My wife's boyfriend is a BUG

Max woke up in the hospital, her eyes hurting from the white sheets. She thought about why Caroline had changed her sheets and was interrupted by the pain in her calf.She belatedly discovered that she was no longer in Brooklyn.

"Max, Max! Are you awake? Dean! Come on Dean."

The child was so excited that Max watched him make some funny moves with amused expression.Dean next to him was studying some brochure. He paid part of the surgery fee to Max, but Peter couldn't get that much together. This hospital is terribly black-hearted.

Dean put down the things in his hands and walked towards Max. He seemed to be in a good mood. Max liked his face, and she liked beautiful and cute big boys.

"How do you feel?" The ordinary greeting, he put two pillows behind Max, and then sat him up, so it might be more comfortable, "The doctor has taken the bullet out, you almost Bleeding to death, if Peter didn't make it, God. Fuck Satanism, I should have let you go down first."

"But the situation won't be much better than it is now. Have you kept someone to watch Barry? Sleeping Beauty doesn't have a thorn forest around now, and he's in the witch's house." Max can still joke, "I In fact, there is no big problem, look, isn't it very good now?"

"We left Sam there to see him first, and it's not a big problem, but maybe Sleeping Beauty needs some poisonous prince to wake him up, although we don't know why yet." Dean answered honestly, yes, They drove Sam away without hesitation at the time, although Sam wanted to change and stay here with Peter at the time, because according to Peter's look back, Barry definitely didn't change his clothes.

He would rather sit in the damp basement and watch his dad with no clothes on than to face Barry's pure body. He has been misunderstood by many people as gay?Could it be because of these hairs that he and Dean are brothers rather than a husband and wife.

"If you are interested, you can tell me something that I don't know, because your expression is hard to describe. If you don't think that you slept in the same bed with your younger brothers last night, or because you have no money to go to the hospital, you cry poorly. You Which one to choose? Can you start telling me the story?"

Max didn't want to know their psychological process, and Peter seemed to hold back a lot of words to say.In her memory, she made a phone call to Peter and then passed out, and Barry was next to her with his breasts exposed. What can everyone think of with so much blood on the bed?Running out of energy, hey?please.

Think about the reputation of that guy.

"But Max, maybe..." Peter's small eyes were full of curiosity, like a kitten blinking, saying 'tell me, hurry up', although soft and cute , but now is clearly not the time.

"Mr. Parker." Max waved his finger in front of him, then pointed at Dean, "This is not a question session, so there are no buts and maybes, including all interrogative sentences. Dean, sir, you are already a person who can help Someone else's grown-up. Remember that."

Peter left in frustration, while Dean appeared reluctantly. Max waved his hand and pointed in the direction of the hotel. Dean suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, "At that time..."

"Stop it, Dean." Max glared at him. "How are you doing?"

"Well, it's actually not bad." Dean replied, and he sorted out the things on the table, a few black and white photos and old newspapers, recording the disappearances of Zanesville, big and small, and yesterday's fire, " That is a Satanist, obviously he is not what we expected, I should check the terrain after I go down, or we were wrong at the beginning, every step we take after leaving the hotel may be under their surveillance Down."

Dean handed the newspaper to Max, and continued, "The police are always unreliable. Where did they find nearly a hundred corpses, but they didn't find a way to contact the families of those people in time to claim the corpses. Maybe DNA is better than that." Right? It’s too difficult? Those who disappeared over the years have been named, and some have been buried formally. They are indeed dead, but Max, this is not something we should worry about. The Satanist archbishop was caught, but He committed suicide, and the believers under him are locked in the police station. They don't know anything, they only know where they shouldn't be looking for the Son of Satan. They are all lunatics, thinking that the Son of Satan will lead them to a new life."

"It sounds like all the time has come to an end, doesn't it?" Max grabbed the newspaper and looked at it. There was a picture on it. Max remembered Barry again. She sighed, it was an involuntary behavior.She is not like this usually, a smile should be her trademark.

"Yes, Max. We're leaving. Bobby has found some traces of our father. If you happen to be going to New Orleans, maybe you can sort out the rest of the matter."

