Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Captain America who loses his temper, how lucky is the person who can see it?No matter who is so lucky, anyway, File doesn't think he wants to be so lucky at all.

She looked at Steve's calm and even slightly smiling face, and couldn't say a word.God knows how fiercely her rationality was clamoring to run away at this time, but her body didn't dare to move.

Steve Rogers didn't have any powers other than the physical strength that the serum gave him, and now he didn't even use any means to trap the file, just looked at her.It's not like looking at an enemy or a villain, or even kindly.

She was a little at a loss. The tit-for-tat that she had prepared was like a punch on the cotton, and it was resolved before she could make a move.Fortunately, this scene didn't last long. The waiter who had handed her a glass of alcoholic drink walked to the table and directed others to drag the unconscious bald head away.

"File, the person you brought broke the rules." He said in a calm voice without any emotion, "It stands to reason that I should let him stay in my foundation."

"Don't be like this, you saw that this is not the person I brought." She almost immediately returned to normal, and looked at the waiter with a particularly disdainful look: "I am not the one who broke the rules, but the one who fell to the ground Bald head. When our side has completed the conditions he proposed and he has completed the answer, all relations between the two parties should be severed, and he actually wants to kill me."

The file sneered.She raised her right hand to make a grasping gesture, and the glasses on the table seemed to be squeezed violently, and they burst with a crisp sound.

"And now, fortunately, someone has corrected this mistake and didn't make you lose face." She let go of her hand and waved it impatiently, as if to repel flies.The broken glass on the table made a clattering sound, and in the next second it appeared in the trash can in the corner, overflowing at once.She stared at the calm waiter: "And as a victim, I am willing to give you a chance to regain your strength and decide to turn this matter over and not pursue it."

The scene fell silent.

Like a silent game, the two calm young men were looking at each other without blinking, as if they were in a confrontation.

Steve noticed that someone had silently closed the door, and someone guarded the original broken windows.

Excessive combat experience has made him think about various possible situations and make corresponding countermeasures. Although he stands with his muscles relaxed, he is already prepared to deal with various possible situations.

File is more relaxed than Steve.It wasn't the first time she came here to get the information she wanted, and these years were enough for her to understand the pros and cons of these intelligence networks.

The principle of Caliban is that all beings are equal before the knife, but in this bar, no one can cross the rules.

It was true that he did not act first on his own side, it could only be regarded as self-defense at best, so no matter what he said, the file didn't think he would be expelled.

"This is the second time a dispute has arisen because of you." The waiter waved his hand, signaling for others to bring in the [Closed Business] signboard that had just been hung outside.The figure standing by the window moved away, and the bright lights shone in again, all of a sudden dispelling the tense atmosphere.

Someone whispered a few words in the waiter's ear, he raised his hand to signal the crowd to keep quiet, and loudly announced the verdict of the boss behind the scenes: "Just now, that respected gentleman accidentally broke his wine glass, drinking Excessive loss of consciousness, we have sent him to the hospital for treatment, please do not worry."

He looked at the file with a bit of complaint in his eyes: "You have always been so lucky."

"Come on, people who are really lucky will not be like me." She sneered, waved her hands and turned around: "Goodbye, my friend——"

Her raised wrist was grabbed, together with the unfinished words.

File's whole body froze, she was so smug just now that she even forgot that there was a big living person standing beside her, she waved her hand and wanted to get out of the gate - how could she get out of the gate!It should disappear in place!

She scolded herself for being more and more lax, and if she continued like this, she might be killed at some point, while trying to maintain a haughty face and looking at Steve: "Let me go."

"Oh, it's a little difficult. To be honest, I also have something to ask you, but because I don't have my wine glass here, I can't ask." As he spoke, he pulled the file's wrist and dragged her out : "How about this, let's find a quiet place after we go out from here, so that you can answer my questions without any burden."

The file, who was dragged two steps away, immediately regained her senses. She was about to use her mutant ability to forcefully leave, or to let Steve leave, when the big man who was pushing the door suddenly let go of her hand.

He pushed open the door with a serious expression: "You come with me now, just the two of us. Or do you prefer that I go to school to find you?"

Steve now looked very different from before, which made File feel at a loss.As if an enemy suddenly changed its fighting style, it looked like it was possessed by some strange thing, making it impossible for people to formulate corresponding countermeasures.

He didn't specify which school it was, but from those determined eyes, the file inexplicably felt that he might have known the secret of hiding his partner in the professor's place.

Captain America is the mortal enemy of Hydra, and the three people she most wants to protect are from there.

