There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

Xia Mian has not been back to the United States for a long time.

This warm and cheerful country will always remind Xia Mian of when she first came to Brooklyn.

America is warm, and so is New York.

Street youths playing b-bx with speakers on the street, office workers in suits and leather shoes walking through the crowd with coffee, minors passing by occasionally riding bicycles and having fun with friends, the advertisements shown on high-rise buildings, although Compared with 20 years later, it still seems backward, but in this era, it is already at the forefront of technology.

Chinatown is located in the south of Manhattan, New York. Chinatown, which has just entered the booming period, is not only the residence of overseas Chinese, but also Chinese-style stalls and newspapers, various shops, silk sellers, antiques, and various Chinese gadgets. Yes, there are crowds of people, and the various dialects that echo in the air every day, entering here really feels like going back to my hometown.

Xia Mian's car was parked in front of an early shop, and she drove a black Ford, which was considered low-key.

"Boss, one soup bag, one fried, and a cup of soy milk."

Xia Mian bought a breakfast and walked to another street with the breakfast.

She easily merged with the atmosphere here, with black eyes, and even without a tour guide to take Xia Mian to play, she arrived in front of a small building without hindrance, went up to the fourth floor, took out the key and was about to open the door , But after thinking about it, I took back the key and chose to knock on the door.

The people in the house are still there.

"Who?"

"it's me."

The door opened, revealing a glamorous and cool face. She has big wavy wine red hair that grows below her shoulders. She saw that it was Xia Mian, so she put down the gun in her hand. She was very alert, and her eyes swept around the door. After confirming that there is no tail, let Xia Mian enter.

She seemed to have just taken a bath, and she still smelled of rose perfume.

Her hair is half wet and half dry. The house is simple, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. You can see the bed in the living room, which is neatly made. Obviously, she didn't come home last night, maybe she just came back in the morning.

"Bring you breakfast."

"anything else?"

Xia Mian paused, put the small black suitcase she was holding with the other hand on the table, opened it, the gun and bullets were neatly stacked in the groove, the black was shiny.

She knew at a glance that this was the latest firearm, and it hadn't been circulated on the black market, so it was hard to buy.

She leaned on the chair, raised her right leg, and wiped her hair with a towel.

Xia Mian sat across from her, allowing the woman in front of her to examine her from head to toe.

She couldn't see through Aestivation, and she couldn't even find any information about Aestivation. There were only the owners of 51 noodle restaurants around the world and the president of a chamber of commerce.

But it's different from her inability to see through summer sleep.

Xia Mian knew her very well.

Former Soviet agent, Natasha Romanov.

She met Xia Mian during a spy mission. At the reception, she stole the information of the mission target. Unfortunately, because of the wrong information provided to Natasha, she miscalculated the strength of the mission target. Xia Mian helped her.

She remembered aestivation.

The philanthropist who came to the reception had previously donated 500 million US dollars to UNICEF.

rich people.

But looking at it now, she is not just a rich person.

Xia Mian bent the corners of her lips, her smile was contagious, "Is there anything to see, aren't you hungry? After a night of tiredness, you will always be hungry, eat while it's hot."

Natasha: "It seems that you know a lot?"

Xia Mian: "It's not difficult to guess."

She is harmless to Natasha.

Natasha has keen observation skills, and she is the best at penetrating people's hearts. She can tell that Aestivation has no hostility towards her.

But years of secret service made her unable to trust anyone.

Even the aestivation that helped her.

However, Natasha still had breakfast, a Chinese breakfast, a very novel experience.

"This house is under my name, you can come and live anytime."

Xia Mian quietly watched Natasha eat the soup dumpling, narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw that Natasha took a bite of the soup dumpling as expected, the soup splashed on her face with a somewhat embarrassed expression, very cute.

Beauty is beautiful even if it is embarrassing.

In terms of appearance, Xia Mian takes Charles, and the second one is Natasha.

They are all people who can rely on their appearance to make a living, but rely on their strength.

"I won't be staying long."

Natasha said: "Anyway, thank you, and your weapon."

She will not ask where Aestivation got the new weapon, so far the situation is favorable for Natasha.

But she won't lose her guard either.

After all, Xia Mian's kindness came too suddenly.

She seemed to know Natasha, but Natasha never remembered her.

Do not……

Natasha fastened the button of her shirt with downcast eyes, her eyes were dark, that's not necessarily the case, her memory has been modified in the first place.

But is there anyone else in this world who can live as long as me?

Natasha looked at Xia Mian, who smiled politely, resting her chin, her dark eyes were shining with a gentle color.

Xia Mian is a very comfortable woman. She is different from Natasha's beauty. Xia Mian's face is easy to remind people of first love, beautiful and full of fantasy.

"Don't you have a job? Like your philanthropy."

Xia Mian was thoughtful: "This is not a job, it's just a hobby. I have a lawyer to help me deal with all this, but..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Mian's cell phone rang.

It's Maria.

She went abroad on a business trip a few days ago, but kept in touch with Xia Mian every day, which made that Mr. Howard full of jealousy towards this stranger, Xia Mian.

His wife and Xia Mian spend more time talking on the phone every day than his husband.

