The super power special team has come to a crap

Twelve o'clock at night, so he doesn't have to go back.

Alva leaned on the passenger seat and yawned, not commenting on the turtle-like speed until——

"You have driven this road three times." Alva has fully verified the strength of his spatial recognition ability. Even though he was absent-minded the whole time, he still clearly remembered all the roads he drove.

"I... a little, um... lost...!" Nat hesitantly made up an excuse, Alva glanced at him, but didn't expose it, just asked: "What's the address, I should know it.

"

Nat's eyes fluttered, and finally he resigned to his fate and reported a series of street house numbers. Alva knew it immediately: the three circles they circled now centered on this point.

Looking at Nat's disturbed side face, Alva couldn't help but want to laugh. This person can complete complex and dangerous tasks calmly and perfectly, but he is so afraid of going home, something that most people like most.

"At this intersection, turn left, turn right after two kilometers, and then drive for three kilometers until you arrive, it's very close." Alva reported the road map like a live GPS, and the car obediently drove along the road he said.

After a few minutes of silence in the car, Alva said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Then he found that the car gradually slowed down, leaned towards the side of the road, and finally stopped directly on the emergency lane.He turned his head and found that the driver looked pitiful, ready to cry, with red eye circles.

Alva was startled--he hadn't been so startled in years--and his first instinct was to reach out and touch Nat's face, and as soon as his fingers touched his cheek tears fell from his eyes.

"You...what's the matter with you?" Alva was in a hurry. He quickly unfastened his seat belt, leaned his upper body over, held Nat in his arms, and comforted him awkwardly: "Do you not want to go to your house? Then let's not go to your house." Go, go back to my house, it's okay... hey, it's all my fault, don't cry..."

Nat closed his eyes, tears dripped down his cheeks, his body trembled slightly, and he shook his head without saying a word.

His mood is very complicated now.

Nat had a mild—maybe more severe—social phobia. He was afraid of meeting strangers, hated talking to people he didn't know well, let alone how to communicate with people who were called family members but were not actually close.

He was a more sensitive child than ordinary people since he was a child, but he was forcibly sent to a government institution for education at the age when he needed the love of his parents the most.Although his parents have been called enlightened, they not only did not abandon him, but even send him some snacks that children like every month, but he will not ignore it because of this. When he was picked up by the staff, the eyes of his parents were relieved .

Nat was still not sure whether his parents loved him, and if they loved him, why were they afraid of him, why did they have a younger brother to replace him?If you don't love him, why do you have to reward him with some care from time to time and let him have useless expectations?

However, this has troubled him for more than 20 years, and the question that he has been afraid to ask has become no longer important when Alva said "Don't be afraid, there is me".

When he left his parents for the first time, when he fell ill alone due to overly heavy courses, when he was so nervous to perform the task that his hands and feet were weak for the first time, all he needed was just this sentence, and Nat didn't even Someone who needs to say this really does something for him, he just wants one every now and then, someone who really loves him.No, no, Nat immediately denied that he didn't need to go to the height of love, just being able to like him... Even his parents didn't necessarily love him, how dare he extravagantly ask for the love of others.

He sniffled and leaned into Alva's hard arms.

Alva has nothing to do with this guy. He has been around for so many years, he has beaten and killed people and saved people, but he has never comforted such a tearful man. He had to listen to his instinct and reach out his hand vigorously She hugged him tightly, and kept stroking his hair and back with her cold hands, hoping that it would bring him some warmth.

After about three or four minutes, Nat gently pushed Alva, indicating that he had calmed down—although the circles of his eyes were still red.

"Dear Natty baby, are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, turn around now, and I can drive." Alva looked at Nat worriedly, and held his palm.

"Alva," Nat asked sullenly, "do you like me?"

Alva: "Huh?"

Nat's cheeks flushed, matching the color of his eyes, and he repeated softly, "Do you... like me?"

Alva heard it clearly now, and he smiled, usually with a bit of mean eyebrows, Nat watched his mouth open and close, and a low and slightly hoarse voice poured into his ears:

"Fool, I love you."

Nat was completely stunned. The answer was so much better than he expected that he was a little unsure: "What?"