Her anxious eyes suddenly calmed down, and she walked out of the door first: "You decide the rules of asking questions, and I decide the place of conversation."

Steve didn't speak, and let go of the door after the file passed by.The tattered wooden door creaked shut, and the door leaf that lacked lubricating oil let out a tragic wail, re-separating the dark bar from the colorful street.

Fatty, who was sitting on the same table with Steve before, covered his mouth in silence: "...I never thought I would meet that lucky guy who was raised by a file in my lifetime...he You won't tell the file what I said before..."

Steve didn't know what kind of crazy label he had been labeled. He followed behind the file, turned left and right all the way into a dark alley, and the file stretched out his hand to him: "Come."

He handed it over, and the scene changed in the next second, and they came to a shanty town.

Steve looked around, and the people around him were used to people who appeared suddenly like this, and after only glancing at them at first, they were busy with their own work, even though it was late at night, they were still working.He deduced almost immediately that the file had stayed here for a long time, and even used the ability to move repeatedly, so that the people here had long been used to her sudden appearance.

"Okay, we're here, let's talk here." She walked under an old banyan tree with lush branches, turned around and folded her hands: "Now it's your turn, what are the rules?"

Instead of speaking in a hurry, he raised his eyebrows.

Defensive posture.

When you feel conflicted or uneasy, you will subconsciously hold things in your arms to seek a sense of security.

He glanced at her and remained silent.It wasn't until the file frowned that he spoke slowly: "To be honest, Lily, before World War II, I was not very old when I joined the army, let alone my brothers. At that time, there were no children younger than us in the family. So I'm not very good at how to get along with juniors."

The file was taken aback: "Wait, this—"

"It's polite to keep listening when others are talking, don't interrupt me." He continued: "I feel abandoned by the times after the world wakes up, and I feel out of place with everything around me. I heard that there are other Dear family, I was told that I can no longer meet again. So when I knew you existed, I was actually very happy. Not only for your survival, but a large part of it was because I felt that I had found a relationship with you. The connection point of the world."

"I used to try to ignore your differences and pretend that I was just an ordinary parent. The two of us are just a pair of distant relatives who haven't seen each other for a long time and are now completely unfamiliar. But now it seems that this way of getting along makes us both It's exhausting and it's not working out well."

He pretended not to see the fingers tightened by the file on his arm, and continued on his own: "The reason is also very simple. Maybe when you were Lydia, you were a pretty girl who was a bit inarticulate and self-willed, and liked flowery skirts and hairpins." , I am very popular with my classmates. As Steve, I am a somewhat rigid, unresponsive and overzealous idiot parent, and I am troubled every day to keep you from falling in love with each other—hey, don’t laugh, I’m serious.”

The file's unrestrained laugh relieved the tense atmosphere in vain, and Steve also laughed when he saw her drooping arms.

"But it's actually unfair. Because we can't just live as this identity." His smile gradually narrowed, and his voice gradually became serious, "I'm Steve, and I'm also Captain America. Maybe Steve can Be able to trust someone you just met with all your heart, but Captain America can't."

File squinted his eyes: "Especially this person, who has a murder record, refuses to negotiate, and still has great power?"

"That's right." He admitted without hesitation: "As Captain America, I not only have doubts about you, but also maintain considerable vigilance, and are ready to subdue you at any time. When two contradictory emotions conflict, I am very It’s hard to know which side I’m leaning toward.”

The language that has lost its warmth and concealment is particularly sharp, but the file feels very relaxed.Compared with the previous two people covering each other and playing roles that she was not good at, she felt more comfortable at this time.

She looked at the serious big man and raised her chin: "Let's be each other. As an orphaned Lydia, she will be very happy to have a reliable uncle... Zeng... Elder, because she feels that the world It’s not that I’m alone in the world, and then I’m extremely dependent on him.”

She glared at Steve, who was trying to look extremely serious after sniggering because of the previous address, and continued: "But that Lydia also has a name, 'file'. File will never allow herself Indulging in the inexplicable warmth game, revenge is her mission, her responsibility, and her whole motivation to live. Once any factor hinders revenge, the file will definitely eradicate it."

"Like Captain America fighting crime?" Steve asked.

"Like Captain America fighting crime," the file replied.

The atmosphere once again reached a deadlock, and the two people's identical eyes reflected each other's stubborn appearance.File clenched his fists, ready to accept the consequences of the collapse of this conversation at any time.

