Marvel: My Armor of Light and Shadow

"We're here, come up right away! Who knew there would be a traffic jam on Thanksgiving!"

The white Mercedes-Benz CLS was parked downstairs in Gwen's building. Charlotte hung up the phone and ran inside with the gift.

"Ding dong... ding dong..."

Gwen opened the door and welcomed Charlotte in.

Their family is not small. After all, George is the chief of the New York Police Department, and there are many people in the family, so naturally it cannot be too small.

The whole house is decorated in a modern European style. It has neither the dullness and gloominess of the classical style nor the deserted loneliness of the simple style. Instead, it has the elegance and freshness of both.

Under the warm yellow light, the aroma of the food wafts into the nostrils, making the room look warm and full of life.

Stacy and her family were all sitting at the dining table in formal attire, waiting for Charlotte. Everyone else was fine, after all, it was not a few minutes late.

George sat on the main seat with his hands folded, his old face elongated. Charlotte didn't care about his reaction, but kissed Gwen under his gaze.

"I'm sorry for being late. The road is really busy today."

Glancing at Qiao Zhe's ugly face, Charlotte smiled and handed the souvenir to Gwen's mother, Helen Stacy.

Helen also smiled and put the gift aside. She seemed quite satisfied with her daughter's boyfriend: "Just come, I'll wait for you! Go wash your hands and eat!"

After Charlotte washed her hands, she sat between Gwen's two brothers, with Foster sandwiched between him and Gwen.

No need to think about it, it must have been arranged by George.

Charlotte rubbed Foster's head vigorously: "Good evening, little light bulb!"

Foster had his hair straightened, and his little face was full of helplessness. He rolled his eyes and complained like an adult: "I can't help it, the light bulb was installed by someone!"

On the table are the familiar Thanksgiving three-piece set of turkey, cornbread, pumpkin pie, lemon sea bass, cranberry jelly, etc.

After everyone sat down, Helen smiled and said: "George, you carve the turkey!"

The task of dividing the turkey at Thanksgiving is usually done by the head of the family.

"Okay, kids! You can start eating!"

After dividing the turkey, which weighed more than ten kilograms, George sat back in his seat with a smile and announced.Even if he didn't want to see Charlotte, he didn't continue to keep a straight face. After all, it was a holiday.

The warm yellow light is very bright, the aroma of food fills the whole room, and the sound of knives and forks hitting plates can be heard from time to time on the dining table. Although it is quiet, it is very heart-warming.

This is much better than eating cheeseburgers and donuts with Tony!

Nine-year-old Sirk took a bite of turkey and looked up at George: "Dad, do you know about Spider-Man who appeared recently?"

There was a slight change in George's face. Being able to talk about work in front of his family obviously made this middle-aged man feel very accomplished: "Of course I know, he is another idle and boring guy. Like Yanlong, he is a dangerous person. We'll catch him sooner or later."

"Ha ha……"

George glanced at Charlotte and ignored him, and then explained to his son: "Both of them like to go out in the dark and attack citizens. Spider-Man is okay, he just lets the police deal with the attacks and kidnappings. But a large number of people attacked by Yanlong are Inexplicably missing..."

"Ha ha……"

Gwen frowned, and kicked Charlotte hard with Foster's long legs wrapped in black pantyhose, so that he didn't dare to continue acting like a monster.

Helen smiled and tried to chat with Charlotte, and began to change the topic to what she was interested in. She found this boy very interesting: "Jack, Gwen said you are from China?"

Charlotte took a bite of the turkey butt served by the old man. It tasted okay: "Yes, I am an international student from China."

"Still a lawless rich kid."

George, who had just been messed up by Charlotte, was obviously a little annoyed. He added with a straight face: "I got into a fight on the first day of school and got Gwen involved!"

Of course Charlotte knew that this was the most fundamental reason why George hated her.But he wasn't going to explain that watching an old guy sulk was indeed a nice experience.

He smiled: "I really shouldn't have done this at the time, but it was only because of that fight that Gwen and I got together."

As he spoke, his greasy mouth went over Foster's head and tapped Gwen's face again.

Then he lowered his head and started eating under the surprised and unhappy eyes of everyone.

Helen eased her astonishment for a moment, and then asked softly and kindly: "Then what are your plans in the future? What will you do after graduation? Will you go back to China or stay here?"

This time, even Gwen, who was immersed in eating, couldn't help but raise her ears and listen.

George shook the fork in his hand slightly and began to analyze Charlotte's future: "He... inherited the family business, committed mischief, then went to jail, and then fell into my hands..."

Helen glanced at him hard, and George quickly shut up.

Charlotte ignored George and thought for a moment with her head held high: "I probably won't be returning to China for a short period of time. If I return, I should wait until Thanos is killed or the level is maxed out..."

With that said, he tried to cross Foster again, but was blocked by Gwen.

After Gwen blocked him, she stood up and walked towards the rooftop with an expressionless face. She looked back at Charlotte and said, "Come here."

After Charlotte followed Gwen, Helen also stood up and looked at George: "I have something to discuss with you!"

With that said, he led the people towards the bedroom.

There were only three little boys left on the dining table, covering their ears and grinning.

……

Charlotte followed Gwen to the rooftop. The height of the 20th floor made the wind even more biting, and already had a bit of a biting meaning.

Charlotte, who was suddenly separated from the heating supply in the room, felt a little uncomfortable. As the owner of the fire armor, he was very sensitive to temperature changes.

Gwen stopped by the railing of the rooftop. She turned around and looked at Charlotte, crossing her arms: "Come here."

His girlfriend is unhappy, what can Charlotte do?He could only walk to Gwen aggrievedly.

As soon as Charlotte got close, Gwen grabbed Charlotte's ears, forcing him to bend down and look at her. She raised her head slightly, her face expressionless and her voice cold: "What are you going to do?!"

"What did I do? I'm obviously your father...it hurts...it hurts..."

Charlotte said, and the force from the cold hands on his ears made him beg for mercy again and again: "I was wrong! I shouldn't ruin the atmosphere of Thanksgiving, and I shouldn't talk nonsense..."

Gwen let go of her hand and grabbed his tie. There was still no unnecessary expression on her face: "You shouldn't kiss me without my consent. You shouldn't..."

She didn't realize that this position was no different from being held in her arms.

Charlotte sniffed the sweet scent exuding from Gwen. His palms unconsciously placed on Gwen's waist, and then suddenly with a strong force, Gwen fell into his arms.

He bent down slightly and rested his forehead on Gwen's forehead. His four eyes looked at each other quietly, and their hot breath hit each other's faces.

Gwen stopped Charlotte's mischievous hand, her eyes were covered with mist, and her voice was hoarse and trembling: "Do you like my domineering look?"

"I like all of them……"

Before Gwen could answer, her lips were caught. Gwen suddenly lost her strength and fell into Charlotte's arms, and the hand holding Charlotte back also lost strength.

"Gwen..."