Chapter 315 The Awesomeness of the Queen of Intelligence (please subscribe!!)

Hawke finally chose Helen.

no way.

Who made Helen the boss of this family? Moreover, Hawke respected Helen very much.

The most important point.

Tonight was a dinner prepared by Helen, which was similar to the housewarming ceremony, and Hawke had no intention of scattering the people.

One sentence.

When Hawke was not killing, he was still a polite, gentlemanly and in the same mood.

For dinner tonight, Helen prepared a special heart.

Just from the fact that the most distinctive lemon bass of the Stacy family is tonight, you can tell that the specifications of this dinner tonight are full.

After all, usually, there are few opportunities to eat this dish.

But Hawke has eaten it five or six times, but he still feels that any fish that is not braised or cooked is heresy.

Helen smiled and looked at Hawk who was eating lemon bass with big mouthfuls: "How about it, Hawk, is the bass tonight still suitable for her appetite?"

Hawke nodded with a smile: "Great."

Helen smiled, held her chin with her hands, glanced at Gwen next to her: "You said Hawk actually doesn't like bass."

Hawke looked at Gwen with a smile.

Gwen faced Hawke's gaze, blinked, and shrugged at Helen: "Did I say bass? I'm talking about herring. Hawke doesn't like canned herring."

Helen directly glanced at Gwen: "No one likes that thing except Norwegians."

Canned herring?

That thing is not food at all.

Let's say so.

When Osborne Industry had not started making weapons, it was canned herring. At that time, people called Osborne Industry Osborne Biochemical Industry.

The reason is self-evident.

soon.

After dinner, Hawke and George got up and came to the backyard, sharing the day before yesterday that someone knew that George had brought a box of cigars after moving.

Of course.

Cigars are not the point.

The phone is.

Hawke sat in the backyard and knew it was Gwen's recliner, looking not far away, smoking a cigar while calling George, who was his good friend at the Homeland Security Agency.

He did not choose to bother George, after all, it was impolite to disturb others' calls.

After a while.

George hung up the phone, walked over, and sat on the lounge chair next to Hawke.

Gwen, who was helping Helen clean up the dining table in the house, was often left in the backyard, and the two of them turned their heads and said this from time to time.

Helen noticed it too.

"Is the picture very warm?"

"ah."

Gwen came back to his senses and looked at Helen who was talking to him.

While wiping the cleaned dishes with a towel, Helen looked at the two men lying on the recliner in the backyard and smiling at Gwen: "I really hope that in another ten years, I will see this.

The picture.”

Gwen looked at Helen speechlessly: "Mom, what are you thinking."

Helen laughed and looked at her daughter: "Then what are you thinking."

Gwen shrugged, looked at his boyfriend Hawke, who was whispering over there, and his father George, and tilted his head: "I'm wondering, what are they talking about today."

It was obvious that while they were having dinner, the two had already run to the study and chatted for at least an hour.

As a result, we continued to chat after the meal.

So long?

It's mysterious.

Helen smiled and said, "I want to know, just go and ask."

Gwen shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I know I asked, Hawke will definitely say it."

"Then why don't you ask?"

"I don't want to ask."

Gwen said in a word, withdrew his gaze, focused on cleaning the dishes on hand, handed Helen a freshly washed dish, and said with a smile: "If Hawke thinks he should tell me, then he

I will tell me that if he doesn't say it, it means he doesn't want me to worry."

Helen looked at her daughter in surprise when she heard this answer.

quite a while.

Helen looked at Gwen with a smile: "I thought it would take several years for you to understand this, but I didn't expect it..."

Gwen shrugged: "Hey, mom, I'm very smart."

Helen nodded and said, "Indeed, you will always be the smartest in our family."

Gwen smiled and looked at his boyfriend Hawke who was talking to his father George in the backyard.

This is actually very simple.

In a relationship, only one party needs to compromise, and it is obvious that in this relationship, Gwen knew this early and chose to compromise.

Hawke, who was talking to George in the backyard, felt the gaze belonging to Gwen from behind him.

but……

Hawke's attention now was not on Gwen's gaze, but on George.

To be precise.

On Cecilia Reyes.

Hawke looked at George beside him with a frown: "What kind of organization is there to say, I haven't contacted the undercover for nearly three months?"

Good guy.

Just now, George called his Homeland Security partner and asked Dr. Cecilia Reyes.

result……

The DHS has not been connected with Cecilia Reyes for three months.

Tsk tsk.

"This is not treating undercover as a human being at all."

Hawke complained without hesitation and said to George: "By the way, if I was undercover, you didn't answer the phone when I was undercover, I would be in a rebellion in the next second."

After all, being an undercover agent is life-threatening. If even the people behind him are unreliable, Hawke will never be able to continue to work hard anyway.

The world is great, and only you know how to cherish your own life.

George stood on his side of his friend and shook his head to defend himself: "She said that three months ago, Dr. Cecilia Reyes contacted her through a specific contact information, saying that she was very

It may have been launched. In order to ensure the safety of Cecilia Reyes, according to the agreement, you cannot act rashly until Cecilia Reyes notify her again."

Hawke captured the keyword this time: "She, your friend at Homeland Security, is her female?"

George looked at Hawke speechlessly: "What do you want to say?"

Hawke waved his hand.

George shouldn't be that kind of person either.

After all, this guy likes cases more than women. Moreover, even if he looks for a mistress, to be honest, George doesn’t have much pocket money, so what do they want?

What's more, George hasn't saved up Gwen's wedding money yet.

Hawke laughed and shook his head, "I haven't contacted for three months, and I'm afraid that Dr. Cecilia Reyes will die."

George wanted to laugh when he heard this.

"So, do you want Dr. Cecilia Reyes alive or dead?"
To be continued...