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

In the living room of Peter's house.

Hans sat upright on the sofa in Peter's house, which was only big enough for two people, holding the coffee given by Aunt May in his hand, and looked at Aunt May seriously in front of him.

Aunt Mei leaned against the cupboard behind her, looked at Hans and said, "Your Rebecca is so cute!"

"Oh, yes!" Hans' eyes softened when he heard Aunt May's quarrel with Rebecca, "She has been very cute since she was a child." Of course, there is a prerequisite for this, the little girl likes to make trouble the most and is very fierce, he clearly remembers Every time he picks up Rebecca from school, he can always see her teacher send her out with a bitter face, and then smile bitterly at him. At that time, without the teacher telling him, he will understand that it must be Rebecca She beat up her classmate again.

Aunt May looked Hans up and down, and said, "You look very young."

Hans smiled and didn't talk to him.

Rebecca came out with her luggage, followed by Peter.

Hans turned his head and saw Rebecca coming out, his eyes fell behind her, he recognized this kid, this kid was the one with Rebecca in the shopping mall, if he guessed correctly, he was the one with the red mask Brat!He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a picky brilliance in his eyes, um, this brat... According to the results of his investigation, Spider-Man has done a lot of good things, and he can be regarded as a "vigilante" with a good reputation. Yes, standing with Rebecca is not too much of an eyesore.

"This is Uncle Hans, you've seen him before!" Rebecca turned to Peter and said.

Peter looked at the man with a mug in his hand and a serious face. Well, I've seen it before, isn't it the one who brought a bunch of burly men to arrest Rebecca in the Barton Shopping Center?He smiled and said to Hans, "Hi! We meet again! Hans... Uncle."

Hans nodded, looked at Rebecca, and said, "So, are you ready?"

Hearing this, Peter looked at Aunt Mei who was standing beside Hans, "Ah... Aunt..."

Aunt Mei raised her eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter? You seem to have something to say?"

Peter nodded.

"Let me say it!" Rebecca said with a sweet smile, "Aunt May, my mother would like to invite you and Peter to my house for Thanksgiving!"

Aunt May was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Oh, no, no!" She saw Peter's originally hopeful eyes darken, and said, "Because I asked Andrew to come to our house for the holidays, but Peter, you go to Switzerland. Rebecca's house! Since Rebecca's mother invited us, you go as a representative!"

"I'm going? I..." Peter was taken aback, seeing Aunt May winking at him, her face full of encouragement, "But, this is Thanksgiving..."

"Go! We can spend many Thanksgivings together, and Rebecca's mother won't invite you every year!" Aunt Mei said with a smile, "Besides, if you're not here, I happen to spend the holidays with Andrew. good!"

Peter choked, looked at Aunt Mei's generous expression, and said to himself, well, no wonder you support me so much and encourage me, after all, you dislike me for preventing you from celebrating the holiday alone, right?

Rebecca turned to look at Peter and asked, "Then you still go to my house?"

Peter hesitated, and said, "Well, let's go! But, should I prepare gifts or something? After all, it's the first time I'm going to your house..."

"No need, prepare some presents! My mother doesn't need anything." Rebecca shook her head, looked at Aunt Mei, and said, "Then I will take Peter away?"

Aunt Mei smiled and said, "No problem, even if you plan to keep him for a few days." She suddenly remembered something, "Ah! I forgot, how long is your school holiday?"

"Three days, including today," Peter replied.

Aunt Mei nodded in satisfaction, and said to Rebecca, "Okay! Then Peter will be in your charge for the next three days!"

"Aunt May!" Peter exclaimed dissatisfiedly, hey, what is meant is up to her!Am I a kindergarten kid?

Rebecca reached out and patted Peter on the shoulder, and said, "No problem, I will take good care of him and promise to return it as it is!"

Hans kept his gaze fixed on Peter. He listened to their conversation in silence, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said, "It's getting late! Rebecca!"

Rebecca heard the words and said cooperatively: "Okay, then let's go!"

Peter scratched his head, looked at Aunt May who was saying goodbye, and said, "Then I'm going to Rebecca's house? Is it okay for you to be alone at home? Aunt May?"

Aunt May asked angrily and amusedly: "Hey, Peter, am I a child? You usually go to school and live in school, am I not at home alone? Come on, let's go! Didn't hear Rebecca's uncle say, It's getting late? Rebecca, take Peter away!"

Rebecca smiled, reached out and pulled Peter's clothes, and said, "Let's go!" She turned and walked towards the gate.

Peter glanced at Aunt Mei reluctantly. To tell the truth, it was the first time he left home on this kind of festival when he was so old. Aunt Mei stayed alone. He also felt that he shouldn't be like this. After all, his existence has actually delayed Aunt Mei's personal life, such as dating, marriage, etc. She is not young anymore, and if he goes to university in the future, she will be even more lonely Yeah, um, so, hope she and Andrew had a great Thanksgiving.

"Okay, let's go!" Aunt Mei pouted towards the door, "Stop talking, you can't let the girl wait for you, can you?"

Peter nodded and said, "I see! Let's go!" After speaking, he chased Rebecca out the door.

Aunt Mei watched Peter disappear outside the gate with a smile. She turned her head, surprised, and asked, "Hey, both children have gone out! Why are you still..."

"Oh! Because of this!" Hans raised the coffee in his hand, looked at Aunt Mei, and said, "This is the coffee you served me, and I haven't finished it yet." He drank the coffee in the cup in one go, handed the cup to Aunt Mei, and said, "Thank you for the coffee, it's delicious!"

