My wife's boyfriend is a BUG

Max was a little surprised when he heard his boyfriend's "um" and almost spit out beer.But she held back, she just wanted to complain, but Peter was here, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't say anything else in this situation, she felt that she should ask Barry to talk in private.

Boy friend?Hey, don't do that, lad.Everyone knows that this is just a joke, and it is said casually.But Barry's figure is really good, and she, the Brooklyn dating queen, can make him her best friend.However, it is impossible for a boy of unknown origin to be in the range of boyfriend's first choice.

Max thinks about his ex-boyfriend, a homeless guy who used to live in a trash can, and they were in love until he suddenly became a millionaire and they broke up.Does everyone like this look?Max hates the uncertain factors in his life. The unknown future is interesting, but most of the results are not very good.

"What are you trying to say, Max?" Barry asked, and Max looked at him and shook his head. "In fact, there are people other than us who are investigating this case. To put it more accurately, we just passed by here and learned about it by chance. If you can provide us with any useful information, then it's the best."

Barry explained to Peter and handed him the relevant documents.Peter looked at it very seriously, but he didn't know where he took out his notebook and pen and started to take notes.Max leaned over to look at his head, and he turned to the side unnaturally.

He drew a topographic map of the hotel and roughly marked the known surveillance cameras. There are no surveillance cameras near the elevator, only inside the elevator.The monitoring camera in the lobby has obvious visual blind spots. The hotel's problem with the elevator is that the internal wiring is damaged because the elevator is too old, and the repair time for maintenance personnel is within a few days.

"You know all the surveillance cameras here?" Barry asked in surprise.

"Anonymous heroes, it's always a little inconvenient." Peter nodded confidently, as if it was some particularly glorious event, he cleared his throat, and said seriously, "In fact, all the surveillance cameras in this place are placed and those surveillance cameras I know all about the visual blind spots, because this allows me to know how to avoid those surveillance cameras and change clothes casually."

"The kid is very knowledgeable," Max took a sip of beer, showed an encouraging expression, and raised a middle finger to him.After Barry saw it, he poked her beer bottle and shook his head, Max naturally replaced his middle finger with a thumb, "That's amazing, little drag hero, go publish more comic books. What do you think of the name "The Fruit Man in the Corner Where the Moonlight Can't Shine"? It suits you very well."

"This name is too long, and isn't it too Japanese?" Peter asked worriedly, "I think Americans prefer simple and rough names, you know, strong and impactful. When you see the name of the manga, click it It just attracted your attention. In fact, I have also considered my personal hero comics, do you think "Magic High School Student" and "Super Powers Fight Criminals" have more impact?"

"Hmm..." Max was rarely silent. She looked at Peter with a look of disbelief and said, "This is your imagination and naming ability? Please, you have to tell the world—'I am Spider-Man High school student'? Don't be like this, little fool, believe me this will never be a good thing. It's enough for you to start the live broadcast, although it's very interesting, do you want to try a few parkour live broadcasts? I I think the fans will definitely explode!"

"Are you sure? Actually, I've thought about it too. You know how popular Captain Steve and Mr. Stark's personal custom comics are, right? The names are simple and straightforward "Captain America" ​​and "Iron Man". God knows Mr. Stark The battle armor is not made of steel at all! Although I am not made of spiders, but there is a connection."

Peter spoke with enthusiasm, but Barry's expression was already very bad.

"Are you sure you want to continue this topic?" Barry asked, he pointed at Eliza, Max pretended to be innocent without any embarrassment, and Peter looked at the place with a confused expression. what are they doing.

"Stool?" Peter wondered.

"No," Barry scratched his hair angrily. He thought for a while, but didn't explain anything.Eliza sat on the stool quietly and obediently, looking at Barry, and Barry couldn't bear the sight of her.Compassion is overflowing, so to speak, and he doesn't deny it. "We've got to figure it out, Max, we should."

"Why? Why should we?" Max asked him, and she looked him straight in the eye.

Responsibility, my responsibility.

Barry kept repeating this sentence in his heart, and he was even a little desperate.Someone in his subconscious kept telling him it was his duty to help those in need, selfless heroism.

"What is your status, boy?"

"I..." Barry almost answered, his identity, his memory, and his reasons for helping others.Why?why?He couldn't remember.

Max didn't ask him compulsively, but patted his back with his hand, "It's okay," she sighed, "I'll always remember it, I don't even know what I'm doing. It's okay if I don't remember it, My mediocre little man has to give himself something to do. In the end, it's his own fault. Don't get me wrong, I mean myself."

"Max," Peter interrupted the sensational atmosphere between the two of them, "can I go back? I really have something to do."

"Then you've been chatting with me for so long," Max pointed to the door and made a gesture of letting go. Although not so gentlemanly and elegant, Peter applauded her, "Are you going to have a tryst with a little girl?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense!" Peter retracted his steps excitedly, Max noticed that his face was slightly red, "I'm really leaving, see you tomorrow."

"This is really a good boy," Max replied in disgust, "See you tomorrow."

"Why are you showing such an expression? It's not what I want to say, hello? This look is too strange." Max sipped his beer dissatisfiedly with his arms akimbo, "I'm going to take a shower, as for you... ...."

"You know it's confidential, right?"

Peter, who suddenly turned back, blinked at the window, and Max threw a slipper at him, "Slip away with your little IQ, kid. You broke my heroic dream, and now Tony Star Ke is the last consolation in my heart."

"Everybody loves Iron Man," Peter replied.

"Agree."