Chapter 129 Old Place Naval Observatory (15, please order all)

Locke has always done things vigorously and resolutely.

He immediately checked the numbers of many high school classmates at the time and prepared to send a group text message to express his intention to hold a class reunion after not seeing each other for a long time.

but……

When Locke was about to send it, he blinked and chose to give up.

Esme looked at Locke, who suddenly calmed down again, with some curiosity.

"Why didn't you post it?"

"No need."

Locke shook his head, deleted the edited text message, and threw the phone back on the bedside table, then lay back on the bed and looked at Esme below him: "I live for myself, not for others." How do others see me?"

Therefore, there was no need for him to hold a class reunion that had never been held since graduation because of what others thought.

And this doesn’t look like an explanation, but rather like trying to cover up something.

Do you really think that the friendship between classmates in the Federation is valuable?

What nonsense.

Many of the phone numbers of high school classmates on his cell phone were added by him just this month.

Many classmates who were hanging out on Wall Street called him to congratulate him when they found out that he had become the deputy director of Operation Sentinel in New York City.

The rich in the mountains have distant relatives, but the poor in the busy city have no one to care about.

This sentence applies everywhere.

Esme was fine with that.

Still the same sentence.

Others don't know whether Locke is straight or curved, but doesn't she know?

Again.

During the business trip, she had only seen long red hair at home, but she had never seen anyone with short curly hair that looked suspiciously like Locke's.

so……

"You really don't plan to hold a class reunion?"

"No need, it costs money."

"...This is probably the reason for giving up."

"yes."

Locke simply admitted another reason why he was too lazy to hold a clarification press conference: "Houses in Manhattan are very expensive, so there is no need to waste it on strangers who may never see them again in their lifetime."

Esme nodded in agreement, then put her arms around Locke's waist.

"Then - sleep?"

"good."

She didn't know if Locke was holding back the fire in his heart, but Esme could clearly feel that Locke's movements were cautious but also filled with recklessness.

It seems that Locke wants to prove something in this way.

But she quite liked this feeling, so she let Locke go.

Time flew by.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day passed quickly, and then quickly came the 27th.

When it comes to things like holiday atmosphere, the more remote the place, the more festive the atmosphere is.

But this is Washington, the political center of the Union.

so……

holiday?

That is what ordinary people live. They are politicians fighting on a bloodless battlefield. All they have to do is to maintain their status at all times.

Esme opened her eyes early in the morning and found that Locke was no longer beside her. After putting on the home clothes she brought back and going downstairs, she saw Locke in the restaurant.

"Good morning, my dear." Esme walked into the restaurant, came to Locke who was frying poached eggs, and kissed him.

Locke responded with a smile: "Morning."

Esme hugged Locke from behind, sniffed it lightly, and said it smelled good. Then she looked at the empty restaurant with some curiosity: "Where are Claire and Frank."

"Go out early in the morning."

"Isn't today still a holiday?"

"Obviously not for both of them."

Early this morning, mom Claire and Frank went out, but they didn’t know what they were doing.

Locke didn't bother to ask.

Esme nodded and looked around the restaurant, realizing that some of the Christmas decorations that were there last night had all disappeared this morning.

She nodded in agreement.

"Now I know why you don't want to come back here."

"I won't come back next year even if I die."

This year was a special situation. If Esme hadn't been pregnant, he wouldn't have bothered to come back to celebrate the holidays with these two parents who only had careers but no children.

Definitely not coming back next year.

The problem is that the journey is far away and it is inconvenient for my beloved wife and my legitimate son to travel. It would be nice to just make a phone call to wish each other a happy holiday.

right.

Just do it.

Locke thought to himself.

Esme didn't say anything. After letting go of Locke, she walked out of the bar and sat down on the high stool opposite. She held her chin in one hand and looked at Locke who was baking bread and blinked.

"By the way, I remember today is the day you meet Stephanie."

"right."

Locke didn't even raise his head: "Didn't you hear it that day? It's still early in the afternoon."

Esme said: "I'm more curious, where is the old place you mentioned?"

Locke raised his eyes and glanced at Esme.

"Just the Naval Observatory."

"There?"

Esme was a little curious when she heard the address: "I thought the old place you were talking about was somewhere that sounded more romantic, like a grove or a port."

Locke laughed directly: "There is a library over there. When I have nothing to do during the holidays, I basically like to hang out there."

