Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

In the early morning of the second day, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the bedroom of the rental house, coating the snow-coloured eyelashes and the pale and delicate face with a layer of warm gold.

The fluct light's biological clock woke her up at five o'clock without fail. She opened her eyes and found that she was sleeping with another person, and her soft white hair covered the bed.

She used to sleep on the same bed by herself. She didn't know that she had such a habit. Perhaps it was because her body was cold, or it might be because it was too cold at night. She would unconsciously approach warm objects, and that's why Wanda hugged her like a pillow. inside.

Little Baaluo raised her eyelashes and looked at the brown-haired girl's closed eyes in the soft morning light. She seemed to have had a nightmare, her expression was not relaxed at all, and she was even flustered.

Yaoguang gently brushed away her long messy hair, and untied the entangled hair of the two of them. He did not leave Wanda in a hurry, but stretched out his soft arms to hug each other tightly.

The little girl who looked like a jade carving gently closed her eyes and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I am here and I will protect you."

Perhaps it was because she had received too much information in the past few days, or she was too exhausted fighting the Avengers. Wanda did not wake up unexpectedly. She was immersed in a dream, and then turned around and buried her face in the fluct light snow. In the white hair.

Fluctuation looked at her quietly, her hair was scattered beside the pillow, she was not as cold and unkind as when she was neatly dressed, she even looked like a soft little girl.

But logically speaking, Baaluo should go to morning class at this time, but she doesn't want to leave Wanda's side.

In the past in Chunyang Palace, every day when Yaoguang woke up, his hands and feet would be cold, and there were seldom such warm times.

I don't know how long it took, but only a few minutes later, Yaoguang drew out his sword, cut off the strand of hair that was held down by Wanda with the sharp blade, changed into his school uniform and got up.

As soon as she opened the door, she bumped into the silver-haired young man standing at the door holding a water glass. The fluttering light smelled of fried eggs, probably the silver-haired young man had prepared breakfast, so he came to wake them up, but he didn't know that he was standing at the door After a while, there was a little strangeness in the eyes looking at Xiaobaaluo.

"Good morning, brother, thank you for the milk you prepared."

Yaoguang took the water glass of his mobile phone and found that it was warmed milk, so he drank it straight away, and reminded him by the way: "Don't listen to evil, stand in front of the boudoir and eavesdrop on the whispers of the two girls' boudoir. It's not what a gentleman does."

The Fluctlight who just woke up was not as indifferent as when she was awake. She was wearing a big adult shirt and nestled in Wanda's arms. become foggy.

So this reminder sounds a lot like coquetry.

Peter Robbie measured the size of the fluctuating light, and said calmly: "That's right, but you're not considered a girl."

A fluctuating light that is less than 1.2 meters eight: "..."

That's right, fluctlights are slower to develop and shorter than their peers due to their frailty and illness.

Unlike the overly bright living room, the bathroom was very dimly lit, and the flutter lights could not be seen clearly. By the time she finished washing and groping, Wanda had already left the rental house.

Pietro had probably just cleaned the room, and Fluctlight noticed that the strand of hair she had cut off with the sword was gone.

The silver-haired young man had already finished his breakfast and was about to go out to work. He even left a note for Xiao Baaluo in a decent manner, telling her to wait for him to come back at home.

Yaoguang put the note into the pear silk bag and said: "I said, I want to go to the dessert shop with you."

Pietro sighed, and pointed to the Chunyang school uniform on Little Baaluo's body: "You will be watched, it's too eye-catching, and I don't want to be discovered by S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fluctlight tilted his head disapprovingly, his short white hair was a little fluffy at the end, making this action look full of joy: "It's not a problem."

She observed Wanda's dress and found that as long as she hides the pendant and headgear of the school uniform, the rather simple school uniform looks like an ordinary skirt.

Watching the exquisite and gorgeous ornaments disappear into the air, Pietro's pupils shrank involuntarily, and his muscles, shocked by this ability somewhat similar to chaos magic, tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

After about three seconds, the silver-haired young man realized that this seemed to represent a kind of honesty rather than danger, so he relaxed again, and he closed the door gently, and in the sound of the lock being locked, Fluke heard him say: "Okay, I knew there was nothing I could do with you, and I hope the boss won't fire me because of this."

Of course, the boss would not fire him because of this. After all, Kuaiyin and Wanda are responsible for the appearance of the dessert shop. They contract about one-fifth of the cake sales of the cake shop every month.

So facing Shengshi Meiyan's fluttering light and Shengshi Meiyan's Kuaiyin, the boss had no doubts about what the siblings said: "Pietro, is this your other sister? No wonder the color of one eye is not right, so it is Mixed blood."

Pietro replied without changing his face: "Her mother is on a business trip, and Wanda and I will take care of her during this time."

