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The adults had some work to do, and Dolores rushed upstairs quickly.

Peter followed her into the room.

It was the first time she ran to a nightclub with an adult on her back, but she got off to a bad start, not to mention being caught on the spot, and even met a lunatic from the migratory bird organization...

She thought of Elson again, this person is too weird, he ran out today and said he wanted to catch her, it might as well be that he sent information, for the first time, they had a little clue about the migratory bird organization, so it wouldn't be like before Completely blinded.

And they are very likely to reach the sky in one step and directly break the nest of migratory birds...

This is really a surprise, she even finds Elson likable, God, if all the bad guys are like him, she can get a lot of precious information without doing anything or saying, that would be too much alright.

She thought of Hydra again.

Hearing that people from Hydra and Migratory Birds had come together, she thought it was really bad news, but she didn't think they would lose.

How could the Avengers lose?

Dolores thought with pride, although this is a crisis, she fully believes that they will win this time, just like the New York War that she has not participated in before...

Van Gogh let out an uneasy growl, arched his big head, and sniffed at her neck and chest, almost knocking her down.

"Ouch--"

She gently raised her hand and stroked his head twice, then pushed him away, and said with a smile: "Stop making trouble... I'm really fine."

After finishing speaking, she touched her neck subconsciously, only to find nothing: "Oops!"

Tricia's mother gave her a meeting gift, the necklace is gone!

Frustration immediately appeared on her face, and Peter asked, "What's the matter?"

"I lost a necklace. It was a gift from Mrs. Pombo."

Peter didn't know who it was at all, and his face was blank. Dolores sighed: "It's Tricia's mother, she is very powerful."

Peter knew nothing about Mrs. Pangbo, who was well-known among the high-ranking socialites, but he nodded accordingly.

He was still wearing a battle uniform, with a mask in his hand, brown curly hair on his head, and the backpack he just carried was casually thrown at his feet.

He doesn't want to go out.

Peter should have gone back to his room to wash up now. He spent a whole day in the laboratory with Dr. Tony Banner's attention. Some, Peter also saw it, so he basically followed closely with all his heart, listened to every word they had to say, absorbed everything they wanted him to learn like a sponge, and kept his brain running at high speed all day status.

However, he still can't keep up with the thinking of these two geniuses. Although Peter has a high IQ at his age and can be called a genius, the gap between geniuses and geniuses cannot be caught up in a day. In fact most of the time he didn't think he understood the conversation between Tony and Banner.

When the research came to an end, they received a crisis signal from Dolores.

He was almost the first one to rush back to the room to put on the battle uniform, and subconsciously thought of the possibility that Dolores might not have brought his own battle uniform, so he went to her room to help her get it.

Thinking about it now, did he see the underwear in the drawer when he opened her closet...

Peter pretended that he had forgotten that in the backpack at his feet were Dolores's changed clothes, the champagne pink, sparkly halter skirt, and the small high heels.

How thin and short is that skirt?

Peter had no doubts that he could wrap the whole dress in one hand and hold it in the palm of his hand.

She didn't wear this when she went out this morning...

As he was thinking, he leaned over and scratched the chin of the extraordinarily agitated Van Gogh, so that his behavior in her room now was not so abrupt.

Dolores really didn't realize this, Peter slowly leaned against the edge of the table, held Van Gogh by his side, and stroked his head and neck with his hands.

"Why do you go to a bar?"

Dolores didn’t feel as guilty towards him as she did towards Tony towards the captain. She scratched her hair, looked at the screen with Peter’s mobile phone, looked up and said, “Ah, I just went to see the new one with Ellie and the others. , I also saw Johnny and Edward, oh! And that Melissa, that Disney star who just won the Teen Favorite Actress award."

There was a little joy in her tone: "Tricia introduced me to them, they are all very interesting."

A notification sound popped up on Peter's phone, and she immediately looked down. After staring at the screen for a few seconds, a sense of relief appeared on her face.

Peter asked, "Is that Ellie?"

He knew that Dolores's cell phone had been damaged in the battle, and both Ellie and Tricia had gone to the hospital. Dolores couldn't visit them directly, so she had to use his cell phone to contact them.

"Ellie's awake, she's fine."

Dolores handed the phone back to Peter, who took a look at it.

Peter: I'm Dolly, are you all okay? ?Is Tricia awake?

Dolores sent it on the fighter plane just now, and Ellie only replied now.

