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Chrissy brushed up all her thick and long curly hair casually, and tied a neat light golden ponytail high behind her head, so that the hair would not accidentally fall down from her ears and block her view of reviewing documents.

"Brooke, have you found the dossier of the Kent Toy Company?" She tipped her high-heeled shoes slightly, and slid the seat to her colleague's desk. arrive."

Since accepting this civil entrustment, she only met with the Stark Group's legal counsel once, finalized some details of the prosecution and inspection, and also declined Tony Stark's dinner invitation by the way—how could she be so kind to this man? The disreputable playboy has little interest.

The only thing that made her curious was why Iron Man had full power to handle Spider-Man's lawsuit?

While her colleague Brooke was looking for documents, Chris propped her elbows on the armrest of the office chair and raised her chin, frowning and thinking for a long time.

However, suddenly, the dull sound of the mobile phone vibrating interrupted her thinking.

"Oh, Dad, good evening."

She glanced at the caller ID for a few seconds before picking up the phone, and said before the other party spoke first, "I hope you remember what I said, if you want to see me, you will get my rented apartment Come."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Kent said something loudly.Chris curled her lips, leaned half on the backrest to change to a more comfortable position, tapped her fingers on the tabletop one after another, thinking of something else indiscriminately to escape her father's constant questioning after she left home responsibility.

For the life of the upper class, she is far less fond of it than she imagined.But she never spent even a second to regret her original choice - she knew clearly that she and Peter in high school were impossible to be together no matter how hard they each tried I want to maintain this relationship.She can't get rid of the family she depends on, and the negative impact of Peter's concealment of identity is also with her.

Now that she has graduated, she has naturally obtained a satisfactory life.However, facing her father who was already quite old, she always felt guilty.

Perhaps it was because of this guilt that she actually stood at the door of Peter's house several times, but her fingertips pressing on the doorbell were still limp and unable to use any strength.

……

Mr. Kent took a deep breath. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?" Chris, who was immersed in the memories, froze for a moment, and immediately gave an affirmative answer.

Perhaps hearing the perfunctory in her words, Mr. Kent emphasized his tone, "Tomorrow night, after the trial is over, I'll go to your apartment—and meet him by the way."

he?

It took less than half a second to realize who the personal pronoun was referring to.Chris immediately felt her scalp explode, and hurriedly put her hands on her forehead in a panic: "No, Dad, we haven't..."

A notification sound of "Ding" means that the other party has unilaterally cut off the call.

Chris stood there holding the phone in a dazed position for a moment, and finally relieved the tense back helplessly, retracting her feet and leaning on the back of the chair.

The phone screen was dazzlingly bright, and the interface stayed on the list of contacts.The first thing that catches the eye is the fast food takeaway, and there are rows of names of the entrusted customers, arranged neatly and orderly in alphabetical order... But she doesn't need any of them.

All she needed was him—she had kept his number, even though she had already changed countless numbers herself.

"Hey……?"

The voice of the young man opposite seemed to be the same as that of the teenage boy seven years ago.Her hands and feet were suddenly cold, and it was only then that she realized that she had dialed the phone unconsciously, so she carefully held the phone, listened quietly for a while, and remained silent throughout.

The other party seemed to understand something from this long blank space.

"Chris?" His questioning tone was full of affirmation.

She raised her thumb decisively, pressed the off button and hung up the phone.

Turning her head, Brooke, who was also a lawyer with her, had already placed the brown paper bag she found on her desk.

However, he was not in a hurry to leave, but put one hand on the door of her cubicle, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Chris, let's go to the bar together at night?"

Chris shook her head.

"Thank you, but I still have to prepare for tomorrow's case." She casually found an excuse to prevaricate the other party, and she returned to the desk to open the file.

……

The next day.

Thanks to the efforts of Chris Kent, the Kent Toy Company and the Stark Group successfully reached an out-of-court settlement. The former spent millions of dollars to legally purchase the right to use Spider-Man's classic appearance, while the latter also logically withdrew the contract. v.

Given the ties between the plaintiffs' attorneys and the defendants, the aborted lawsuit is intriguing.The Kent Toy Company is already well-known, not to mention the wide and deep popularity of the Avengers headed by Iron Man. When they learned that this high-profile case ended in such an easy way, the public would naturally think Attention shifted to the Kents.

Because of this, it is not difficult to understand the order that James, the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Bugle", gave to Peter: "You interview the lawyer for the Avengers lawsuit, Parker."

"lawyer?"

Peter, who is a newspaper reporter and photographer, quickly reacted, and the fingers holding the camera were sweating due to excessive tension, "Aren't you going to capture Spider-Man today?"

James glanced at him impatiently, and sneered at his question, "Citizens see that strangely dressed cobweb head on the front page 30 days a month, and it's time for something new."

Peter shrugged his shoulders, and stopped trying to argue with his immediate boss, after all, he had to rely on the salary James sent him every month to support himself and Aunt May.

After hesitating several times, he still accepted the task that made him feel complicated.

Peter walked down the street with his head bowed, the scorching sun poured over his shoulders, and the camera hanging on his chest collided with the unusual heartbeat frequency. This wonderful and unique feeling reminded him of the silent call he received last night. Telephone.

Although his old classmate Gwen Stacy's father, the sheriff, has repeatedly reminded the public in the news that residents in Queens often receive harassing calls from strangers, he still firmly believes that what he receives is not a pervert , but instead...

