Marvel's princess becomes king

Not to be outdone, Bella lowered her eyes and looked at Natasha's bear socks: "They are very cute and suit you very well."

Someone flashed his little white teeth at her and held his hands in vain, as if he was ready to strangle her to death. She shook her shoulders to show that it didn't matter.

You can't see what's inside the abandoned waste barrel. It's viscous and green in color.

Taking samples and sending them to a laboratory in Phoenix for testing. As the town's police chief, Samantha could only do so much.

Leaving the remaining work to her deputy, Deputy Sheriff Pete, Samantha took Charlie and his daughter to a bar in the town to chat.

In the United States, 14-year-olds can wear makeup, 16-year-olds can date, and 18-year-olds can hold guns, but you need to be 21 to drink!

The two police chiefs were drinking and chatting, while the two beauties could only drink.

Natasha looked at her with a half-smile, meaning, look, you are actually treated the same as me.

A few of them chatted together, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

While talking, Samantha asked Bella about her studies in a stepmother-like tone: "How were Bella's grades in high school? Will it be stressful to get into Stanford?"

Bella is quite proud of her achievements. After all, she went to college in her previous life, and now she comes back to learn about this knowledge from American high schools? That's too simple.

"I did pretty well in my studies. They were all A's."

Natasha imitated Bella's tone and said in a long voice: "Yes, everything is A."

Samantha patted her daughter, and then said with a look of relief: "That's really good, better than Nata. This guy often gets messed up in exams. I don't even understand what she thinks. You are good friends. Keep an eye on her for me."

Bella looked cheerful, like an elder, and hugged the little beauty's shoulders: "I will urge Nata to study. You guys chat, we are going out first!"

Making light bulbs is really boring, so the two of you should leave quickly.

When they opened the door and walked out of the bar, they felt much more relaxed without the adults on both sides present.

"How dare you call me young!"

"How dare you laugh at my socks!?"

"Huh, I'm not as knowledgeable as a kid like you."

"I don't know who is younger!"

"This is the prosperous town you call! God! How prosperous is your town?" Bella complained, pointing to a half-human-tall cactus. This thing looked dry and lifeless at all.

"It was once prosperous."

"Then I called you before and asked you if you needed to dress up a bit, and you said yes! Now look, the townspeople look at me strangely. If I had known I would have changed my clothes!"

Natasha smiled so happily that she got another glare from Bella.

They walked out noisily, and saw a fair-skinned middle-aged man in front of them. He was dressed in a very ordinary plaid shirt, jeans and leather shoes. Whether in temperament or appearance, he did not look like a rich man.

"Hi, Nata." The middle-aged man said gently.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

The other party's eyes swept over Bella, as if wondering who this strange woman was, but he still nodded and left with a graceful smile.

"Is this the pretty boy you're talking about?" Bella asked in a low voice until the middle-aged man walked away.

"Yeah, it seems like it was my mother's first love. She couldn't survive in the big city and came back to look for my mother."

Bella turned around and took a closer look. This pretty boy's so-called mine at home couldn't be false, right? Judging from his appearance, he is just average to an average person, and his appearance cannot be said to overwhelm Charlie. For being able to give birth to a daughter like Bella, Charlie's appearance is not bad at all, and he looks more reliable and stable!

Bella still has confidence in her cheap biological father.

She wasn't worried about Charlie, nor was she worried about Samantha. She was worried about her clothes... She looked at the yellow sand on the roadside, and then at her high heels and short skirt. They were completely out of place. She was going back now. Is it still too late to change clothes in Phoenix City?

"Don't refuse! Quick, give me your car keys." Natasha stretched out a hand to her.

Considering that she had to use the car recently, Bella had already had an affair with Xiao. At this time, the pickup truck girl was very honest. Except for occasionally coming out for some fresh air at night, she spent the rest of the time sleeping.

Bella threw the keys to Natasha and sat in the passenger seat.

Natasha's talent is really powerful. The vehicle is extremely stable under her control, but she also drives extremely fast.

"How was this car modified? Is that Jacob still in Forks Town?"

Bella shook her head repeatedly: "No more, no more."

She secretly rejoiced that Jacob was walking. Otherwise, if the two of them met one day, she wouldn't be able to help him anymore?

On the road, I met several young men riding motorcycles. They shouted hello to Natasha, but they were overtaken by the little beauty who kicked the accelerator.

"Your boyfriend?"

"How is that possible? They are just a few young boys."

They circled the town and soon handed the pickup truck to Charlie. What results could the two of them drive? It's a complete waste. This kind of pretentious tool should still be given to those who need it.

Charlie happily drove Natasha around in the pickup truck.

"Let's ride a motorcycle? Can you ride one?" Natasha and Bella were requisitioned for transportation, and they couldn't walk, so the little beauty suggested riding a motorcycle.

Why do you all like riding motorcycles so much? Jacob is like this, Natasha is like this, and Captain America, Cyclops, and Wolverine who have never met are probably like this...

She didn't want to say that she didn't know how to do it, so she made an excuse: "I'm wearing high heels, are you telling me to ride a motorcycle?"

Natasha didn't think much about it: "Then I'll take you. There is a valley outside the town. I like to practice driving there the most."

Bella sat in the back seat, holding her arms around the little beauty's slim waist.

Five minutes after the motorcycle was driven out, she realized it.

"You did it on purpose! You must be jealous of my beauty!"

Bella's hair was blown to pieces, and it was useless to moisturize it after being exposed to the sun.

She expressed her dissatisfaction angrily.

"Isn't it the same for me? Experience the thrill of the adrenaline rush!" Natasha raised the speed of her motorcycle to the limit and rushed out of the town at lightning speed.

If Natasha's talent for driving a car is five, then her talent for driving a motorcycle, which is a bit wild, is ten!

The heat wave hit her face, and Bella felt the wind in her neck. The wheels rolled over the sand at high speed, and the yellow sand kicked up filled her shoes! In order to prevent herself from falling, she had to hug Natasha's waist tightly.

The girl's clothes were very short, and the skin on her arms and lower abdomen were close to each other, but she didn't feel anything strange at all, and the two of them rushed out of the town at lightning speed.