Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"How could that be?" Song Fang said, "No matter whether you change or not, my parents and I will still like you."

"is it?"

Raven responded calmly.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many cars and pedestrians in front of him, Song Fang glanced at her.

Unfortunately, Ruiwen was turning her head to look out the window, and Song Fang couldn't see her face.

"Since you like them both, then... which one do you like more?" Raven's voice was muffled, "At least Mom will like me more the way I am now."

"Riven, do you like cats?"

Song Fang asked her.

Raven was a little confused, so she answered honestly: "I like it."

"I like them too. But compared to flat-faced cats like Persians and Garfields, I prefer cats with three-dimensional faces. The short-faced British cats are too big, and I don't catch a cold too much. Orange cats are cute but too edible. As for the hairless cat, oh, sorry, please forgive me that I really can’t accept this aesthetic." Song Fang shrugged, "But I will always have only one emperor, the lovely and respectable Lord Butter."

Raven let out a laugh. Butter is his family cat, a combination of Persian cat and local orange cat. It has fully inherited the excellent genes of its parents. Its face is so flat that it is only two-dimensional, its long yellow hair is majestic, and its chin wishes it had three layers. It accounted for three-quarters of the traits Song Fang disliked in cats.

But Song Fang is usually the most diligent in shoveling shit.

"Everyone has their own aesthetics." Song Fang continued, "Some people like tall people, some people like red hair, and some people think the freckles on their cheeks are cute, but they are all for outsiders. Facing your own family, No matter what he is like, there is always only one word, and that is 'good'.

"Riven, you are their child just like me. So neither they nor I have feelings for you as simple as 'like'. We love you, Raven, so no matter what you look like, we like it all."

"Well. I understand."

Raven lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows under her eyes. "But once outsiders are around, I still have to put on a disguise to see them, right?"

"This is to protect you." Song Fang sighed, "Sorry, I don't like this very much. Look, I copied your ability, can't I show the transformation process in front of outsiders? But there is no way. Once someone is Discovering your secret and mine could put our lives in danger.

"But, Raven, I promise you, one day, I will give you a world, a world where you can show your blue skin in the sun.

"Trust me, okay?"

Raven sniffed and tried to smile: "Brother, what's the point of your statement? Is that the word you made up yourself?"

"Second Grade 2?" Song Fang smiled awkwardly, "Don't tell me, he's quite Grade 2. I'm getting goosebumps."

"It's okay. Brother, aren't you in the second grade of middle school?"

"After all, is this really true?"

The brother and sister were laughing and joking, and the atmosphere in the car finally became lively again.

After driving for about an hour, the two finally arrived at their destination.

"Fang, here!"

Charles waved to the two.

Under his command, Song Fang parked the car and got out of the car with Ruiwen.

As soon as he saw Raven, Charles was shocked: "Riven, you are so beautiful today."

Then his eyes were glued to Ruiwen and couldn't get down.

"uh-huh!"

Song Fang cleared his throat.

Hey, hey, that's too much, future professor.

Although in the movie you and Mystique grew up together and had a good relationship, now I am Raven's brother.

My brother’s status cannot be challenged! snort!

"Hello Charles." Rui Wen smiled sweetly, holding Song Fang's arm and snuggling up to him.

Song Fang expressed his satisfaction.

Charles noticed his gaffe, quickly looked away, and led Song Fang and Ruiwen into the stadium.

There were already people playing on the court, and it was obvious that friendship came first and competition came second. There were a few people sitting in the rest area next to the arena, happily chatting and eating snacks.

They are all Charles' seniors and have good personal relationships with Charles. Some of them had fathers who also worked at Armageddon Research Facility. Today they met to play ball and called Charles out. Charles also called the Song Fang brothers and sisters over.

This is what Charles thinks: After the last charity gala, Charles' stepfather greatly praised Song Fang's father's achievements in the professional field and hoped to cooperate with his Machu Picchu Research Institute. However, Armageddon is an official research institution, and Charles' stepfather alone will definitely not be able to say that. If more researchers can realize the value of Song Fang's father and Machu Picchu, the cooperation between the two parties will definitely be smoother.

Without any reason, it would be a bit awkward to directly bring several researchers together to meet. If the children have established good personal relationships, then the communication between the parents will be more smooth.

So after confirming that the participants were all sensible people, Charles sent an invitation to Song Fang.

After Song Fang arrived, the situation was indeed as Charles expected. Song Fang's attitude is gentle but not humble, he has a stand but is not hurtful, and his conversation is witty and humorous. He can pick up on anyone from all over the world, and he can ensure that he does not steal anyone's limelight. He quickly won the favor of senior Charles. their unanimous praise.

Ruiwen on the side is even more like a little angel, people can't help but get close to her when they see her.

But every time someone tried to get close to Ruiwen, Song Fang had to say something to draw that person's attention away from Ruiwen. This made Charles very confused, and he never found a suitable opportunity to ask Song Fang, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Fang glanced at him secretly and couldn't help but smile. It is a natural right as an older brother to shoot away all the potential brats who have ideas for his own girl. Charles doesn’t have a sister in this timeline, so he can’t understand it.

"You guys had a good chat."

A young man in his early twenties walked down the court carrying a club. "Primo."

Song Fang held the hand he extended. "Song Fang."

"Oh, I heard your conversation. Song is your surname, right?" The young man said with a smile, "Would you like to come and play?"

"No, I haven't had much contact with golf."

"It's okay, we're not competing anyway." Primo smiled, "Did you see that kid over there? Yes, it's the one putting on the green. It's a par-3 hole, and he's already made ten strokes. Now, I'm making strokes for the eleventh shot. You dare to spend a whole day on the golf course like that, what are you afraid of?"

"Then I'll show my shame."

Song Fang smiled and went on the court without any hesitation, holding the pole and ball.

"This is your stepfather's favorite partner recently?" Primo asked Charles softly.