Steve was the first to lose.He took a long breath and made a gesture of surrender: "Don't be like this Lily, I'm not here to fight or arrest you, I just want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about? Tell me to give up my revenge?" She smiled, and she had already brewed a malicious plan to pour out: "Listen, beauty——"

She stared wide-eyed at the guy in front of her who quickly covered her mouth when the first word came out.Because his palm was too big, half of the face of the file was held down. She felt that it was difficult to breathe, and she wanted to break free from the other's shackles.

"Don't be like this Lily, I said I didn't come to quarrel, and I also know that if I asked you to finish what you wanted to say just now, then I might as well not come this time." He looked at his wrists with both hands, Glaring at his own file: "You be quiet and listen to me, I will let go..."

He felt that his hand was empty, and then he was attacked by a file blessed by fury, like a storm.Coupled with the mutant ability, the unpredictable figure and flexible and exquisite skills of the file made Captain America a headache.From the moment he read the information on the file, he understood that she had said before that "it can tear you into several pieces without any effort" was definitely not just talking, but now, the furious file really made him feel extraordinarily hard to handle.

He struggled to deal with it, and he hadn't figured out how to say the next thing to the angry little girl—maybe he should apologize first before he can listen to people—she stopped suddenly.

The child's face. It was a June day, and Steve still maintained a defensive posture. He looked at the file and frowned for a while, but he didn't realize what he had done again.

The file stood a few steps away from Steve with a very ugly expression. She spread her palm, and in her palm lay a finger-long device with a button on the top.

It is a ray emitter that can quickly stun mutants by stimulating the X gene.

"You have this on you." She looked at Steve: "I don't want to know why you're wearing this, but I know you only need a second to subdue me—you're not confident enough to think you can subdue me empty-handed .”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Steve felt that if he didn't answer this question well, he might cause the crying file.He looked at the device in her hand, and after deliberating for a moment, he decided to tell the truth.

Steve raised his hands: "That's the latest gadget from Tony's lab, it won't cause too many side effects but the effect is the same. I'm sorry, at first my idea was to just stun you and then Take it home, but I changed my mind later."

"Really?" The file sneered: "What makes the famous Captain America see a criminal who is at large in front of him, and still not catch her? I am really curious."

"Because the one in front of me is not a criminal who is at large." His voice raised a little: "I know that you won't listen to what I tell you now that using violence to control violence will not bring peace after all, so I don't intend to waste my tongue either. But as I said, I'm not here to argue, Lily, I want to talk to you."

"It's not Rogers old and Rogers Jr., or Captain America and the file. Those identities are correct but too one-sided. I want to talk to you."

Maybe it was because his eyes were too sincere, maybe his tone was too sincere, the file pressed his lips tightly, and he asked after a while: "Then what do you want to talk about? I think the conversation should be over now."

"Maybe, although you may not care too much, but I still hope you know." He took a step back and took the initiative to distance himself from the file: "The spare key at home is under the carpet at the door."

File: ...? ? ?

Her eyes widened in disbelief: "What are you talking about all of a sudden?" And you think I'm someone who needs a key?

"No, I don't mean anything else." Steve laughed, the dawn light illuminated the sky, his eyes were gentler than the dawn: "I'm worried that I won't be there when you come back, so I want to tell you first, so that I don't have to wait You can't get in."

The file was speechless.

She opened her mouth several times to try to brew some words, but failed in the end.

This sentence, which was far from the previous content, made her throat suddenly feel tight, and she hurriedly turned her back before the soreness flooded her eyes.Now she can't care about pointing her back at the enemy anymore, she just doesn't want the weak side of the file to be seen by others.

"You...suddenly said something strange!" Realizing that her voice was a little hoarse, she cleared her throat, turned around and threw the button back vigorously: "Give it back to you!"

Steve pretended not to notice her red eye circles, looked at the metal device in his hand, and threw it back: "Here, destroy it, or take it apart and sell it to you."

He was still wearing the leather jacket of the 80s and [-]s, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the file with a rather high-spirited look: "I can take my girl home by myself, no messy things are needed."

Turning around coolly, he wandered out: "Remember to go home early, children who run away from home will be punished one day."

The runaway child who will be punished · File: Just because of this last sentence, I decided not to remind him that he is going in the opposite direction of the exit.

She was thinking angrily, and trotted all the way to catch up: "You're going the wrong way, you idiot!"

Steve returned to his apartment with a happy face.

