Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

When the car drove to the door of Reid's house, Reid had already fallen into a deep sleep. Triton took out the house key from his bag, and carefully picked up his human being. Reid frowned and grunted a few times, and buried his head in the Triton didn't even open his eyes in his clothes.

The driver had already graciously carried his things upstairs and opened the door, and then retreated downstairs with a wink to wait.

Triton deftly walked around the books and pillows in the living room and walked into the bedroom, put Reid on the bed, took off his shoes and socks and the suit jacket he was wearing, but didn't touch the shirt or anything, then pulled the quilt to cover him, Turn on the air conditioner to adjust to a suitable temperature.

After being put on the bed, Reid hugged the quilt and turned over. He was in a deep sleep without any signs of waking up. So Triton went to the kitchen and looked around. There was no shortage of food in the refrigerator, such as vegetables and fruits. They were placed in equal categories, neat and tidy without any mess, but Triton glanced at the juice jar, and saw that the shelf life stamped on the lid should have expired for several days, and there was no cooked food.

Looks like his humans are going to wake up hungry.

What do you think will happen next? Triton graciously cooked a good meal and helped Dr. Reid tidy up the messy house and clean the room?

In fact, Triton calmly looked away, closed the refrigerator door, called the driver who was waiting downstairs and asked him to find a Chinese restaurant to buy porridge, and then turned around and stepped across the books on the ground. By the way, he helped a crumbling stack on the desk.

It's not that he doesn't know how to cook. The Kraken who has wandered on land for hundreds of years can cook a little of any dish, and he does it quite well, but his current relationship with humans is not close enough to use the things in the other's house casually. Just like Reid never messed around when he lived in his villa, he wouldn't mess around without the other party's permission.

This is the most basic respect and courtesy.

Although such a gentleman's attitude made the driver who came back from buying porridge silently complain a few words in his heart, he questioned whether his boss was frigid.

Put the porridge on the table to let it cool naturally, then cover it with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. Triton took a piece of paper from his pocket and wrote a note, then bowed his head and kissed Reid on the cheek, whispering good night, Then he turned off the lights and left Reid's house lightly.

It was already midnight when we went out, the driver stood beside the car and bowed to open the door.

It's time to sleep.

It's just that the news from the other side of the ocean before going to bed finally made Triton's good sleep come to naught.

"Don't he know about jet lag?" Triton yawned and emerged from the water, lying on the edge of the pool and frowning wearily. "It's midnight here."

"It's not early here, Triton." The voice on the other end of the mobile phone that the old butler brought up was indifferent, and he said with a sneer full of malice, "I won't disturb your good business, will I?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to take advantage of others." Triton lazily turned over, took the phone and held it to his ear, the tail of the fish patted the surface of the water and splashed a small splash, "I'm better than some fish much more noble character."

The sirens of the Adaro family, whose racial nature is predatory, don't have a good relationship with Triton.

"As long as the method is effective, don't worry about it." The sea monster on the other end half-closed his eyes to restrain the violence that was about to move in his bones, and his tone of arrogance and arrogance remained unchanged for many years. "I'm going back to Europe this week."

He said "back" instead of "come". Even though the commanding tone made Triton very upset, he still keenly caught such a difference, and he realized something with a slight frown.

"It's faster than I thought." He chuckled, "Can't hold it anymore?"

"Ah." Adaro said lightly, "Maybe these few days."

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Triton said. "How much did you pay?"

"All," Adaro replied. "It was supposed to be for the best."

"Then I'll enjoy it." Triton laughed, "Such a rare gathering."

"You'll enjoy it," Adaro said, "Mr. Host."

"Don't worry." Triton smiled blankly, "I am grateful for your generosity."

Adaro sneered twice and hung up the phone.

Triton leaned against the pool in silence for a while, "Tom!" he yelled, "I'm going to France."

"I see." The old butler replied with a smile, "Mr. Reid's safety will not be a problem."

"…" Triton glanced at him, rolled over and sank into the water.

Sparkling, tomorrow will be a good weather.

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Reid slept until the next day, and his head hurt a little, but it was not unbearable. He sat on the bed for a long time before waking up, scratching his head and looking around in a daze.

Very well, he is in his own home, although he is already a bit fragmented, but he can barely tell that Triton sent him home, the suit jacket is put on the chair in front of the bed, the shirt and pants are wrinkled and crumpled by himself, It also has a strange taste left over from some drinks and snacks.

Frowning, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change into home clothes. Reid found a note on the bedside table and pressed it with his mobile phone.

——The food is in the refrigerator, the key and the bag are on the cabinet at the door, and have a good rest.

There is a small heart drawn at the end of the sentence, and the hastily painted black looks a little different and cute, which makes Reid's lips curl up.