After finishing speaking, he said nervously, "I'm sorry boss, I know it's working hours, but Fluctlight won't cause you any trouble, just let her wait for me at the cash register."

The chubby boss gave Yaoguang a small piece of strawberry mousse with a smile, and sent the little girl to sit beside the glass window decorated with flowers and European-style candlesticks. It’s better to sit by the glass window and eat dessert brightly.”

Pietro was a little hesitant. Looking at the little princess-like flutter sitting upright in front of the window, he always felt that something was wrong: "Would this bother you too much?"

"It's not me that's in trouble, it's your beautiful sister."

The boss patted the silver-haired young man on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You are a good brother and a good employee, but Pietro, you don't know, Wanda hasn't come for a few days, and the young boys in the nearby universities are not active in buying cakes. "

Pietro: "?????" You say it again?

The boss winked at Pietro and said with emotion: "Pietro, your two younger sisters will be able to make their debut in Hollywood when they grow up a bit, you enviable kid, I swear all the men in New York want to be you Brother-in-law."

Sister-in-law Pietro remained expressionless: "Well, hehe."

He probably understood why the boss turned a blind eye to Wanda who was in a trance, and even thoughtfully asked her to take a break. After all, beautiful girls are scarce resources in society.

Pietro, who is also a scarce resource, changed into the apron of the cake shop, ready to start a day's life as a waiter.

Then the first guest walked in the door.

——Rocky's cat ear hairline dividing line——

Clint Barton, the Avenger Hawkeye, a perfect archer, when his comrades interpreted Wakanda all night trying to find clues to Zhenjin, Clint, who knew nothing about small African languages, decided to come out and buy a cake.

"Don't ask, the question is that I have used my brain too much and need to add sugar. Wakanda is as complicated as Chinese."

Clint waved his hands at the doctor and Natasha smartly: "Go on, I went out to buy breakfast, didn't I see Tony's little antiques sitting next to me and ate three cakes without making a sound? Me and Xiao Arlo needs cupcakes and donuts for energy, and I want to get out and get some air."

He didn't wear a uniform, and was injured because he was disturbed by a silver-haired kid in a mission a few days ago. Although the regenerative cradle technology and the hemostasis powder have basically prevented his wounds from affecting his actions, he still needs to keep breathing for a short time.

"At first, I wanted to tell him that I had the order number of the cake shop. It seems that he wants to go out to get some air by himself."

Tony turned a page of a piece of information and said without looking up: "Go to the store I often go to, the one with a huge poster bust of me on top of my head, by the way, little bird, remember to bring it for me. Two donuts, Arlo wants mango mousse."

Clint, who had already walked outside the door, closed the door heavily, and shouted at him: "You will be reimbursed, big money."

The big money raised his head from a pile of Wakanda Common Language materials, and said calmly: "That store is mine, and I have to correct it. Wakanda Common Language is much simpler than Chinese, and these are all difficult. Down with me and Bruce."

With two dark circles under his eyes, Dr. Banner glanced at him faintly: "I'm going to rest, and the one who will continue to study this with you will be the big guy, not me."

He fell asleep on the sofa, and Clint found the dessert shop Tony mentioned in the business district.

Unexpectedly, this store has no Tony Stark style at all, the decoration is not exaggerated, and there is not a particularly large flow of people. Apart from the owner and customers, there is only a silver-haired young man in the store, who is placing desserts in front of the window.

Pietro's speed was very fast, so Clint didn't realize that he was the silver-haired kid who was messing with him in the mission, at most he felt that the silver-haired boy was a little familiar.

"Two strawberry candy donuts, a small piece of mango mousse, four more croissants, and a bottle of fresh jam."

Clint knocked on the transparent window, trying to attract the attention of the young man who was concentrating on arranging the desserts. After the other party raised his head, he smiled gently and gave him a friendly wink: "Young man, your hair color is nice and trendy. .”

I haven't noticed just now that the waiter in the store is so handsome, and the stubble is very sexy. No wonder there are a group of young girls around the door of the store. He managed to squeeze in by bypassing the group of little girls who were taking pictures with cakes. .

The silver-haired young man showed a startled expression. He looked quite calm, and he was so easily scared. He really was a kid pretending to be mature.

Clint touched his smooth chin: the young man's brows have always been shrouded in melancholy, and his blue eyes are strangely beautiful, but he has some stubble at a young age.

"...Wait a minute sir, are you talking to me?"

The handsome waiter paused for a moment, as if he suddenly realized that he had asked some stupid question and felt a little embarrassed, he unconsciously avoided Clint's sight, coughed lightly, and said, "Sorry, you want some What?"

"Two strawberry candy donuts, a small piece of mango mousse, four more croissants, and a bottle of fresh jam."

Clint's teasing eyes fell on his tall nose bridge: "Also, I'm indeed talking to you, and the hair color of everyone else is not so special, is it?"

Fluctuate: "..."