No matter what the process was, he felt that the relationship between himself and his great-granddaughter had finally warmed up a bit, at least not as sharply as before.The two people are no longer hostile to each other, even if it is impossible to be intimate immediately, at least the hostility of both parties has been reduced a lot.

He thought it was a good start.

In all fairness, teaching the file to make her give up revenge and return to the life that a 16-year-old girl should have is what he should be most at this time, and it is also what he himself most wants to do.However, even Steve himself knows well that if the file can agree to give up revenge, it may be time for her to start an ambush, planning to lurk beside him and wait for an opportunity to kill him.

Just like persuading Captain America to join Hydra, it is difficult and impossible to accomplish.

At the same time, the intimacy between the two is not enough to support Steve to finish that passage.Maybe she resisted at the beginning, which would only make things worse.

At this stage, the only way is to face up to each other and respect each other.To admit to each other, at least not two people are not playing their real selves, trying to deceive each other every day like they are acting on TV.

He is glad that he is finally getting along with minors, and has taken a milestone step in the education of young people. This kind of excitement that is difficult to express even makes him want to play a powerful piece of music——

Buckle.

There was a knock on his door.

Coulson stood outside the door holding a copy of the latest information, with an urgent look on his face: "I'm sorry to disturb your captain so early, but this document sent by Batman was sent directly under your name, I think you should see what's in there."

It was about work, Steve immediately put away his previous mood and took the document in Coulson's hand.

He read it at a glance, and the huge amount of information made him unable to recover for a long time, so he could only exclaim "God".

Batman is low-key and extremely efficient. With his own power, he has kept Gotham's high crime rate on the average line.Even though he has such a powerful force, he is very self-disciplined. After subduing criminals, he will always be handed over to the police station, and he will never kill him because of personal grievances.

This hero deserves everyone's respect, including Steve.

He didn't believe that such a serious matter would be used as a prank by the strict and self-absorbed Batman.

"Do you know the news about that box now?" He handed the file back to Coulson: "If possible, I hope to get in touch with Batman, we need more complete information."

His face was tense, and even Coulson became serious.

The two seasoned fighters knew that the side effects of Superman's death were only now beginning to wear off.

"Has Tony been notified?"

"Yes, there are other people who have received the news, and they are already rushing to Stark Tower."

Captain America got on his motorcycle.

There may be a tough battle to be fought soon.

He was the last one to reach the mansion.The person who had grasped the current situation had a dignified expression, and didn't even give Steve a glance when he entered the door.Tony stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, his big caramel-colored eyes did not see the laughter of the past, and his anxiety was too strong to dissolve.

"This city is so beautiful, isn't it." He ignored the Captain America who came to him, and pointed to a dessert shop with a long queue as if talking to himself: "I like the donuts there, that's what I eat. Best donuts ever.”

"I haven't been to that store." Captain America looked in the direction of his finger: "Maybe after the battle is over, I can buy some for Lily to try."

Tony squinted his eyes: "What? Are you reconciled?"

"Not yet, but at least it's a step in a good direction, which is by far the happiest thing I've ever had." He let out a breath and turned to the others: "So, for your donuts, For my little girl's sake, stop wasting time with pointless anxiety—what do you think, Natasha?"

"We don't know Steppenwolf, and in fact we don't know much about Batman." Natasha waved her hand, signaling Jarvis to project the information from the Batcave: "But from the current news, this A reliable knight has no reason to play us with this kind of prank, so the authenticity of this information has been made available to Fury as a level [-] agent."

In the projection released by Jarvis, the tall monster has a ferocious appearance and terrifying abilities. Even if it is killed by his giant axe, it will become a member of the demon army.

Since the death of Superman, this is the first time that the earth has faced an attack from an alien planet, and it has also sounded the alarm for the earth. Not all aliens are as friendly as Cybertron.

No, Cybertron isn't completely safe either.

The brutal robot that was taken over by the Seventh District for attacking innocent teenagers in the street also came from Cybertron.In fact, Cybertron itself is also in troubled times, and it is far less reliable to let the silicon-based life forms with advanced technology to protect the earth in this crisis time than relying on itself.

Clint stood up from the sofa: "We need to gather a lot of fighters, more, stronger companions who can help us win this battle."

Fighting side by side all year round, you can understand each other's thoughts with just one look.Natasha and Clint looked at each other and spoke first: "Okay, I'm in charge of the God of the North."

Clint, who just opened his mouth, widened his eyes: "Do you have the heart to let me face that big guy alone?"

"Then you want to make it difficult for me?" Natasha raised her eyebrows: "Say it again?"

