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Dolores breathed a sigh of relief after returning to her room.

Anyway, she always felt a little uncomfortable when faced with that kind of scene. Mars was her uncle, but I am afraid that if they saw him again in the future, their identities and positions would be completely different.

She was a little worried that everyone would interfere with what they should do because of her.

She hugged Van Gogh thoughtfully and stroked him gently.

Should she avoid it?Or take the initiative?

She shook her head in distress, drove all these things out of her mind, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When she came out wiping her wet hair, she couldn't help but relax.

Maybe it's time to stop thinking about those things.

At least until after Christmas?

She sat down at the dressing table and picked up the hairdryer.

"Meow!—"

Van Gogh opened the window of the balcony and went outside. There was snow floating outside, and he stuck out his tongue excitedly to catch the pure white snow particles falling from the sky.

Dolores shivered: "Van Gogh, the cold air is blowing in, close the windows."

Van Gogh turned his head and yelled at her, then suddenly looked to the next door.

Peter's figure suddenly appeared on the balcony, and he just jumped over in a sweater and slippers.

He hugged his arms and rubbed them, looked at the surprised Dolores and smiled: "Hey."

Dolores immediately put down the hair dryer and stood up: "Why are you here?"

He stepped into the house and Peter closed the window after Van Gogh entered.

"Oh, it's still warm in the room."

He shook his head, shaking off a small snowflake, and Dolores laughed: "You shouldn't go outside when you're dressed like this."

She bit her lip: "Why don't you come in through the door?"

Peter shrugged and looked up at her: "Uh, I wanted to see if you had a rest. I think Van Gogh is outside."

He suddenly cleared his throat: "They're checking the clues you brought back below, so I'll come up."

"Oh fine."

Dolores sat back in front of the dressing table again, pulling the towel on her shoulders and wiping the ends of her hair time after time.

Van Gogh sprawled on the floor and began biting a takraw ball the size of a rugby football.

Peter saw her drooping eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, he exhaled quietly, and sat back on the single sofa by the table.

"So... where were you yesterday?"

Dolores looked up at him from the mirror: "Me? It's nothing, it's just that the mission is over, the FBI people came to take over, and I asked them to send me to the mansion. I wanted to come back, but it's almost Christmas , Ellie and I haven't seen each other for a long time, so I went to meet her."

She picked up the hair dryer again, smiled at Peter in the mirror, and shrugged: "It turned out that she was working, and my mobile phone was dead, so I waited for her to come back at her door, and fell asleep accidentally .”

The warm hot wind blew through her hair, and Dolores sighed: "It was dark at that time, so I just slept at her house for one night, fortunately I went, otherwise I will see her next time It will be next month. She is currently filming Tricia's mv, and she will be flying back and forth between many countries, she is very busy."

Peter's fingers on the armrest lightly stroked the smooth patterns on it, watching her keep talking with a smile.

"Sometimes I really wonder where she has the time to be busy with so many things? Fitness, beauty, work, she also learns Chinese and Spanish by herself in her spare time, oh! She also has to chat with you every day, or with other people chat."

Dolores' blond hair gradually dried under the blowing of the warm wind, and it fell messily on her shoulders.

She turned off the hairdryer, looked in the mirror, shook her head and sighed: "Sometimes I'm really proud of her."

Peter nodded: "I think she is the same."

Dolores turned her head: "Are you proud of me?"

She suddenly grinned: "That's right."

Peter looked at her, the corners of his mouth pursed into an arc, and she felt embarrassed instead.

"Anyway, she will spend Christmas on the plane and in the hotel tomorrow, and I have to send her presents to Iceland."

Dolores stood up, opened the wardrobe door, and took out several gift bags, which contained at least a dozen carefully wrapped gift boxes.

These colorful boxes are tied with beautiful ribbon bows and come with handwritten gift cards.

Peter stood up and walked to her, his eyes swept across them involuntarily.

"Is my gift in there?"

Dolores suddenly opened her arms to block him: "No peeking—"

She moved in front of the gift bags to cover them with her body, and waved for Peter to sit back.

"Alright alright."

Peter raised his hands in surrender, and stepped back step by step.

He curled his mouth, with a smile in his eyes.

Dolores sat on the carpet right there, and placed the gifts on the ground by categories, as if opening a gift box grocery store.

"so much?"

