[Zhongyingmei] My girlfriend's father beats me all the time

Eric's door is closed, but for Rebecca, it's really not a problem. Before turning the lock on Dad's bedroom door into a butterfly, she decided to be more cautious and used A little thought has changed the internal structure of the door lock.

She easily opened the door, and the smell of alcohol filled the room.

How much did he drink?Rebecca saw a few empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, twitched the corners of her mouth, turned her head and walked straight towards his bedroom.

A small butterfly landed on her shoulder, Rebecca laughed, stretched out her finger to let the butterfly climb on it and muttered: "Where are your other partners? Where are they?"

The little butterfly opened and closed its wings slightly, and flew from her finger into the bedroom.

Rebecca followed and walked in, and saw all the little butterflies on the door lock resting on the curtains of the bedroom. From a distance, she thought the curtains were originally like this. She laughed and said softly: "You stay here for now. Don't go anywhere here, and when I have a chance, I will openly restore you to the door locks!"

Butterfly can't speak, and I don't know if I understand it.Rebecca shrugged, what the hell!If it doesn't work, just install a lock again!She walked to the closet, the closet door was slightly open, she reached out to open the door, fortunately, those photo frames were still in the corner of the closet, before she was a little worried that her father would transfer them.

"Great!" Rebecca smiled and stretched out her hand to take out the photo frames one by one, found the group photo of the family of three, turned around and walked to a brightly lit place, took out her mobile phone and snapped several photos of the photo frames Photo, muttering: "It's done!"

After quickly retaking that photo, Rebecca put the photo frame back lightly in a happy mood. Just as she was about to straighten her waist and close the cabinet door, her eyes fell on the pile of photo frames. In fact, she was curious about what other photos .

Rebecca stared at the pile of photo frames hesitantly. After a few seconds, she turned her head to look in the direction of the door. He just went out, so he shouldn't be back so soon, right?She knelt down and reached out to the pile of photo frames.

The first photo frame she took out was very small, about the size of a palm, and inside was a single photo. A girl with long green hair was wearing a woolen hat, standing at the door of a white house, staring at her with disdain. Looking at somewhere outside the lens, obviously, this is a candid photo, and the person who was photographed didn't even know the existence of the photographer.

Who is this girl?

Rebecca stared at the photo curiously for a long time, and thought, could it be Dad's first love?But looking at the photo of the clothes that seemed to be in the 90s, she thought about it, turned the photo frame over, and took out the photo. "Sure enough, there are words!"

There is a name written on the back of the photo: Lorna.

Lorna?Rebecca moved the photo to a bright place suspiciously, took a few photos with her mobile phone, and then put it back into the frame.This girl can't be another daughter of the father, right?If she was in her teens in [-], she would be almost [-] now, right?

Wait, I'm fine, why count her age?She put the frame aside and reached for another frame.

However, there are several girls named Lorna in a row, and, with different photos, the girls in the photos are gradually growing up.

Rebecca stared at Lorna, who had obviously grown up. At this time, Lorna had dyed her green hair black, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the look of disdain in her eyes.She tossed the photo frame aside a little bored, looked at the two photo frames left, hesitated for a while, and finally reached out and took out the two together.

These two photo frames look very new!Rebecca thought to herself, and looked intently, there was a red-haired girl in the first photo frame, she was probably in her twenties, standing there with her arms folded, looking at a red-skinned man.

This girl, she knows!Rebecca raised the photo frame to her eyes in surprise, why is there a photo of Wanda and Fantasy World in Dad's closet?Without hesitation, she opened the frame and pulled out the photo.

Wanda's name and a set of numbers are written on the back of the photo: "2017.7.15"

What does this mean?Rebecca thought suspiciously, and slowly put the photo back into the frame, so the other photo wouldn't be Wanda's, right?She picked up the last photo frame, and sure enough, there was Wanda in it, but Wanda in this photo looked younger, and there was a boy standing beside her, who was about the same age as Wanda in the photo, and he had silver hair. With curly hair and a ruffian smile, he also wears a pair of swimming goggles on his forehead.

And who is this boy...?

Rebecca tapped the boy's face a few times, and murmured, "Oh my god, daddy is so flirtatious! If that's what I think!" Whether it was Lorna or Wanda, Obviously, none of them could be Dad's lover, so the only option left is that they are all Magneto's children just like her.

Currently, Rebecca doesn't know what's going on with that girl named Lorna, but Wanda is a member of the Avengers, who doesn't know her!Nicknamed the Scarlet Witch, she possesses amazing magical abilities.

"So she is also a mutant!" Rebecca murmured and took a picture of Wanda and that boy with her mobile phone. If Wanda is also Papa's child, does she know or not?After all, in the information she collected, Wanda and Dad had no intersection at all.

Eric Lanshere came out of the woods and walked towards the dormitory with an indifferent expression. Thinking of Heidi's report just now, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Tony Stark was a step behind him.very good!very good!