Clint, nay.He glanced at Captain America and Iron Man, who didn't even look at the dark scene of superiors suppressing subordinates, and sat down with legs together again: "...Okay, then I, I'll go... .”

At this moment, Steve suddenly awakened his integrity as Captain America, and he walked towards Hawkeye: "It's okay, let's go together when the time comes."

Hawkeye, a tough man, jumped up and hugged Captain America: "Thank you very much!"

Saul: ...Why do I look at this scene so familiar?

When the adults are actively preparing to save the earth by sniper fighters, the young people are not idle either.

Missing his rendezvous with Bumblebee, File is trying to figure out how to sneak into Warren's charity dinner.Silas Stone is also on the guest list. If she can get in, she will definitely get more useful information.

But she can't be anyone's female companion, lest it will be difficult to escape at that time, and at the same time, she must think of a reasonable identity, so that she can leave the scene in time without attracting anyone's attention.

There was only a cup of ice water provided by the coffee shop for free in front of the file, his brows were slightly frowned, and his fingers were knocking on the solid wood coffee table.

"You said..." she hissed, asking for advice from the impatient guy sitting opposite: "How about I pretend to be a maid and sneak in?"

"Then get in." Lorna rolled her eyes and pushed away the ice water in front of her: "Why do you have to make such a troublesome simple thing? Use your ability to get in and then leave, I'm really screwed I don't understand what you're struggling with."

"Shut up Lorna, I told you. The host of the banquet is my partner, and I don't want to bring any trouble to him if I can." She squinted at Lorna: "Your hair is the color of forgiveness again .”

Lorna's eyes widened for a moment.The table shook and then settled down, a metal screw fell to the ground and bounced again.

Lorna leaned back in the chair slowly: "Shut up."

The scene became quiet for a while, and Lorna, who was also running away from home, actually thanked the file a little bit.He kept silent about why he suddenly appeared in New York, as if it was supposed to be like this, and the two of them even looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were still sitting together in the coffee shop.

She glanced at the file that seemed to be digging out the brains, and kicked her calf from under the table: "Hey."

Under the dissatisfied eyes of the file, she cleared her throat and looked away: "The two of them...how are you?"

The file sneered.

Perhaps because they are both mutants and everyone is dead, even though they have not met each other, Lorna, as the half-sister of Wanda and Pietro, has not shown any hostility towards her younger siblings.

The two parties have not had the opportunity to meet each other until now, and the only way to understand each other is to file.

At this time, the file was leaning on the soft sofa back in a leisurely manner, and specially placed a cushion behind his waist.She looked at Lorna with a half-smile and remained silent until Lorna retreated steadily under her gaze, and finally called the waiter.

"Here's a cupcake." She cast a vicious glance at the file shaking on the shaking shoulders with her head down and grinning, and gritted her teeth: "Sprinkle more icing sugar."

"Pietro and Wanda are fine now. Since they went to the professor's Xavier School to receive formal education, they have become better and better." She devoured her booty, feeling that every bite was delicious: "Okay Go to school, be positive, love peace, study hard, and get cuter every day."

"..." Such an insinuating evaluation made Lorna, a girl who did not go to Xavier School to receive formal education, was out of school, and caused trouble, feel very uncomfortable.She stood up abruptly, clapped her hands after a sneer: "I am very happy to see you today."

"I'm also very happy to eat your little cake." She raised the booty in her hand: "Bon voyage Polaris, go home early."

Before the words were finished, a screw that flew straight between the eyebrows was fixed in mid-air, and the file made the slightly trembling screw hang between two fingers, and his eyes narrowed: "Is this a parting gift? It's too shabby, wait I made money and exchanged it for a better one for you."

That night, the file successfully replaced a waitress who was unable to work due to a sprained ankle, and successfully sneaked into the venue.Wearing a black and white uniform, with a straight back and a tray full of wine glasses in his hand, he walked calmly into the bustling venue.

Quickly catch a salutation like "Mr. Stone" in the conversation of the guests, and move closer.

She has always behaved decently and calmly, like a senior waiter who has really received professional training.

However, this calmness was finally on the verge of collapse when she saw so many familiar faces that she couldn't avoid them.

The file mentality of pretending to have hand cramps and adjusting his mood in the corner is about to collapse.What the hell is this some kind of superhero rally?Or is that old popsicle being on the donkey again, pretending to come and talk, but actually wanting to grab it directly?

She forced herself to be calm, rubbed her stiff face to make sure she could still smile, turned around, and entered the crowd again like a carp entering the sea.