Other libraries are also good, but there are more people.

He doesn't like it.

There happens to be a library next to the Naval Observatory, although the collection of books is smaller than the library in the city.

But the advantage is that there are few people and it is quiet.

He and Stephanie still talked about that for a while, often going there to read books, and then they would go on dates at the observatory.

Esme frowned as she listened to Locke's story.

"That doesn't sound romantic at all."

"I never said romance."

"Locke."

"Um."

"I feel like you are lying to me. After all, you are very romantic when you are with me."

"People always grow up, my dear."

Locke looked at Esme with a smile and gave his clear explanation.

As for the private explanation?

Qian Zhuang is a coward.

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The past was before and the present is now.

Locke, who has a cheat by his side, naturally has the confidence to be a super god in the future. Naturally, he has enough confidence to do what he wants to do.

But in the past, when Locke didn't have the cheat, and his family background was not as good as Stephanie's, what was the use of being more romantic?

As the only daughter of a billionaire, Stephanie has never seen anything like this before.

But there is a saying.

If she is new to the world, take her to see the prosperity of the world; if she has experienced vicissitudes of life, take her to ride the merry-go-round.

Although Stephanie is indeed new to the world, her family background is there and she has seen the highest prosperity in the world.

But the merry-go-round is too childish, and it doesn't apply to Stephanie.

The question is, there is a large open space in Malik Manor, where there is a super luxurious diamond-encrusted amusement ride built by Gideon Malik for Stephanie when she was a child.

The way forward was useless and the way back was blocked. Locke had no choice but to find another way and racked his brains to come up with a plan to study together and then have a date by the way.

so……

The old place he was telling Esme now was indeed very ordinary, but in his and Stephanie's memories, the Naval Observatory left enough memories for both of them.

For example, the small attic inside the observatory.

Forget about the memories.

There is juice.

I just don’t know, after so many years, the traces of juice inside have probably evaporated long ago.

soon.

Locke made breakfast, and he and Esme carried the breakfast to the back garden together, drinking freshly ground coffee while eating breakfast.

Just then.

The phone rings.

Esme put down the coffee in her hand and looked at Locke with a smile: "Stephanie's?"

Locke turned the phone screen directly to Esme: "Claire's."

Said.

Locke answered the phone.

After a while.

Locke hung up the phone and looked at Esme aside: "Are you okay later?"

Esme shook her head.

"No, what's wrong?"

"Mom said she wants to take you to visit the company."

"I?"

Esme was stunned for a moment and looked at Locke curiously: "I don't understand those public welfare projects. Why should I go there?"

Locke looked at Esme with a smile: "Want to hear the truth?"

Esme blinked and said nothing, just looking at Locke.

"The truth is, my mother introduced you to the outside world as the new Mrs. Underwood of the Underwood family."

"Where are the lies?"

“There are no lies, but there is also a truth.”

"What?"

"The truth is that I am going to see Stephanie in the afternoon. She is afraid that you will think nonsense, so she plans to take you out to clear your name."

"All right."

Hearing this, Esme shook her head and smiled, leaning on the chair and looking at Locke sideways: "Are you sure you don't need me to follow you?"

Locke shrugged: "It's up to you, but if you go, I guess Stephanie won't get off the car."

The empress of the palace wants to see someone.

He had no reason to stop him.

However, he felt that Esme might not really want to see Stephanie, but was just testing him.

Still the same sentence.

The Zhenggong's permission is a special permission, but if you don't say it, the Zhenggong won't be jealous.

Locke understood this and naturally knew how to answer these questions.

really.

Esme shook her head: "Forget it, I won't go see her, but I don't know anything about public welfare, so there won't be any reporters interviewing her."

Locke shrugged: "I don't know."

Like most people doing charity projects in Washington.

My mother, Claire, doesn’t really care about public welfare. She just wants to gain more exposure and win more sponsorships in the name of caring for public welfare.

Esme was a little worried when she heard this.

"What should I do? I have no experience in dealing with reporters."

"It's okay. They have a dedicated person in charge. When you get there, you only need to be responsible for one."

"What?"

Esme looked at Locke, humbly asking for advice.

Locke smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, and then, under Esme's gaze, lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips, then held his beloved wife's face and looked at it tenderly.

"Just keep this smile and show off your stunning appearance and temperament as the new generation of Mrs. Underwood."

"..."