[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

It was past eleven o'clock when Ian woke up, and there was an unread message on his phone.

"Mr. Ian, remember to watch the live news of the "Gotham Daily" at [-] noon today. ——Copperpot."

What is this guy going to do?Seeing that the time is about the same, I give up the plan to stay in bed and get up to wash.

As soon as he reached the stairs, a familiar scent wafted over, and he knew who it was without guessing. Ian paused as he went downstairs, rubbed his chin and thought to himself:

Someone is really keen to feed him, it seems that since he started bringing people home, someone has consciously accepted this job, and it seems that he is still very happy with it.But it's not bad to have something to eat when you wake up.

"Ahem, what delicious food did the snail girl cook today?" Ian motioned Xiao Ai to keep quiet, and walked quietly on tiptoe behind Steve, poking his head out to look into the pot.

"Escargot girl?" Steve, who was concentrating on cooking, turned around in doubt. Ian didn't expect Ian to get so close, and his lips brushed his forehead lightly, causing Steve to tremble and almost missed the spatula in his hand.

"..." There was a soft touch on his forehead, and even though he was about to touch it, Ian was still in a daze.

This... this... this... I'll go, why am I so close when I have nothing to do!Uncontrollably, the back of the neck began to heat up and quickly spread to the base of the ears.Ian's eyelids drooped, his eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and he didn't dare to look at the expression on Steve's face.

"Are you awake?" Steve was the first to react. The inadvertent kiss just now made his mood soar instantly, and the jealousy that arose when he saw the extra black coat disappeared in an instant.

A sexy voice sounded in my ears, and it seemed to be a bit dull. The warm breath hit the sensitive auricle, as if an electric current penetrated into the brain along the eardrum, and the shoulders trembled slightly as if they couldn't bear it. Dense goosebumps appeared.

My God, this voice...is...too...too crisp...so crisp that it even gave Ian the illusion that something happened to the two of them last night that shouldn't have happened.One just woke up, one got up early to prepare lunch, and then there was such a loving scene in the kitchen...

Ah, bah, bah, what am I thinking, my brain was kicked by a donkey, right?

"The sauce is going to be mushy." The atmosphere was so good, Steve relied on four times the self-control to suppress the urge to hold someone in his arms and kiss him hard, reminding him gently.

It was only then that Ian discovered the current situation of the two of them. It seemed that he was leaning forward slightly, forcing people to have no extra space, and Steve had to lean back in order to open a little distance.Taking a sudden step back, Ian's face was hot, his eyes wandered, his head, which was always good at resolving embarrassment, turned into a mess, and he really didn't know what to say.

Steve turned around considerately, and continued to stir the beef sauce in the pan, as if nothing had happened, with a natural tone: "You haven't told me what a snail girl is?"

Hehe... If the accident just now hadn't happened, Ian would definitely take this opportunity to make a few jokes and tease Steve without any psychological burden.but……

"Uh... that... is a fairy tale from Huaguo." Ian hesitated, not wanting to say more.

"What's the story?" Steve seemed to ask casually.He scooped up a little bit of beef sauce with a spatula, blew it carefully, and turned around to bring it to Ian.

"Uh...uh...Actually, I don't remember too much."

Ian, who was leaning on the marble table, was thinking about how to get around this topic without any traces, when he saw Steve holding a spatula with a smile on his lips, and his eyes were soft and focused.

"How about a taste?"

"..."

Did something happen last night?Who stole my memory?Why do I wake up feeling like something has changed?How can this handsome guy with blonde hair and blue eyes be so sexy?

Ian forced a smile. He wanted to refuse but was afraid of being too hypocritical. If he didn't refuse, he felt that this way of development seemed wrong.

"It's been blown, it's not hot." I sent it to Ian's mouth again.

"..." Hey, how can you speak so naturally, and don't you think your current behavior is very problematic?

But can I ask this out?

?Absolutely no!Maybe they just want him to have a taste of it. If they say it, it will seem very sentimental.

To taste or not to taste?This is a question worth thinking about.

A second later, Ian drooped his eyelids and chose to taste someone's hand.Wouldn't it be more problematic if you didn't taste it?

"How?" Steve asked expectantly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...it's delicious." Ian nodded indiscriminately, but he didn't taste anything.With both hands resting on the marble platform, the upper body is leaned back, trying to create a distance.

Oh my god, I didn't succeed in trying to do something wrong this morning, and in the end I got the retribution on myself.Ian thought that if he hadn't intended to tease Steve at the beginning, without the unexpected touch, just to taste it, he would definitely not be as embarrassed as he is now.

Steve pointed to a little sauce on the corner of Ian's mouth, "Here."

Ian subconsciously sticks out his tongue to lick.As soon as the bright red tip of the tongue was exposed, it retracted at an extremely fast speed. After repeated several times, Steve's eyes gradually dimmed, and there seemed to be flames jumping in his eyes.

Ian, who didn't dare to look directly at him, only felt that his body was locked by an implicitly aggressive gaze. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to escape quickly, but the way in front of him was blocked by someone. Emotions gradually spread in the bottom of my heart.

