside her, Hass looked a little shy, and stood backwards by her sister, grabbed her arm with her hands, and looked at Eric secretly.

"Please sit here." Locke greeted him and sat down in the living room.

This is a standard four-bedroom apartment with two floors, a separate living room, dining room, bathroom, etc. It is a good place in this community.

Locke went to the kitchen to help his wife. It was rare for men to cook, which deepened Eric's impression of him.

In addition, he also learned a lot of information during his conversation with Marceau.

For example, she is 18 years old and is about to attend New York University. The tuition is a considerable expense. She also has 15-year-old Hassin, who attended Brooklyn Public School where her sister attended.

This is an ordinary family that is so ordinary that Eric is envious and can't help but want to integrate into it.

"How about dinner?" After dinner and sent Eric back, the relationship between the two seemed to be one step closer.

"Very good... can I come again in the future?" Eric knew it was inappropriate, but he really wanted to come again, just a simple gathering, having a meal, and chatting.

After looking at him, Locke thought for a while and said, "Yes, of course, we welcome you to come often."

Eric is a good guy and his boss, so he has no reason to refuse to be the one.

"Eric, how are you doing today?" I met Eric again. It was already 1 a.m., and Mason was still playing table football in the game room.

"Are you going to play all night?" Eric looked up at his watch, and he didn't expect to meet him here.

"A little upset." The billiards made a 'bangbang' sound.

"If you're angry, you should choose a pellet machine. Come and binge." Eric walked to a pellet machine and said with preparation.

“That’s exactly what I need.”

"Tell me about your worries."

The third time he won the game, Eric decided to let him go, and the marble machine was one of his best things.

"Elizabeth wants me to go to London." That's why he is annoyed.

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Eric felt that there was no problem with this. The war was over and London was recovering, so there was no problem with going there to school.

"I know, it's just...I don't want to leave." Mason had nothing to hide, and their relationship was pretty good.

"You're just getting used to it with your family, maybe it's a good time to go out for a walk," Eric advised.

"Ok, I know, I know I act like a child..."

"You're a kid." Eric pointed out this point.

Hearing him say this, Mason was stunned, and then suddenly laughed, "You are right, I am indeed a child, and I almost forgot about myself."

"You're just not ready yet." Eric said his heart.

"Yes, if nothing is wrong... I mean, if the relationship goes well, I will live in London in the future. I am not familiar with it. This is my home."

"So, you need to tell Elizabeth what you really think and let her give you more time."

It was dawn that the two of them returned to their rooms. The late-night conversation ended here. Mason requisitioned his father's study and he wanted to call Elizabeth to talk.

"Have Norma and Fia gone?" When Mary woke up in the morning, she realized that the two of them had left.

Norma needs to go back to film, Fia wants to continue her studies and work. She is studying with a socioeconomics professor, which is conducive to expanding her horizons, connections, and good for her business.

"Eric, how is your business going?" Li Zitao asked during breakfast. They could only talk a lot during breakfast.

"It's not bad, it's just a little trouble." Eric still acted the same way, liked to carry all the pressure on his shoulders. Perhaps this is why he got along with Locke.

"Let me find some time to introduce you to a friend, who can help you solve the problem." Li Zitao drank the milk, sucked his wife's forehead lightly, and waved goodbye to the children.

His work is not over yet, and the candidates for the ministry and committee were decided by the board of directors. He no longer occupies a seat on the board of directors and should not have been so busy.

But who made Juliana passively slacking off? After giving birth, she started to be lazy. As a man, Li Zitao could only take the blame.
Chapter completed!