[Zhongyingmei] Plant girlfriend

The boy's soft brown hair rubbed against the side of my neck, coupled with his milky voice, it was like a little milk dog whimpering in my ears.

To be honest, I'm almost overwhelmed!

No, I want to keep my integrity!I tried my best to hold back the hands that wanted to hug the boy, pressed the boy's shoulders and pushed him away a little.

The boy's eye sockets were slightly red, and tears rolled in his eyes, trying not to shed them.

God!I covered my heart, seeing the pitiful look of my little brother, my heart ached so much!

My eyes slanted, avoiding his gaze, otherwise I would feel like a crazy heartbreaker.

Anyway, I have to clarify the matter first, so I tried to use a gentle voice and said to him: "Hello! Do you know me?"

Unexpectedly, what I thought I thought was a considerate sentence would stab a hornet's nest instead.

Hearing this sentence, the young man seemed to have been hit by something, and looked at me blankly, with tears streaming down his face without knowing how to wipe them off.

I panicked, and quickly raised my hand to wipe the water on his cheeks, nervously wanting to bite my nails.

"Yes, I'm sorry, don't cry, I, I, I, I, I lost my memory and don't remember anything!"

I don't have the memory of my original body, so it's really amnesia.

Earlier I suspected that he had identified the wrong person, but now I think he may really know me, no, it is the original body.He looks about the same size as this body, but he doesn't know that he is Yuan Bo's friend, relative or boyfriend.For some reason, I subconsciously reject the last possibility.

The boy's tears still didn't stop, and he looked at me with distressed eyes while crying, as if I had suffered a lot, but I really didn't suffer much.

At this time, a handkerchief was handed between me and the boy, and I saw the owner of the handkerchief along my arm.

There was a sexy mustache around his mouth, and he looked disgusted, but his eyes and movements showed concern.

"Kid, I think you need a handkerchief to wipe the snot that's about to flow into your mouth."

nonsense!Why does a handsome guy have a runny nose when he cries!

I quietly glared at the duplicity man, and then... huh?I looked again, this man seems to be Tony Stark?iron Man?He is a regular on the news.

Noticing my scrutiny, the man smiled at me gracefully, and said narcissistically while looking distressed:

"I know it's not good to be too famous. Can I be recognized wherever I go? Are you looking at me like this because you want to sign an autograph? Little girl!"

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I held back.Iron Man appeared in Berlin, why?Of course, it is to catch Bucky, and now it is estimated that a Captain America will be added.I guess the friend Bucky mentioned earlier is probably Captain America.

Who in this world is most likely to find Bucky, I think Iron Man must be one of them.Looking at the little brother next to me who has accepted the fact, I think my chance has come.

……

Under Peter's stalking and my half-push and half-down, I smoothly kept up with Iron Man's troops.Oh, by the way, Peter is that little brother who claims to be "my" boyfriend, but unfortunately not mine.

We lived in a high-end hotel in Berlin. Peter would come to me from time to time and tell me what happened to us in the past, but I couldn't remember it. It wasn't my memory. How could I remember it?Peter was anxious and blamed himself, and tried his best to reassure me that it's okay if I can't remember, but the depression in the depths of his eyes couldn't be concealed.

It wasn't long before Peter and Tony went out, leaving Tony's assistant Happy watching me at the hotel.I knew Tony didn't trust me, and Peter's girlfriend was in Berlin out of nowhere and had lost his memory, which was too suspicious.

They walked forward, and I tied Happy with plants on the back, and secretly took a taxi to follow.

Their car was parked next to a private airport.Then out of the car comes an Iron Man and a...Spiderman...

I'm stunned, so "my" boyfriend = Peter = Peter Parker = Spiderman?That's right, right?

When I was distracted, the two of them entered the airport. In order not to let them find out, I waited for a while before following.

I found a place far away to squat, and I glanced around. On the wide airport, a dozen or so people had already started fighting, and the battle was fierce.

I was the first to notice "my" little boyfriend in a tight red and blue uniform.Among all the male superheroes, he looks particularly nimble and small. It's not that he is thin, but that he is still in the growth stage, not so tall and strong. His body is smooth and strong, and every muscle is just right, showing a vigorous youth. Vigorous.

Looking at it, I almost couldn't look away.

Bucky is there too, and he's clearly Peter's antagonist.The side headed by Captain America seems to want to leave by plane, while the side headed by Iron Man is intercepting. The two sides fought fiercely, but neither killed them.

I roughly figured out everyone's camp, then opened my palm and looked at the seeds in my palm, showing a sinister smirk.

While they were engaged in the fight, I closed the distance bit by bit. At this time, the US team had the upper hand and was approaching the plane. I threw a few seeds at the side of "my" dear boyfriend.In an instant, there seemed to be green flames spreading rapidly in the air. In fact, they were countless vines stretched out in mid-air, layer upon layer, silently wrapping around their hands, legs and torsos.Then, including Peter, it fell on the ground. It looked a bit like a big shame play, especially Peter in tights. He had a beautiful figure and his hands and feet were bound by tentacle-like vines. It was almost impossible to see.

The vines can't limit them for long, at most they can break free after a few seconds, but in this case, a few seconds are enough, Bucky and the others are already near the plane.

The moment I shot, I turned around and ran, Bucky was too far away, I couldn't run over, so I had to run outside the airport.

As I expected, I didn't run away, as long as Bucky escaped, if he was caught, the consequences would be much worse.

Looking at the group of Tony who surrounded me, I swallowed nervously and said hello.

Tony looked at me condescendingly with a serious face, without speaking.

Peter stood in front of me weakly, and defended me weakly:

"Margaret has lost her memory, she...she..."

In the middle of speaking, he couldn't continue speaking, and turned his head to look at me worriedly through the mask.

Don't ask me how I saw his worry through the mask, because the pair of big white eyes on the mask are drooping slightly at the moment, looking cute and cute.

I suddenly became less nervous, and my intuition told me that they shouldn't do anything to me.

Look, the curly-haired sexy big sister behind Tony winked at me.Besides, I'm still underage.

Sure enough, although Tony's face was always stinky, he didn't mean to deal with me, but just asked me some questions.

"Miss White, you should know that the Winter Soldier is a criminal wanted by the United Nations. He killed the king of Wakanda. He should be sanctioned." He said and motioned me to look at the current Black Panther King next to him.

The tall black youth clenched his fists, with suppressed anger in his eyes.

I've been hanging out with Bucky a while ago, there's no way he's the killer.

I said seriously: "I can't deny that Bucky killed many innocent people under the control of Hydra, but your father, the former king of Wakanda, definitely did not kill him. We were in Bucharest during that time, no Left. He was framed, I can assure you."

I looked T'Challa straight in the eye and wanted to tell him that everything I said was true.I have no other way to prove it other than this.

……

After telling everything I knew, Peter and I were sent home.The punishment for me is not completely absent, the black widow, that is, the sexy and beautiful big sister Natasha, said that since I have had contact with Hydra, I will be secretly monitored for a period of time.

This punishment is almost nothing to me who has been under the watchful eye of Hydra for several months.

Back in Queens, New York, I felt that everything around me was familiar, including the small house left to me by "my parents". I only attributed this feeling to the original owner's sense of reservation, without thinking too much.

Until I saw a diary in "my" bedroom drawer - it was written in Chinese.

The author has something to say: I don’t know why, but I always write less than [-] words ╮(︶﹏︶)╭