"Eric!"

From the path between the lawns, Charles drove the electric wheelchair towards him slowly.

Eric stopped in his tracks, watched him drive closer, with a faint smile on his face, and said, "Oh, you're in a good mood!"

"Really? Maybe I'm not as excited as you are, am I?" Charles looked at Eric with a smile, "I noticed that my dear old friend, since returning to Xavier, has fallen in love with skipping dinner." Go for a walk in the woods."

"Since you noticed it, why don't you go with me and take a walk?" Eric said with an unpredictable expression.

Charles stopped beside Eric, looked at the lighted windows of the dormitory building, and said, "I haven't walked much since I lost the ability to walk, Eric."

Eric turned to look at him, was silent for a while, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Charles moved his eyes over every lighted window in the dormitory building, and said lightly: "Look there! Eric."

Eric followed his gaze to the dormitory building and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch them, your favorite students will be safe and sound."

"Really?" Charles said softly, "So, what kind of preparations are you making for the mutants now? How do you plan to destroy humans this time?"

Eric was silent.

"Eric, over the years, I know that you have been working hard to find opportunities for mutants to survive." Charles said, "I will never be as good as you in this regard."

Eric sneered, looked deeply at the balcony on the third floor of the dormitory building, and said, "Yes, you are indeed not as good as me, Charles, you finally admitted this."

Charles chuckled and said, "I have to admit it." He paused, "I can tell you very honestly, when I was placed in that broken water tank by Logan and spent every day half asleep and half awake, I had such a moment I agree with your approach. Those genetically modified foods have suppressed the production of new mutants, or directly killed the potential x-genes in everyone’s body. They are also destroying the bodies of mutants. The me in my body , said to myself, you see, you should have agreed with Eric's idea, maybe there will be a future for mutants."

Eric slowly turned his head to look at Charles, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "You don't agree with me now, Charles."

Charles nodded and said, "Mutants and humans, if one day we have to decide the winner, I hope I can make a little change before then."

"Change?" Eric laughed amusedly, and said in a low voice: "Oh, Charles, Charles, you are still that childish kid!"

With a faint smile on his face, Charles looked up at Eric and said slowly: "Mutants need to have their own power. If war is bound to come, Eric, all mutants must have protectors. Do you get me?"

"If your so-called protector is the Avengers? I'm sorry, I think you are not only naive, but also close to dementia, Charles." Eric said unceremoniously.

Charles laughed, looked at Eric with a somewhat angry look, and said, "Oh, of course it can't be the Avengers, but they will be the key roles in the middle."

Eric looked back at Charles and said, "What do you old fox want?"

Charles laughed silently.

Eric looked at Charles with judgment, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said, "Do you think I will believe your words, Charles?"

"Whether you believe it or not is not within my consideration." Charles drove the wheelchair towards the garden, turned his head, and asked, "Are you still interested in walking, Eric?"

After Eric stood there watching Charles drive a distance, he smiled suddenly, followed him with strides, and said, "Charles!"

Charles glanced over at him and said, "Oh, you get it!"

"Tell me about your plan!" Eric said.

Charles said lightly: "Most mutants cannot be detected by people without using their abilities, unless they are tested with instruments."

Eric walked slowly beside him without saying a word.

"So, you probably don't know, let alone in China, just in New York, there are more than a thousand companies founded by mutants, and twenty of them are as large as any subsidiary of the Stark Group. The company is comparable, and there is a company whose size is directly comparable to the Stark Group." Charles paused, and he noticed that Eric's eyes flickered slightly, and when he heard that there was a company that could compete with the Stark Group When comparing, there was a faint smile on his lips, "That company, oh, that group is called Barton Group, and its owner, Monica Barton, is a very outstanding woman."

"What's your plan?" Eric showed a look of impatience on his face, "What does the company founded by mutants have to do with your plan?"

"Didn't you think I didn't learn from history?" Charles smiled, "Eric, the times are different, and our methods should also keep pace with the times. In the general direction of protecting mutants, we have never change, no?"

Eric looked at Charles thoughtfully, and asked, "Tell me about your plan!"

"The United States has never been a country where one person has the final say. Even if the president announces that he wants to kill all mutants, he may not be able to implement his order." Charles said with a smile: "The politicians in Congress will only weigh the pros and cons. , Agree or obstruct. Most of the domestic government orders have passed through the interests of major groups. You may not know that money can indeed change many things, such as the official regulations on mutants. In other words, we must truly To achieve the goal of protecting mutants, the only way to control those scheming politicians in Congress is to change all laws and regulations that are not conducive to mutants.”

Eric fell silent for a long time and said, "So, this is your plan? Using money to control Congress' decisions?"

"If possible, we can even push the mutant to the position of president." Charles stared at Eric and said with a smile.

Eric snorted coldly, and said: "The idea is very good, but the reality is that you have nothing, and you are talking to me here! Charles, the same sentence, you are too naive and naive!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and said Walk.