Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man

Chapter 126 Bar
He took a sip of his cocktail, then leaned into her ear and said
"Whoever of you can take down my brother today, the money will belong to him."

The beauty glanced at him, bit his ear and said
"What if we take them all?"

Ye Qingyang laughed, patted her and said
"Then double it!"

"Okay, brother, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, this beauty also squeezed to the little spider's side, she was not in a hurry to lean her body up, it seemed too cheap.

Just kidding, which of the beauties who often hang around here doesn't have two brushes, or who will pay for the drinks in the bar?
At this moment, Peter Parker couldn't even talk about Saturday, he kept staring at the girl's small waist wearing a belly button, and the smell of alcohol and perfume mixed into his nose.

He couldn't help asking

"You wear so little, you will catch a cold when you go out later."

"Pfft-"

The girl in fishnet stockings laughed out loud, and this boy was so silly and cute that she was too embarrassed to do it.

"Handsome guy, you don't drink, you don't dance, don't you want to be here—"

The girl in fishnet stockings took the initiative and entangled herself like a beautiful snake. The little spider's body stiffened instantly, and the skin on his thigh made him unable to hold on.

Not to mention that there was a good-looking girl in shorts with snow-white thighs showing by her side. When the light was turned off, the little spider could see the reflection on the big white legs.

The two girls squeezed the little spider in the middle, Peter was dazed by the perfume, and on both sides were the girls' long, slender legs.

"Handsome guy, why don't you talk? Seeing that you are wearing glasses, you are still a college student, right?"

Seeing that the little spider was not taking the initiative at all, the beauty in shorts immediately became anxious. She wondered if the boy wearing glasses had some physical problems.

How dare the little spider look at the two girls seriously, he has never been to these places, and he doesn't know what to say to the girls he has never met.

"Well, I'll buy you a drink."

The little spider really couldn't find a topic, so he held back for a long time to say something.

He looked up to find Ye Qingyang, but Ye Qingyang's seat was already empty, only a stack of banknotes on the table left.

The little spider became a little anxious immediately, he couldn't deal with these two experienced nightclub girls, so he hurriedly pushed the two girls away and walked out.

"Don't go, handsome boy!"

The two girls were still not reconciled, and wanted to reach out to hold him, but the little spider couldn't hold him back at all, so they could only watch him slip away.

The two girls sat back dejectedly, and were about to start scolding, but when they saw the pile of US dollars on the table, they swallowed their curse words.

After counting, there were more than 6000 people, and they were overjoyed that they had made money without being fired, which really killed two birds with one stone.

The yushu stood tall outside, and the snow fell a little harder. The little spider shivered suddenly from an environment of more than 20 degrees to minus ten degrees.

After calling a taxi, the little spider returned to the rental house, perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, he did not suffer from insomnia as usual, but fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Qingyang?
He has been flying around in the Mark 4 mecha for a long time. The growth of the little spider did not happen overnight. Before he was at that age, he would never experience that special feeling. Life really needs experience. If you don’t have time to settle, others experience is just empty talk.

This is his first snowfall in the Marvel world, so he has to live a meaningful life, wandering in the night sky of New York, watching the snowflakes constantly falling from the sky, he is a little confused.

"Paul, call for me—"

Suddenly, he stopped talking, because at this moment, he felt that he didn't know who to call. There were many confidante in his phone list, but none of them could really approach his heart and make him open his heart.

It's like a midnight dream, you've had too much to drink, who do you most want to call?

Wife?

friend?

It's still her—

In the end, Ye Qingyang chose to dial a number

"Betty?"

"What's the matter honey?"

Betty's voice was a little lazy, obviously just waking up from sleep.

"I have cigarettes here, do you have alcohol?"

Ye Qingyang saw her naked appearance in his mind, and his heart suddenly became hot.

Betty looked at the fluttering university outside, stretched comfortably under the quilt and said

"Not only wine, but also beauties."

Ye Qingyang reckoned that if there was no moon tonight, he would have turned into a werewolf by screaming up to the sky.

"Full power!"

Ye Qingyang's voice trembled a little. He felt that if he didn't move, he would explode!

An hour later, Ye Qingyang also leaned lazily on the head of the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling the changing shape in his hand, Ye Qingyang felt that he had returned to the real world.

Sure enough, a man will become a philosopher as soon as he is free, and he will not think about things until he is busy.

Betty crawled out of the quilt, trying to return the mouthful of Wangzai milk to Ye Qingyang, but after trying several times, Ye Qingyang held her head down and couldn't move.

Betty Ross turned over with her mouth puffed out and spat out the expired milk under the bed, then said dissatisfiedly
"It's so unfair. You can only give it to me, but I'm not allowed to give it to you—"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Qingyang bit her small mouth.

The high-pitched soprano voice overwhelmed the cold wind outside, flying over the neighborhood in a mad and drunken state, wondering if the neighbor next door who was still in a dream was awakened.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute—"

Betty's voice was choked up, as if a silver bell was ringing softly in her ears, Ye Qingyang's soul seemed to be lying in an inescapable love net, immersed in the scent of her perfume, quiet, soft, erratic.

Betty's face was flushed with red, as if she had drunk a century-old wine.

Ye Qingyang ignored Betty's obstruction, put his lips close to her round earlobe, and kissed on the crystal pendant. The round jade ear was more crystal clear than the crystal, but was overwhelmed by her black hair.

Ye Qingyang also buried his face in that beautiful hair, he took a deep breath, the fragrance of his hair was mixed with deodorant, making Ye Qingyang feel like he had inhaled a tablet.

The black curtain outside the window hangs down, the dark clouds are densely covered, and the strong wind gathers the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the city, the snowflakes are like soft silk threads, connecting the whole world.

The white, soft and weak snowflakes, just like Betty in Ye Qingyang's arms at the moment, kept trembling in the wind, being blown into the sky for a while, and seemed to fall into the mud for a while.

Her voice was intermittent, like nothing, just like the gurgling water under the ice layer, more like the sobbing of the cold wind blowing through the eaves.

(End of this chapter)