It must be her.

Peter knew he didn't know her, but he knew it must be her.

He wasn't sure he was ready to see her again.This is just an ordinary afternoon on a weekday, and it's not the scene of a class reunion - just like when Iron Man asked him if he wanted to meet her two days ago, he said no without thinking.

Peter pedaled his old bicycle, and drove towards the address that James had given him amidst the annoying creaking sound of the mechanical axle.

He deliberately rode slowly, hoping that she would have driven away by the time he arrived, but it turned out to be the opposite——

Chrissy was wearing a light gray suit and skirt, with a pair of flat glasses clipped on the bridge of her nose. She was holding a briefcase and burying her head forward, trying to push away the reporters who surrounded her.

She managed to get to her car, and just as she put her fingers on the door, the sudden sound of glass shattering from the rear instantly spread throughout the car, causing her to frown and withdraw her hand. , looking in the direction of the sound.

Peter Parker stood there against the light, the shadow hit his face, and no expression could be seen.Beside him was a bicycle lying crookedly upside down, and under the twisted steel chain was shards of glass all over the floor.

Chris folded her arms and looked directly at him from a distance across the suddenly silent crowd, her lips moved slightly imperceptibly.

Different from the predicament that Peter was facing at this time, she calmly bent down to pick up the briefcase that fell to the ground just now, opened the leather front cover, took out a thin piece of paper, walked up to the other party, and gently raised her hand to stuff it in. into his breast pocket.

"This is my business card with my contact information on it. Call me at night, and we can discuss compensation matters."

This is the only sentence she left behind.Then she drove away without any hesitation, and the gathered media reporters also dispersed, leaving only Peter standing there stiffly. After a while, he slowly leaned over to help the bicycle up.

……

Ever since he carefully read all the English letters and numbers on that business card, the New Yorker's good neighbor, Spider-Man, has been wandering around Manhattan unconsciously all night... Did he want to see her? In fact, he I don't know either.

Anyway, he didn't have the courage to call.

And even if he did—what would he say? "How have you been lately"? ... No, this is not a class reunion, he has no reason to chat and laugh so rashly.

Come on Peter, you're a complete coward.He said to himself in his heart, and when he looked up, he found himself standing in front of the house number on the business card at some point, and slapped the doorbell vigorously with one hand.

...He took back what he said earlier, he was too brave.

It took only 15 seconds from the ringing of the bell to when Chris appeared in front of him, but in his opinion, it was as eeriely long as an ice age.

He was speechless for a while, and asked aloud:

"How have you been lately?"

As soon as he said this, he regretted it.

The other party supported the door frame with one hand, and was wearing a very homely loose casual dress. His blond hair was hanging lazily on his shoulders, his green eyes blinked, and then he showed a tepid smile.

"Come on, Peter, you know this isn't a class reunion."

Not long after hearing that expected answer, the anti-theft door slammed shut in front of his eyes again.

This is nothing, at least it shows that he misunderstood her behavior of giving him contact information. She didn't seem to want to improve the indescribably delicate relationship between them—he comforted himself in his heart, pulled off the mask and turned around. Turning around, the next second there was the rustling sound of the door being violently opened behind him, and then he was dragged into the room by someone's hand.

His back fell to the wall, and he didn't have time to look at the decoration and furniture of this small apartment, because now all he could see were her green eyes—the distance between them was such that he could even count her one by one. Long and beautiful lower eyelashes.

She put her hands around his neck and kissed him with her feet.Peter has grown a lot taller over the years. Once, Chrissy could touch the top of his furry head just by standing on tiptoe, but now she can barely reach his lips even if she straightens her body.

But this is enough.

Peter quickly lifted her off the ground, her bare legs wrapped around his narrow but strong waist, his heart was beating and beating regularly against the front of her chest.

"No, Peter," she said articulately, biting his earlobe, "I'm not doing well at all."

Somehow Peter was glad to hear her say it.

——This is not a class reunion, so she stopped saying "I'm fine, thank you for your concern".

Half an hour later, Peter sat on the floral fabric sofa in the living room, and Chris was busy making him a pot of coffee.

Quite different from the Kent family's mansion, her small apartment is simple yet cozy.The living room is connected to the only bedroom, which is too small and crowded. The few furniture deprives most of the space, and the rest of the space is filled with feminine soft furnishings, warm and bright colors and the rich aroma of coffee beans. covering the entire room.

He took the mug from the other party, raised an eyebrow and asked, "You left the Kent house?"

Chrissy bent down and sat beside him, and smiled noncommittally.

"Now I have the same life as you," she said half-jokingly, "and maybe worse—I still have to pay rent every month."

"You mean my life sucks?"

The mellow sweetness wafting from the coffee cup was nothing compared to the fresh scent of shampoo on her body.

Peter bowed his head and added a sugar cube to the glass.

Her face was clouded. "No, I mean I've been missing you, Peter."

As she spoke, she let out a long breath, and deliberately ordered in an irresistible tone, "Today you broke my windshield, so you have to come and help me fix the car tomorrow."

The doorbell buzzed harshly at this moment, and Peter had to swallow the words he was about to say.

Chris got up and walked a few steps forward, and heard Mr. Kent's thick tenor voice outside the door: "Is anyone home?"

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