Damn, why do I feel flustered and scared?Illusion, illusion, must be an illusion!

"do not move!"

Ian froze completely!

Ahhh! Must be the way I got up this morning, or I'm still dreaming!Could it be that when I didn't know, I shouldn't have thought about this handsome man, otherwise why would he suddenly become so attractive...

No no no! Impossible, doesn't exist, I don't!

Fragrant and soft young lady, isn't she fragrant?Why a stinky, hard old man?

Ian quickly shook out the water that suddenly overflowed from his head.

He... he... what does he want to do?Should I push him away now?Feeling that the tall figure was getting closer, Ian's entire upper body almost folded back at sixty degrees.

The corner of the mouth was touched gently, the movement was as quick as a butterfly touching the stamen of a flower.

"Okay." Steve turned around naturally, "Ready to eat."

Ian, who had already held his breath due to nervousness, let out a long breath, and ran out of the kitchen as if fleeing. "I'm going to clean up the table." Subconsciously ignoring the slight sense of loss in her heart.

What Ian doesn't know is that after he's gone, Steve puts his sauce-stained thumb in his mouth quite naturally.As for where the sauce came from, it's best not to let Ian know.

"Xiao Ai, what are you doing standing by the window?" Now that the sun can't shine, Ian always feels that Xiao Ai, who looks at the sky at thirty degrees, looks a little silly.

"Hehe...hehe..." Ian responded with two silly laughs, which sounded a little fluttering, but the expression on the screen was psychedelic and rippling, as if he had hit the CP.

"..." What happened today, Xiao Ai also became strange.

The heat on his face hadn't completely subsided yet, and Ian felt his heart beating too fast. The obviously spacious space felt too small at the moment, as if someone's breath filled the whole room.

No, it's too quiet.Ian rubbed his face, his eyes lit up when he saw the TV in the living room.

By the way, it's twelve o'clock soon.Turning on the TV, I found Gotham Channel, a shopping advertisement was playing, turned up the volume, and the unique tone of the shopping host echoed in the living room, and Ian felt that the feeling of wanting to hide but couldn't dodge was finally better.

Steve enters the restaurant with two plates of pasta veal and cheese garnished with basil and cherry tomatoes.

"I'll help you." Ian put down the remote control, ashamed to just be idle.

"Just one cream of mushroom soup left, easier today."

"Then I'll get drinks." Ian took out a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator and took two more glasses.

The two sat down and began to enjoy a simple but delicious lunch.

Steve Zhuang asked casually: "The desserts in the refrigerator look good

, where did you buy it? "

"I didn't buy it. Yesterday I went to xiao..." Xiao Bu almost blurted out, but Ian changed his words temporarily, "The meal at Bruce's house was made by their housekeeper, Ah Fu."

Bruce, that's so close!How does this look unfamiliar!Steve started eating again.

"I thought you didn't like sweet things very much." Compared with serious Americans who are addicted to sweets, Ian's degree is like a taste, so the donuts he made are much less sweet than ordinary donuts .

Ian swallowed the pasta in his mouth, and said: "Bruce's butler, Alfred, is a British butler. He is very good at cooking, especially desserts. It's good to eat occasionally."

Bruce, Bruce, it's not only intimate, it's so natural.Steve is not jealous indiscriminately. What he minds is that Ian seems to be deliberately hiding his relationship with that Bruce Wayne, saying that he doesn't know him very well, but he doesn't reject that person's approach, and even returns the first thing The thing is to go to someone's house to be a guest.I didn't come back until early in the morning, and I forgot that they had an appointment to try the game this morning.

And that nasty Bruce Wayne, if he didn't have some ideas, would he do such an ambiguous thing like sending clothes?Steve felt a strong sense of crisis, and put Bruce Wayne in the position of hiding his love rival.

"I heard from Xiao Ai that you came back quite late, Gotham is not safe at night, in the future..." Steve tightened his hand holding the fork, "Send me a message in advance, and I will pick you up."

Steve wished Ian would never go to Gotham again, but he knew it was impossible.

"..." Ian paused as he ate the noodles, "Oh, good." I always felt that this person would be angry if he didn't agree.

It happened to be twelve o'clock, and Gotham TV started live news on time. I saw the penguin still dressed in a pompous manner sitting in a chair with restraint, next to the host in charge of the interview, Ian's attention was successfully attracted.

"Good afternoon, audience friends. As we all know, whether Batman should continue to exist has become a hot topic in Gotham City recently. Since Batman himself has never responded positively to the demands of the city government and the public, today we are honored to invite Oss Mr. Walder Copperpot, the once famous Penguin, for an exclusive interview."

About him again?Steve frowned subconsciously, and immediately paid attention to Ian's reaction. Seeing Ian's appearance of waiting for the next article, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Ian never watched TV while eating, but today he seemed to have received the news ahead of time, and deliberately took the time to pay attention.

Ian, what kind of existence is Bruce Wayne in your heart?How important is it?