Dean took a wheelchair from the door. Peter didn't know what he was talking to the old man in the next bed. He was talking and looking mysterious.He can chat with anyone and is full of intimacy.Dean lifted Max off the hospital bed and into the wheelchair.

He pushed Max, looked at Peter, and said, "That's when Sam called the police and he said this place was on fire and you had to come over, and the cops didn't really care what the fire was like or what block it was , kept asking who Sam was, he talked for a long time, had to hang up, went to the phone booth on the side of the road and said 'hey bro, come here, I'm the police', and then they came. Driving a car, eating Greasy hamburger, watch where the smoke is coming out and call again."

Dean imitated Sam very much, his natural brother?Max looked at him and smiled, his leg didn't hurt as much as it did at first, and what Dean said wasn't so funny.He pulled Peter back from the old man, and then handed Max into his hands as if it was a big deal, "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures, are you okay this time, little spider?"

Peter was a little nervous when he said that. He glanced at Max guiltily and nodded, "There shouldn't be any problems in the first place, I'm sorry."

"Children always have the opportunity to make mistakes," Max smiled indifferently. She has always been very tolerant to these children. Mistakes often occur, and now there are no too bad consequences, which is another good start.Max wouldn't say those things to him, she wouldn't preach to Peter, it's not her style, so Max just reminded a little bit, "Correct it, better protect the city, my little superhero, New York needs you .”

Max loves the cold city of New York.

Peter's mood was not as good as before, Max could feel his depression, she patted his hand pushing the wheelchair, and showed him the same sly and somewhat comforting smile.Peter struggled for a long time, but also smiled at her.

"Although I don't like people saying that, it might not matter so much if it's yours. Like you were in Brooklyn before, you know, I'm not a kid anymore, Max."

"Do you want to show your muscles again to prove your strength?"

Peter explained to Max, Max twisted his body, and poked his muscles viciously, Peter moved to the side itchingly, but Max chased after him, causing Peter to relax his vigilance for a moment and just go Pushing forward, and at that moment they almost hit the wall.

"Oh! Peter!"

When Dean came back and saw this scene, Peter hurriedly straightened Max's wheelchair as if nothing had happened, and Max pretended to be doing nothing, whistling somewhere, and then continued to pretend to look at Dean very carelessly, "Ah ,You're back?"

"Do you have to look at acting?!" Dean took Max over from Peter. Peter was a little dissatisfied. This was originally his job. Doing something will make people feel less guilty, just so.Dean was very clear about his little thought, "That's a point, Peter. And Max, don't poke me, do you want to keep hitting the wall? We're almost at the elevator, and you two really Still can't be together."

"Max wants Peter, Max wants Peter, oh Dean, Max wants a superhero!"

Max pretended to be pitiful and blinked at Dean, talking about his current needs in the way of a Japanese heroine.Peter trembled, and Dean seemed to like it very much. He looked at Max who kept blinking like his eyes were twitching, and then at Peter who was pretending to be well-behaved.

"Sure enough, the two of you have nothing to do." He sighed and handed Max to Peter.

"yeah!"

"yeah!"

Peter and Max high-five, and he pushes her into the elevator.There were not many people in the hospital at this time, and they went out quickly. Max felt that the feeling of being pushed was quite good, and it was a rare sense of tranquility at this time.As soon as she looked up, she could see Peter's innocent and joyful smile. Happiness seemed so simple.

Dean always looked out of place, but he was more reliable than anyone else at critical moments. Max looked at his jacket. It was a little dirty and old, but it was better than the cheap suit they wore that day.Badly fitting suits and poor tie-tying skills, walking around with a gun and saying, 'Hey, hello, I'm the police', or what investigator?who cares.

A bunch of brothers who are always mistaken for being gay, and a high school student who doesn't look like a superhero at all.Although I almost fell to my death these few days and almost lost blood and went into shock, it seems to be quite interesting.

And Barry, her minibus.

Max lowered his eyes and sighed softly in a voice that no one could hear.