Marvel's Priest

"Well, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Natasha asked Nina who was standing by the closet picking up clothes while packing the drawers.

The hospital has been handed over to the engineering team of the Stark Group. Nina took advantage of her free time and invited a few friends to her home to ask these little sisters to help move. She was really too lazy to find a moving company.

The moving company won't help you pack the clothes in the closet or the things in the drawers, and there are a lot of things in her house that no one can see, so Nina might as well find someone familiar, which would be more convenient.

At least they won't change into one hundred thousand. Why?

"What's wrong with you?" Nina thought Natasha's question was a bit unclear and asked back.

"Aren't you upset that your house was smashed into this for no reason? You still want to move it yourself."

Nina thought for a while and said nonchalantly: "No, I even want to laugh a little bit. In fact, I have wanted to move for a long time."

To be honest, this community was one of the worst she had ever lived in. It was worse than the slums she rented. It was also called a great community for middle-class families. It was simply a gathering place for all kinds of weirdos. It was a pain in the ass to have a lot of idle people.

The grass in the courtyard was not cut, and the uncle next door immediately called the police and complained to her. The clinic was open normally, and another person reported that she had ulterior motives. She even put a rug on the lawn, and the property manager came to her door to warn her that she was not allowed to do so. In this way, items cannot be dried

The reason is very simple. Hanging clothes = there is no dryer at home. There are poor people in poor communities = the price of houses has dropped.

This is the first time Nina has seen this kind of genius logic.

She came back from time travel and brought her own high-end apartment with a balcony to bask in. No one cared about it. Even if it was a villa in a wealthy area that Qizui bought her and a swimming pool built for her, the property management didn't say anything nonsense and even called her. , asked if it would be too noisy and would affect rest, and should I book a hotel?

Nina can only sum up this middle-class community in one sentence: too many weird things and too many bullshit.

After hearing Nina's indifferent answer, Natasha knew that time had not come yet and blood could not be collected for the time being.

Nina rarely carries a bag when she goes out. She doesn't know if there is such a thing as an aunt. She can only analyze it from Nina's words and deeds. It is obvious that she has not reached the irritable stage.

She didn't dare to come openly now. The lesson she learned last time was unforgettable in her mind. She still wanted to try harder, try to secretly get some blood and run away. If it really didn't work, she would have a showdown with Nina. Anyway, there was no harm in it.

While thinking about things and tidying up, Natasha opened the last drawer. What she found was not some women's supplies or electric shock guns. It was a safe, perfectly embedded in the big drawer: "What is this?"

"No documents and ill-gotten gains." Nina thought about it in her mind and answered the question. It was filled with things left by her predecessor. This safe is probably the item that has been with her the longest, apart from the magic book. She didn't continue talking about the safe and changed the subject: "How are you packing it over there? I've already picked it up here."

She didn't have much makeup, just some sunscreen and moisturizer, and a few perfumes. Cosmetics are not a good thing, they will accelerate skin aging. In Nina's mind, spraying perfume is no different than salted fish. Her purpose of buying perfume is just to cover up the smell of clothes.

When clothes are dried in the dryer, the smell of laundry detergent and the unique smokey smell of baking are 100% unpleasant.

"Okay, it's the safe." Natasha glanced at the black box subconsciously and almost suffered an occupational disease when she opened the safe. This is how people do it. The more you stop her, the more curious she becomes and the more she wants to do something mean.

"Wait for me." Nina carried the suitcase in one hand and reached into the drawer with the other hand. She grabbed a safe like a basketball and walked downstairs. Kristen and Jessica stood on the first floor and looked at each other. , gay in gay is angry.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two people who were about to kiss each other immediately distanced themselves from each other. They acted as if nothing had happened, with smiles on their faces, and they just had their arms around each other. Nina didn't know if the two of them were naturally at odds with each other. Whenever they got together, they disliked each other and almost started to fight on the spot.

Natasha, who was holding two rectangular boxes and a small cosmetic bag, saw the three of them interacting and felt a sense of gayness coming to her face. She couldn't help but silently complained in her heart: "Sinful women are like this among students nowadays." Don’t think about it back then?”

As she thought about it, a junior sister with short silver hair popped into her mind, as if she was like this back then.

After throwing some personal items into the car, Nina handed the keys to the Stark Engineering Team and asked them to restore it to look like brand new so that she could sell it easily.

Then she drove to Queens. The apartment was fully equipped with furniture and other items. She didn't need to move there specially. She only needed to grab her personal clothes and supplies, and she could move in directly. That was because she was afraid of being perverted, otherwise Nina could leave her clothes. Throw it away, it's not worth much anyway.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, Kristen saw the only door at the end of the corridor. She couldn't help but wonder: "Why is the layout of your floor so strange? There is no one else."

Generally speaking, when you get out of the elevator on an apartment floor, you can see rows of doors. There is only one door on this floor. Could it be that there is a secret hidden there or the corridor is shared?

"Uh, this floor is my home." Nina looked a little embarrassed. To be honest, she didn't know why the area of ​​her apartment had more than quadrupled after the renovation, and no one was taking care of it. It was probably S.H.I.E.L.D. The branch agents used their hands and feet to turn an apartment into a mansion for her, making her stand out from the crowd.

"" Jessica looked like she had seen God, as if she had met Nina all over again.

When the contract was signed in the previous air crash, the contract was signed in a single room, and Nina did not publicize this incident.

Seeing Nina living in a big house wherever she goes, Jessica realizes this time, she is a rich senior girl

Kristine and Natasha didn't say anything. They were used to it. The former knew that his little sister had the courage to buy a hospital for charity, and the latter knew Nina's annual income, so they both seemed very calm.

"You're welcome, just treat it as your own home." Nina put down the box full of clothes and walked to the utility room with the safe: "There are snacks in the refrigerator, and the ones in the living room are single-pane glass so you can't see inside. Well, feel free to do it."

The friends she knew basically wore very cool clothes when they arrived at home or in the dormitory. They were basically the same as in the boys' dormitory, just a pair of pants, but they would wear a short-sleeved shirt or a shirt on their upper body, so they didn't wear zouguang.

But this time the three of them did not move. Instead, they looked at each other in a very tacit understanding, followed Nina quietly, and lay at the door of the utility room to eavesdrop. They had always been very concerned about the safe.

Nina has never let go of this thing since it left the dresser drawer, making her so nervous. All three of them expressed interest in what was hidden inside.

Christine: "Is it a wild fantasy weapon?"

Natasha: "Is it some strange magical creation?"

Jessica: "Is it a senior photo of me?"

Curiosity is like a cat, tickling their hearts