Dolores nodded with her back to him: "Of course, my old school friends, and the teacher, and Ned, Michelle, Liz..."

She counted with her fingers: "Of course, and you."

Dolores turned her head and pointed at him, her eyes sparkling when she smiled.

"Some were far away, and I sent them off early. Oh, Ruby, for example, he said he was going back to England, so I picked out his gifts a week earlier, and the timing was just right."

She picked up a green box and tidied the ribbon on it. Peter saw Loki's name and a line of blessing written on it with keen eyesight.

Curious what Dory will give Loki.

Peter thought of his figurines he'd picked up in the gift shop.To be honest, the merchants are really good, there are not many clear images of Rocky himself circulating on the Internet, but they still captured a lot of his features from YouTube blurry videos, such as his scepter and the curved head golden horned helmet.

Then it was made into a figure.

Although the overall image is not very similar, for example, there is no stubble on the character's face that is supposed to be added. (They thought Rocky would be more or less like his brother)

But it can still be seen who this is from the green and helmet and the overall restoration of the perfectly restored aura of the villain.

When he bought it, he wanted to make a pair with the figurine he gave Thor. After all, they are brothers, maybe they will like it?

He thought guiltyly and seriously, this is a Christmas present, Loki probably wouldn't throw his handle on his face on the spot, and Thor was there, he would definitely stop him, not to mention Tony and Steve, oh!Banner! !

Peter's hanging heart immediately returned to the original place, and he no longer thought about urgently replacing a present.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly saw a gift box with cards hanging from the side of the red gift box, tied with a fancy blue ribbon.

Oh, it's so cute. The boxes she chose are all in the color of each person's battle uniform or representative color, so you can tell who it is at a glance.

Peter saw a line on the card: Merry Christmas, Peter.Dolly.

His eyebrows immediately raised high.

Is this gone?

I thought the blessing would be longer than Loki's!

Reluctantly, he scanned all the small cards that he could clearly see the length of the blessing.

Well, almost every one has more words than his.

He could even see the densely written words on Natasha's card:

Merry Christmas to my dearest Natasha, for you are so beautiful and delightful, I hope you will be happy next year and every year, dear Dolly.

The cards that could barely fit were finally drawn with a very small heart with a red pen.

And next to Bucky's box, although there are not so many blessings on the card, she also drew a silver mechanical arm on it very carefully, saying, Merry Christmas, my dear Bucky, and hope you will always keep you happy mood, the world loves you.

Oh! ! !

All I have is a Merry Christmas? !

Including the tandem of his and her signatures separated by the phrase Merry Christmas?

It is undeniable that Peter's mood is slightly depressed because of this.

He stared at the box closely, it wasn't particularly big, just regular size.

Compared with the largest size box in gold and red that was given to Tony at a glance, it looks very lonely.

ah!She also told Tony that the biggest is not necessarily the best! !

But Tony's Gift Box might be the biggest one of them all!

Peter silently pursed his lips, trying hard to hold back his unspeakable mood.

"Oh! I hope you all like my presents, because I chose them at least a few weeks in advance. Liz and Michelle walked the streets with me for a long time, and they just chose what they wanted. There is no suspense..."

Dolores piled up all the gift boxes that were about to be taken down, ready to move them down.

Van Gogh was lying on the carpet, he rolled his eyes carefully at Dolores, then suddenly jumped up and rolled back on the spot with one in his mouth.

"Hey!!"

Dolores yelled, and went to snatch the pink one with all kinds of kitten faces printed on it.

"That's your gift! I'll give it to you tomorrow! Don't be so rude!"

She rushed over vigorously, and Van Gogh pressed the box firmly under his head, refusing to move it away after being beaten to death.

Dolores knelt on the carpet with her back to Peter, trying hard to move his head.

Peter glanced quickly over the red and blue box on top of the gift.

I shook it to see how big it was.

He secretly bent over and approached the gift boxes, and then stretched out his hand towards the box.

what exactly is it? !

"Peter-to-!"

Holding the van Gogh's Christmas gift box that she had snatched back, Dolores rushed over angrily.

She glared at him with a blush that seemed genuinely angry, and then pushed away his hand before he could take it back.

"You you you you you!!!"

She spoke incoherently angrily, her cheeks flushed, and she stared at him accusingly with wide eyes.

Peter thought badly in his heart, and immediately took a step back: "I swear I didn't see anything!!"