Aunt Mei took the coffee cup with a smile and said, "You're welcome. You are welcome to visit our house next time. By the way, please convey my apology to Rebecca's mother for not being able to accept the invitation."

Hans nodded, strode towards the door and closed it for her.

New York, Hilton Gardens.

Peter turned his head and looked out the window. After entering the community, there were gradually fewer people. Although there were beautiful villas on both sides of the road, there were no people. It looked as if no one lived here.

Hans drove the car to a villa near the hill in this community and stopped.

Rebecca, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned her head and said, "My house is here!"

"Wow! This is your house?" Peter said in admiration, "Your house is really big! Although it's not as big as Mr. Stark's house, it's still very big!"

The corner of Rebecca's mouth twitched and said, "Have you been to Mr. Stark's house?"

"Oh, no, no! Mr. Stark didn't invite me to go. But when I read the magazine interviewing him, his mansion was published. The house was built on the mountainside. It was very beautiful and looked like a castle. " Peter said, "Although he has such a house, he seldom lives in it and lives in the base most of the time."

Hans raised his eyes and glanced at Peter through the rearview mirror. This kid really adores Tony Stark.

Rebecca nodded, feeling a little jealous of Tony Stark in her heart. To be honest, Peter really liked mentioning him. She opened the door and said, "Get out of the car!"

Peter snorted, followed Rebecca out of the car and walked towards the gate of the villa.

Rebecca's villa is indeed not as big as Stark's mansion. Compared with common detached villas, this European-style building with red brick walls is only about one-third larger. It has four floors plus a basement. The rest of the land was given to the French-style garden, with short and neat bushes adorning the front and back of the villa, during which there was a glass corridor full of roses, winding from the east side of the villa to the one behind the villa. hills.

Rebecca walked to the door of the house, opened the combination lock cover and entered the code, the door slowly opened automatically, and she said to Peter: "Welcome to my house!"

Peter smiled and looked in curiously.

The purpose of entering is a hall with a huge crystal chandelier. Behind the crystal chandelier is a wooden staircase with carved handrails that will not look crowded when four people walk side by side. He raised his eyes and saw a huge oil painting hanging at the end of the stairs. Needless to say, the oil painting was so famous that Peter murmured, "This...is this the Last Supper!?"

"That's right! It's Leonardo da Vinci's "The Last Supper"! But this is a fake, not real." Rebecca glanced at Peter, smiled, and said, "Well, do you find it strange that why the Will you hang this? My mother likes this painting very much, but she couldn't buy the real one, so she hired a painter to paint a copy."

Peter nodded, walked to the center of the hall, stood in the center of the marble mosaic pattern, and looked around. There were two doors under the stairs, and a small hall could be vaguely seen inside. There seemed to be several groups of statues placed in the hall. On both sides, there are two tall carved round arches. The doors are closed. I don't know what is behind the door.All in all, the entire lobby of Rebecca's house, no, the whole house should be full of European style. For a moment, he thought he had entered some kind of European castle, not an American castle. a villa.

Rebecca walked up the stairs, turned her head to see that Peter was still in a daze, smiled, and said, "Come on! Come with me!"

Peter slightly looked up at Rebecca standing on the stairs, and asked, "Why is there no one in your house?"

"My mother should be upstairs in the living room," said Rebecca. "I'll take you to her!"

"No, what I mean is, I thought there would be many servants in your house, such as housekeepers, maids and so on! Aren't they all played like that in TV movies?" Peter asked suspiciously.

Rebecca smiled and said, "There are groups of housekeepers and maids in your Mr. Stark's house? Hurry up and go upstairs!"

Peter thought for a while, shrugged, stepped up the stairs, followed Rebecca up, and said as he walked, "I don't know! Didn't I just say that I didn't go to Mr. Stark's house, but , In the base, Mr. Stark hired a professional cleaning company to do the cleaning. As for the housekeeper and so on, there is Edwin! So, in fact, there are no maids and housekeepers in the base except for the Avengers."

"Then, why do you think my house should have a housemaid?" Rebecca asked with a smile.

Peter laughed and said, "Well! How should I put it, your house feels like I've stepped into some movie, such as Pride and Prejudice, Downton Abbey, etc. It seems that you can see the middle ages as soon as you open the door. Your maid will bring you a pot of tea."

"You usually watch a lot of movies and TV shows, and you have a big brain!" Rebecca commented, reaching out to take Peter's arm, leading him past the giant "Last Supper" painting, and turning to Step up the stairs leading to the second floor from one side, "My mother doesn't like servants, and besides, it's not suitable for me to hire a servant. Our house will be cleaned regularly, and my daily life is usually done by me and me. My mother did it by herself, so don't worry about it, there are only me and my mother in my family."

"It's just the two of you living in such a big place? What about your Uncle Hans? Doesn't he live here? Aren't you the bodyguard hired by your mother? I thought the bodyguards had to protect him personally. ? Just like I protected you before, isn't it? At least you should live here to protect you, isn't it?" Peter asked puzzled.

The two went to the corridor on the second floor. Rebecca was about to answer Peter's doubts when she turned around and saw a woman walking towards them...

The author has something to say: I really want to be made to cry by myself. I am not easy to write an extra chapter. I am very happy. I want to put it in the manuscript box and send it tomorrow morning. In the end, I found that I clicked and published it~

Therefore, tomorrow I still have to write honestly, and I can't rest.

Really... cover your face...