American Comics: I Am Tall, Rich And Handsome, But I Was Pushed Back By Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff lowered her head and led the way, and Byrne was in full swing.

Several men with suspicious movements appeared in his perception range.

Byrne stayed silent and followed Natasha Romanoff into an alley. He stepped aside.

With his back against the wall, there was a rush of footsteps approaching very quickly.

Five armed men wearing turbans and armed with old guns rushed into the alley!

Natasha Romanoff turned around and looked at the five people.

Byrne pulled out a dagger, held it in his backhand, and silently came behind the five people!

laugh!

The sharp dagger cut off a person's trachea with just one stroke.

One, two, three, four, five!

In a blink of an eye, the five militants covered their necks hard, but to no avail.

Look at the extra hundred points in balance.

Byrne closed the panel and looked forward to the harvest at Ten Rings headquarters.

Natasha Romanoff walked over and took the dagger out of his hand.

"What? Is it not possible anymore?"

A seductive voice sounded in Byrne's ears, distracting him.

"How do you know I can't do it?"

Byrne glared at her angrily, but Natasha Romanoff stepped forward and reached for his waist with a small hand.

"Do you want sister to check you out?"

Being interrupted by her, Byrne's anger surged downwards.

"Let's go, someone will be here soon!"

Byrne endured his anger and patted Natasha Romanoff's peach before walking forward.

Black widow watched his staggering steps as he walked closer and closer to him.

"Woman, you are playing with fire!"

Byrne looked askance at her.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Natasha Romanoff raised an eyebrow.

Byrne smiled, reached out with his hands, and hugged that exquisite waist.

His body moved towards her.

Bang bang!

After knocking off Byrne's restless hands with two slaps, Black Widow kicked Byrne in the calf.

Turn around and exit the alley from the other side!

But under the black gauze, her cheeks were already flushed without knowing it.

The two stopped talking and came to a dilapidated hotel in silence.

Natasha Romanoff went up to chat for a while, and the shop owner led the two of them through a small door.

The khaki courtyard and a well appeared in his eyes.

"This is a military stronghold, so it's fairly safe."

Natasha Romanoff took off her veil and filled herself with water to wipe away the dust.

Byrne sat aside, looking at the sky and scanning his surroundings.

"She treats us as husband and wife..."

When Byrne heard this, he looked at Natasha Romanoff and then at himself.

Natasha Romanoff didn't know why she said this, and the two fell into silence again.

Soon, Byrne took the towel, changed the water, and wiped the dust off his face.

…

In an unknown valley.

The leader led his men into Tony's workshop, roaring loudly.

Ethan translated with a solemn expression: "I thought you would work hard, but you failed me!"

"Tomorrow, I want to see the drawings of the Jellicoe missile!"

"Otherwise, you will go to hell!"

After saying that, the leader left the workshop angrily. Tony walked aside and took out a thick stack of drawings with a firm look in his eyes!

…

Shabby hotel.

Natasha Romanoff walked into Byrne's room and turned a blind eye to the weapons placed on his desk.

"I'm going to take a shower!"

Natasha Romanoff said seriously, and then the female shopkeeper and two girls walked in carrying iron buckets.

Steam spread everywhere, and Byrne's eyes flashed.

After the hot water was poured, the female shopkeeper looked at the two of them with a smile, took the tip from Natasha Romanoff, and walked out.

The chirping sounds of two girls entered the room.

Natasha Romanoff slowly took off her robe as if she was the only one in the room.

Showing her fair skin, her black underwear is very eye-catching under her white shirt.

Byrne sat on the bed and watched Natasha Romanoff turn around, and the two looked into each other's eyes.

He just felt that Natasha Romanoff's red hair looked like a ball of flame under the light.

And this ball of flame wants to wrap itself around.

"boy?"

In the silence, Natasha Romanoff's red lips were slightly opened, and Byrne looked at her with a half-smile.

"boy?"

Standing up, Byrne walked up to her, and just as he reached out, Natasha Romanoff grabbed his hand and unbuttoned a button on her shirt.

She knew that her current actions were not what a qualified agent should do.

But when you see Byrne's clear lines and plump pecs shaped like armor.

Neat and symmetrical eight-pack abs, as well as shark lines hidden in the trousers, and a sharp and explosive male waist.

Natasha Romanoff suddenly felt that, not to mention the mission, being able to play poker with such a handsome guy did not seem to be a loss at all.

The fingertips tapped Byrne's chest, and Byrne faced Natasha Romanoff's flaming red lips.

He still stretched out his hand to block her, not to mention that Natasha Romanoff had an ulterior motive for doing so.

The mere fact that his brother was not out of danger made Byrne in no mood to continue.

"not the right time yet."

Hearing Byrne's dry voice, Natasha Romanoff reluctantly increased her strength and tried to push him backwards, but Byrne picked her up and threw him into the tub.

Natasha Romanoff, who knew why Byrne refused, not only wasn't angry but gave him a high look.

It seems that Byrne Stark, who was raised by Tony Stark, a prodigal son, is unexpectedly innocent and responsible.

She originally thought that with such a face and such a wealthy family, Byrne Stark would still be considered an amorous boy, even if he was not as sentimental as Tony Stark.

But Byrne's behavior made her feel like she couldn't stop.

Natasha Romanoff didn't continue to act like a monster. After washing her carefully, she got into bed.

Leaning against Byrne, my heart started to itch.

He stretched out a small hand to tease Byrne, trying to see if he could bear it.

Suddenly, Natasha Romanoff retracted her little hand, turned her back, and started playing back-to-back with Byrne.

Byrne was left trying to calm his temper.