Alva was not stingy with sweet words, repeating with a smile: "I love you, Nat, I love you."

Nat's hands shook violently, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't calm down at all.He opened his mouth several times, but each time he could only make one sound and couldn't continue. Finally, he had no choice but to close his mouth in despair, and hugged Alva tightly.

"Hey, my back hurts! This posture is not right!" Alva shouted to spoil the atmosphere, his mouth was gagged, and then he happily accepted this loving kiss.

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"Bang bang bang."

They were interrupted by the sound of a car window being tapped.

Nat withdrew his arm in shock, and then watched in shock as a traffic policeman stood beside the car, looking at them with an unbearable expression.

Nat rolled down the car window, but he wanted to lower his head to the accelerator, but Alva asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Traffic police: "Illegal parking, fine, show me your driver's license."

Nat: "...OK."

Traffic police: "I understand young people, but there is a hotel two streets away, so there is no need to be so anxious."

Nat: "Well, it's not..."

The traffic policeman frowned suddenly, and asked Alva vigilantly, "Are you an adult?"

Alva: "..."

He should really go out with his ID in the future!

After some explanations, the traffic policeman was willing to issue a ticket and leave. The ambiguous atmosphere had long since dissipated. Alva rubbed his face and asked bitterly, "Do I really look so small?"

After looking at it carefully, Nat swallowed the sentence "mainly because the overall temperament is too much like a delinquent boy", and replaced the answer with a shallow smile.

Alva knocked off the car in dissatisfaction: "Let's go, where are we going next?"

"Send wine." Nat replied.

Alva responded, "Oh. Then why don't you drive?"

"One more kiss." Nat leaned forward and stole a brief, erotic, but sweet kiss.

"I'm sick," Alva scolded with a smile, and then asked, "Do you still know the way?"

"I know." Nat started the car while talking. Anyway, with Alva here, he is not afraid of anything now.

24

Alva looked at the festively decorated house in front of him, frowned, crossed his arms, and tapped his arms impatiently.

Nat hugged the steering wheel and winked at him pitifully.

"Are you a child who is going to be vaccinated?! Get out of the car!" Alva had a stinking face. He had just left the heating for a minute, and his mood became uncontrollably bad.

"But, but... I haven't figured out what to talk about later..." Nat argued hastily, and then smiled flatteringly: "It's cold outside, you should go back to the car first."

Alva kicked the car door: "Get off. Car."

Nat: "Hmmm..."

Facing the door, Alva rang the doorbell against the guest, and Nat stood beside him, rubbing his fingers, swallowing saliva, and touching his nose very nervously, and almost went around in circles until Alva couldn't bear it and grabbed him. , took a bite out of his mouth, and ordered: "Be good."

Nat was dizzy and nodded obediently.

The door opened at this time, and the person who opened the door was a well-maintained middle-aged woman, wearing a less formal dress and delicate light makeup, it could be seen that she had prepared well for this meeting.

Seeing Alva, she froze for a moment, showing an expression of obvious disappointment. It wasn't until Nat stood up a little bit hesitantly that a warm smile appeared on her face.

"Mother . . . " cried Nat primly.

"Nat, you are finally here. We have been waiting for a long time, and we are very happy that you are willing to come! It is cold outside, come in quickly," she opened the door enthusiastically, "Is this your friend? Welcome, thank you arrival."

"Yes, ma'am, my name is Alva, thank you very much for your reception, this bottle of wine is my Christmas thank-you gift to you, it is not a respect." Alva handed them the wine they bought before, and said politely .

Nat tilted his head, and was horrified to find that Alva tied up his messy white hair with a hair tie at some point, and his demeanor suddenly became more serious. With a dimpled smile, he looks like an ordinary college student.

After getting rid of the rebellious temperament, you will be five years older than the bad high school students, and you don't need to show your ID card to buy alcohol. It's really gratifying, Alva.

"This child is really sensible, and Nat will have to rely on you to take care of him." Mrs. Seale boasted a few words casually, welcomed them into the door, and shouted upstairs: "Honey, come down quickly, Nat is back !"

"Wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll make some jelly water!" A middle-aged man panicked from upstairs.