"Hey, look, what a pretty little girl."

A frivolous voice sounded from behind along with the footsteps. The file pretended not to recognize whose voice it was, and lowered its head halfway to offer the fine wine on the tray: "Do you need a glass of champagne?"

"Champagne? Yes, thank you." Tony Stark picked up a goblet from the tray kindly, and looked at her with some teasing: "Such a beautiful girl, I want to ask where are your parents? Saying that Lord Worthington has gone crazy to the point of recruiting child labor?"

"I'm 20 years old, Mr. Stark." The file seemed to have applied a layer of solidified plaster to his face, and his expression remained unchanged: "Maybe he looks very young."

"Oh come on, or do you want me to make a fuss and take you away now?" He drank the champagne in one gulp, and said angrily as if complaining: "Listen, Uncle Tony... isn't Grandpa coming this time? If you quarreled with you, even your parents didn't intend to come and catch you, so I can't let you go—I came here because you left something with me."

As he spoke, he put the empty glass back on the tray, reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a beautiful bracelet.

"The improved and upgraded version 2.0 of 'Trust' was just born three hours ago." He took the hand of the file and stuffed the bracelet to her: "Considering various reasons, I used organic materials and special paint on the surface. It has a metallic texture, and the overall performance improvement has almost no side effects. Taking all factors into account, the market value I give is 25 to [-] times that of those junk products.”

There was Stark's pride in his tone, maybe because he drank too much wine, his body shook a little with the introduction, but his eyes were shrewd.

"Now I'll give it to you for free, no thanks." He supported the table and looked at the file seriously: "Don't lose it again."

The file didn't know how to answer, and he didn't expect the file to answer at all, so he continued talking on his own.

"Of course, don't think that the old accounts between the two of us will be written off. You hung up on my phone and threw me out, several times, and then almost made me internally bleed." He slapped the file hard on the forehead: " I will remember it for you."

After speaking, he took another glass of champagne, staggered towards the crowd, leaving the file alone in a daze.

Tony Stark was submerged in the crowd. She looked at the thin bracelet in her hand, thought for a long time and weighed it before putting it away.

...After all, the price is twenty times that of junk, and when you are poor, you sell it for money.

She traveled around Silas Stone, and from his conversations with the guests, she had already learned part of the valid information about the man.

Scientists, who study alien technology, are currently making breakthroughs in replicating Kryptonian technology.

The lab is very difficult to get into.

She was about to lament that a scientist is just too busy, when suddenly she was shrouded in shadow.

Only then did she realize the uneasiness that had been surrounding her before, and the meeting between the two was the first time she saw Warren as the protagonist at a banquet.

"Good evening, miss." He approached step by step, his face pale with horror: "I don't know if I can get an explanation for what happened before?"

The file didn't react for a while, she put the tray on the table, and asked in a daze, "What happened before? I have a lot of things recently."

"A little too much?" Warren's voice suddenly raised and lowered suddenly, and he asked viciously, "Since you are a nobleman who forgets a lot, I will remind you. Can you explain why you are giving it to me?" After the phone call, it was someone else who ended up holding the phone?"

"Maybe it's because they are similar in age to their childhood sweethearts?" Before the file could answer, another voice answered first.Damian, who can move freely, wears a well-fitting tailor-made suit, and his tone is slightly cynical: "After all, for teenagers, the exciting life is the most unforgettable thing-like now."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the file by the wrist, jumped over the furious angel, passed through the crowd in Xiyang, and dragged her to run wildly.

"Where is your car?" He asked while running, "I didn't drive today."

"Go back by yourself, I'm not going to take you!" She wanted to get rid of Damian, but she didn't expect this guy to be so powerful that he dragged her all the way to the parking lot.

And when these two people just came in, there was a car beeping immediately.

No need to explain, Damian ran over to open the car door first, but when he wanted to sit in the driver's seat, he found that the seat was already occupied.

Damian outside the door:  …

Wanda in the co-pilot: ...

Pietro in the driver's seat: "...how are you?"

The file who came in the last step was stunned for a second and then jumped into a rage: "Why are you two here!"

The author has something to say: In fact, before the two people acted with each other like actors, both of them knew and complained about each other's hypocrisy, and at the same time demanded each other with the attitude of demanding their own

How can this be achieved——

So in order to end the previous awkward way of getting along, such a conversation is necessary

Also, don't worry, captain, this isn't your fight, it's your great-granddaughter's fight

Steppenwolf, hurry up, I can't bear it anymore hhhh