However, whenever Howard expresses dissatisfaction, Maria always yells at him: "Mian and I can talk about cosmetics, bags, clothes, new fashions, and stock market business management. What can you talk to me about?"

Straight man Howard Stark: "..."

I hate.

Howard had countless peach blossoms in the first half of his life and finally planted on Maria, and he had no refutation.

However, the conversation on the phone didn't take long. From Xia Mian's tone, it was not difficult for Maria to guess that she had a guest now. She was a smart and considerate woman.

"Go ahead, Mian, I'll trouble you about the speech at Tony's school."

Xia Mian: "...um."

Xia Mian hung up the phone, a little worried.

"Natasha, can I entrust you with something, such as going to the next genius lecture on new technology."

Natasha smiled: "Of course, what do I need to do?"

Natasha, a former Soviet agent, is good at killing people and stealing information, and is good at disguising

aestivation:……

She thought about it and felt that she was overqualified.

"Forget it, I'll go by myself, see you next time, Natasha."

I hope to see you next time, for Natasha's current dangerous situation.

However, Natasha's heart was full of twists and turns, and she didn't show anything on her face until the woman Xia Mian handed her a card from her bag.

"There is 100 million in it, not much, but it should be enough for your usual expenses. I know you are on the run recently. You are welcome. You will continue to live in the house. I will ask someone to erase your information, and no one will find you."

Natasha stared at the golden card and pursed her lips tightly. To be honest, it was not the first time she encountered this kind of scene, but it was the first time that the object was a woman.

Natasha was in a rare trance, and Xia Mian approached her slightly, her jet-black hair fell down to her chest, very smooth, spring was here, and her clothes were a little thinner, her snow-white collarbone was exposed in the air, very alluring.

She raised her hand and gently touched Natasha's face.

"Be happy, you are neither the first nor the last lonely person in this world."

Natasha: "..."

Xia Mian is gone.

However, it took a long time for Natasha to come back to her senses. There was no sign of the woman in front of her. There was only a half-eaten breakfast on the table and a half-drunk cup of tea on the opposite side.

There seemed to be the smell of Xia Mian's perfume in the air, and what she wore seemed to be Chanel No. 5 perfume.

Natasha has seduced many people in her life, but for the first time, she was seduced by a woman.

Xia Mian didn't know what Natasha was thinking, she left Chinatown, drove her low-key black Ford, and crossed continents to MIT.

The school the future Iron Man attended.

At the age of 15, he studied in the Department of Electrical Engineering of MIT, and will graduate at the age of 19 this year.

At the age of 17, he completed all the credits, and for the remaining two years, he used his IQ to break the college record and become a man of the school.

Aestivation listened to Maria nagging a lot about her son's waywardness.

But to sum it up: Genius is capricious capital.

When Xia Mian arrived at the academy, Tony’s speech had already ended, and Xia Mian could only catch up with the academy’s dinner party. Tony invited a guest, took down a bar, but with an unhappy face, opened several bottles of hundreds of thousands of wine, put Qian Dangjiu had hooked up with two school girls who were two years older than him, flirting with each other, and he caught a glimpse of the woman at the door of the bar by accident.

"Tony, who are you looking at?"

Tony said casually, "My mother."

"Your mother?!"

The school girl looked towards the door in surprise, but it wasn't Mrs. Stark who often went to newspapers with Mr. Stark, but a strange young woman, who was about the same age as them, but with a mature temperament, and she couldn't see through her smile. It means that you can't figure out your real age.

She kept her eyes fixed, ignoring the crazy dancers in the bar, and walked straight towards Tony.

"Go and play, it's boring."

Tony suddenly pushed the two junior girls away in a dispirited manner, took a sip of wine, listless, his big honey-colored eyes were covered with mist, and he was very lonely.

19 years old, somewhere between a teenager and a grown man.

He has not yet grown a mustache, his eyes have not yet had fine lines, his shoulders are young and thin, and he has not yet been able to shoulder the responsibility of the whole world.

This man, he's not Iron Man yet.

He was just a teenager named Tony who was feeling lonely by drinking because his family didn't come to his lectures.

Xia Mian went to the bar, ordered a glass of whiskey, but didn't drink it.

"Sorry, I'm late, I missed your speech, your mother is on a business trip abroad, let me come here for her, okay, Tony?"

Listening to the gentle whisper in his ear, Tony smiled suddenly, shaking the ice cubes in the glass in his hand, "Do you really not consider being my mother? I think you worry more than my mother."

aestivation:……

There was a lot of noise in the bar, and the Massachusetts students were quite happy when they went crazy.

But even so, they still heard a sudden loud noise.

The bartender at the bar was so frightened that he stood there with the bottle in his arms, not daring to move.

The genius of their college, the guy who usually speaks mercilessly and is more proud than a swan with his neck raised, was smashed on the bar counter by a smiling woman holding his neck.

The wine glasses and bottles on the bar were all thrown to the ground by Tony's sudden panic, and the movement was unusually loud.

Xia Mian looked weak and delicate, but she was quite strong, holding Tony with a kind smile.

"Come on, if you have the ability, call me and I'll listen. How about trying the food in the hospital?"

Suddenly I feel that Iron Man is still very good.

Emotional intelligence is something that really depends on the experience of time.