Ellie: I fainted for a while, maybe due to lack of energy, just arrived at the hospital, Johnny and the others are there, I'm fine, but Tricia fainted just like those people.

peter: how is it? !Will it be okay? !

Ellie: Don't worry, everything is fine, there are people from S.H.I.E.L.D., they say this is just a different kind of neurotoxin, it's under control, and they're all going to be fine.

Peter: Oh... well, I'll go and see Tricia when she wakes up.

Ellie: Don't worry about this, let me talk to her first, maybe she will understand you, don't worry, go to rest.

Peter: OK, I will contact you tomorrow.

He looked at ten lines at a glance, and raised his head: "What's wrong with Tricia?"

Seeing Dolores' expression, Peter looked up at him hesitantly with a complicated expression, "Well...she saw me, I mean, she knew I was a witch D gone."

Peter was dumbfounded. He never expected this, and stammered, "Ah? How, how?"

Dolores sighed heavily and said: "In short, she and Ellie didn't go out for some reason, and were seen hiding at the bar, and then the mage attacked us, and Tricia blocked me from the venom thrown out by the monster , and so it turned out.”

Peter was silent for a moment: "...It's not your fault either."

Dolores bit her lip, she didn't want to blame the two of them for running back, but worried about another thing: "She knows now."

She was dignified and frustrated: "I...I lied to her."

Peter paused, stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said gently, "I don't think she will blame you. You have to hide this matter, and she will understand."

Dolores sighed: "She even saved me."

She hid her real identity from her friends, and lied to her face, yet Tricia fended off an injury for her.

She is very worried about how to face her now.

The scene might be embarrassing.

Peter smiled at her: "Don't think about it."

She looked up to meet his gaze, and only then did she notice that Peter looked a little tired.

He rarely showed this look, as if he had gone through a heavy workload, although he still looked like this, but there was a trace of tiredness in the corners of his eyes and brows.

But before he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see it at all from his movements.

She remembered that he must have spent a day in the laboratory, no wonder.

But his eyes were still clear, warm brown, staring at her with a smile and even a hint of tolerance: "If I were her, I wouldn't blame you."

"oh oh."

Dolores blinked her eyes, looked away a little uncomfortably, and quickly looked back: "Are you...are you tired today? Have you made any progress?"

Peter smiled a little shyly, this smile immediately made Dolores even more embarrassed, staring at his face with her heart beating endlessly.

Alas... she suddenly realized that Peter's smile looked so good in the warm bright light of her bedroom.

He scratched the back of his head: "No, we tried many methods to analyze the power in the migratory bird's staff, but as time went by, the main spar on it slowly turned gray, as if it had turned gray. Ordinary gems."

He regrets deeply: "I....I couldn't be of much help either."

"Fortunately, you brought another one back tonight."

Peter suddenly smiled at her, his eyes sparkling, causing her to avoid his sight in a hurry: "Ah...that's great."

Dolores felt that her face was about to burn.

She backed a little involuntarily, subconsciously avoiding the reason why she blushed uncomfortably.

What are you doing! !

It was obviously fine, but suddenly the atmosphere was filled with embarrassment and uneasiness.

Van Gogh sat down on the carpet, and the strange reaction just now gradually disappeared, because he seemed to be used to the strange aura on Dolores.

He looked at this and that, looking interested, with his fluffy tail swinging leisurely behind him.

He didn't understand why the eyes of these two people were hiding in the air, as if it was an interesting chasing game, and he also keenly discovered that in this different atmosphere, both of their ears were red, Gradually there is a tendency to spread towards the face.

Why don't you talk? !

He stuck his head between them in dissatisfaction and knocked them apart.

The distance between Dolores and Peter was neither too far nor too close, and the tens of seconds of silence caused the different atmosphere in the air to slowly ferment in another direction, producing a sour and sweet smell.

Weird.

Van Gogh thought.

They weren't like this before.

This beautiful and secretive atmosphere was immediately overwhelmed by Van Gogh.

Peter blushed belatedly. Luckily, Dolores quickly lowered her head and walked to the side of the bed looking left and right. It seemed that the tassels on the brown-red velvet bed curtain had aroused great curiosity, and seemed to be hesitating to ask for help. Don't go to the bathroom a few meters away.

Peter immediately said, "I, I'm going back to my room, ahem."

He was thankful that Dolores didn't look at him, she seemed to run away, picked up the backpack in a panic, and walked to the balcony.