After warming up the porridge left by Triton and sitting at the table for a brunch, Reid was satisfied to find that Triton hadn't touched anything. The book I was reading next was still lying on the carpet with the pillow, and the tall buildings of books arranged according to the year of birth and death of the author were also honestly standing on the coffee table in front of the sofa, no different from when he left.

His personal space is respected by Triton, and this recognition makes him feel very comfortable. He thinks maybe he can invite Triton to watch a movie at home next time.

That Doctor Who Christmas special they've been dating for a long time.

Thinking this way, Dr. Reid received a call from Triton, telling him with regret that he had to stay in Europe in the next ten days due to urgent matters.

This is not the point, the point is the long-winded "FBI agents who are out on duty should also pay attention to the importance and necessity of personal safety", the quotations made Reid have to swear that he will pay attention to safety. He readily agreed to rush to the front to risk his life. After all, with his current half-limping state, it is impossible to rush to the front.

After explaining everything that should be explained, Triton was reluctant to hang up the phone so quickly, so he chatted with Reid about some things, whether it was philosophical theories or chemical experiments, they always had something to talk about.

While talking, Reid heard the voice of passers-by over there, and the tone didn't sound like English, so he asked, "Are you not in the United States anymore?"

"Paris, France." Triton laughed, "the capital of romance."

"Then you left last night?" Reid calculated the flight time from the United States to France in his mind, and frowned slightly. According to the time, Triton should have rushed to catch the plane just after sending him home. "Have you had a good rest?"

"Don't worry, everything on the plane is still very complete." Triton said, turning his head to the side and yawning indistinctly. Of course, the Kraken, who was always black on the plane, didn't fly from the United States to France by plane. The international Floo network transmitted from the United States to France, the whole journey took less than 5 minutes, but the high-speed travel across half of the world made him still a little dizzy and sleepy, sitting on the street in France while waiting on the phone When someone came to pick him up, he calmly ignored the faint sights of pedestrians passing by.

As we mentioned before, the siren is born with a restless bitch face, long hair tied loose at the end and tied with a headband, and a light yellow casual suit He didn't look very serious, he faded away from the elegant and gentle disguise in front of Reid, and almost wrote the words "Please feel free to strike up a conversation" on his face, which naturally attracted countless provocative eyes.

On the left is a bar street, and on the right is a bustling commercial street. The location of the teleportation point across the Floo network in the French wizarding world is really ingenious—even if an old wizard wearing a wizard robe and talking nonsense for many years ran out to others He will only think that he is a drunkard who is drunk at a wizard-themed carnival night in some bar and will not be suspicious. Turning to the right is a commercial street where a wizard can be perfectly transformed into an ordinary person in an instant. One-stop service The Ministry of Magic staff are as ruthless as their profiteering colleagues in the United States, stripping every galleon in your pocket every minute.

But also, this kind of site selection also makes it possible that during the daytime on weekdays, there are people who hang out in the bar all night on the left side, and on the right side, there are mostly prodigal kids who don’t lack money, leisure, and fun. Triton sits in the middle, It touched the minds of most of the street.

This is by no means an exaggeration. Being able to have a romantic one-night stand with a man of this level is definitely a great thing that you are willing to pay for.

You said that this person is obviously already married?Come on, look at his face and you'll know it all.

It's just that there are too many competitors around, people dare not act rashly and make wedding clothes for others instead.

In such an atmosphere of stalemate, where eyes were fiercely confronting each other while trying to seduce, Triton finally finished the lingering phone call for nearly half an hour, and stuffed the phone into his pocket with unsatisfactory thoughts—it wasn’t that he couldn’t find a new one. The topic is chatting with Reid, but the year-round serial killers are working hard again.

So Dr. Reid, who is also on call, can only follow the loss of his rare vacation, hang up the phone of his lover, and rush to Quantico to work overtime with his head aching from hangover and his half-limped legs—— Luckily, Triton loaned out his own driver so he wouldn't have to use crutches to hail a taxi.

If only the wizard could create a universal wishing machine, he would make a wish that all the serial killers in the world would go to meet Satan. While thinking about it, Triton sent his address to the fellows who had already arrived here, telling them to remember to walk around here when they go out for a walk—the kraken’s cannibalistic instinct is enough to make them ignore the situation on the street the moment they meet Start a bloody battle, and by the way, sink the country into the sea and never float up again.

The small city of Paris has now gathered almost all the sea monsters that survived, and the power of all-out fighting can probably submerge this continent.

A row of luxury cars with special license plates slowly stopped in front of Triton, and bodyguards in black filed down and bowed respectfully, bowing their heads to greet the owner who had been away from this land for more than ten years.

"Welcome back, sir."