Dolores chased his back from the corner of her eyes, and immediately took a step unconsciously: "Oh——"

It was dark outside, and the lights in the room shone out, casting a limited glow on the balcony.

With a flick of his hand, Peter aimed at the balcony of his dark room, and the backpack was immediately mercilessly thrown onto the balcony floor four meters away.

He had already stood on the stone pillar fence of the balcony.

Peter's face and chest were well hidden in the shadows, which made him dare to turn his head.

Dolores chased her out and stood on the balcony: "Why don't you go through the door?"

Her blond hair hung down, and the light and shadow obscured her face, only the raised eyes shone like stars shyly.

The organ in Peter's chest started beating crazily only after she took a look at it, rumbling so loudly that he even felt that his stomach might be burst, and then his heart would jump out of his throat, Following her heart, she jumped directly into Dolores' arms.

He suddenly doubted his eyesight, did he really see the delicate rose-like color on the girl's face.

Peter always felt that the corners of his mouth were involuntarily running up, and he would show a silly smile at any time.

He had nothing to say, he just sighed again and again in his heart:

Omg.

God.

The garden downstairs is quietly shaking the tree shadows, the cold night wind blows over his hot cheeks and lips, and there are stars in the sky.

This is Peter's perfect night.

Mainly because the person he likes is standing in front of him.

Just looking at her face, he felt as if he was floating.

Dolores never heard Peter's reply because he kept staring at her.

So she blushed even more, and afraid that he would see her, she turned her body a little bit, her back turned to the light from the room, covering herself in the shadows.

Peter still didn't say anything, and she found the situation so intense that she couldn't stand it.

"Ok."

Dolores pretended to have a normal tone, but everyone could tell that her ending was involuntarily floating upwards, a little trembling, and her voice was unusually soft.

"Then you go back from here."

Peter pursed his lips, feeling that he was about to fall from a dizziness, so he supported the wall next to him, and while he still had the strength to walk, he flipped back nimbly and handsomely, and landed there lightly and silently. On the balcony fence next to him, he couldn't help replaying his actions just now in his mind.

Well, vigorous and neat, it should look good on the ground.

So he kept squatting on the fence and raised his head.

Dolores subconsciously took a few quick steps towards him, but she seemed to realize something, and paused reservedly and hesitantly by the fence, and put her hands on the fence pretending to be calm.

"Good night."

Peter didn't think he was sleepy at all, he just wanted to jump directly downstairs, and then ran to the hillside over there, running wildly in the night, while rolling and screaming all over the floor.

Dolly might like him.

No, she sure liked him.

Wait, maybe he was wrong.

Oh, and a girl who blushes doesn't necessarily mean she likes you.

But just now he could clearly feel that the two of them were very different.

When Peter thought of every minute and every second of eye contact between the two of them just now, he wanted to fly off in place.

It's a pity that this is not the center of New York, otherwise he would be able to vent his current mood among the buildings, whistling like Tarzan with his spider's silk.

But he can neither run to the hillside to have fun, nor has a building for him to swing around.

Peter could only take advantage of the night to press his lips together in the dark to keep himself from laughing.

Then he looked at Dolores suspiciously.

"Good night."

He tried his best to calm down his tone.

Dolores also looked calm.

She waved her hand, then turned and went back to the room.

Peter felt flustered again.

Am I thinking too much?

But still very happy.

He turned around calmly and went back to the room, kicked the backpack into the room, shot out spider webs, and turned on the switch at the other end of the room.

Next door came the sound of Van Gogh meowing.

Peter finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He grinned from the corner of his mouth with a smile he had suppressed for a long time, showing a mouthful of white teeth, jumped up and down a few times excitedly, clenched his fists and waved wildly.

Both windows were lit, and the balcony door was wide open, like two tiny TV windows in which the two room occupants were mad at each other across the wall.

In Dolores' room, she kept throwing herself on Van Gogh, rubbing and biting, crawling up to him with hands and feet, screaming silently like a little madman, causing Van Gogh's eyes to widen in fright. Dodging around in surprise, he played a chasing battle with her on the carpet.

She felt that she might be going crazy, and she didn't dare to cry out.

However, in the next door, Peter didn't have Van Gogh yet, so he could only vent on his own, making cobwebs all over the room, crawling up and down on the ceiling, wishing he could roll all over the floor.

Peter also thought he was going crazy.

Their minds are full of each other's faces, but they only dare to get excited quietly in their own room.

OMG! !