Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

It never occurred to me that I would have to sell my appearance even at such a young age.

Captain Fidel sighed deeply, and slowly changed to a prone position, his eyes as beautiful as Bahamian sea water slightly lifted up, reflecting the blushing and obsessed faces outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as countless faces that were perfectly aligned. His phone camera.

Human beings are becoming more and more unreasonable.The blue-eyed cat, who is so beautiful that he has no friends, raises his paws and licks the fur on the tip of the paws gracefully. The fluffy tail is swaying behind him, and the long and fine fur is as warm and bright as gold in the sun. The luster is so warm and fluffy that people can't help but feel itchy when they look at it, and want to touch with their own hands whether the long white hair like clouds is as soft as imagined.

However, looking at the decoration in the store through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the classical and graceful atmosphere, as well as the tantalizing but mysterious and distant scent of spices, all of them have a somewhat daunting sense of aloofness and distance. It seems that even those The tea sets in the glass cabinets and the ceramic pots containing the tea are all written with "expensive" from head to toe, making those who are about to move hesitate to stop at the door of the store, as if there is some forbidden place behind the door.

Just when they kept imagining in their minds how silky and dense the cat behind the floor-to-ceiling windows would be, a pair of hands completed the thing they kept imagining in their heads—the hands hugged the lying cat First, put it on your lap, bury your fingertips in the thick fur, and stroke it smoothly from the top of the head to the back, then gently scratch the cat's chin with one hand, and draw the other hand from the base of the tail to the cat. Brushed to the tip of the tail, the stroked fur looks smoother and glistens under the sun. The cat is obviously extremely comfortable being stroked by this skillful technique, and it soon becomes reluctant to touch it from the very beginning. Wanting to twist and escape, he raised his head and half-closed his eyes. Those dazzling eyes narrowed into a slit, and the line of the mouth was pulled up because of the movement of lifting the chin, adding a bit of coquettishness. The cuteness of acting like a baby.

They watched the cat so comfortable that it took the initiative to rub the sleeves of the boy who was stroking it, and they could hardly control their envious eyes. They just wanted to drag out the boy who was obviously a shop assistant in a shirt and vest and replace them with their own bodies. Buried his face in the fluffy belly that turned out and rubbed hard... Oh!God!That boy actually pinched its meat pad, that soft pink, soft meat pad that looked like a soft, bouncy little pudding!

Even though their hearts were already screaming like fireworks, Peter, who was stroking Captain Fidel's long hair happily through the floor-to-ceiling windows, didn't know anything. I don't know if it was because of the water and soil of the cat kingdom that Captain Fidel's hair was bigger than he touched. Any cat I've ever lived will be fine and smooth, and the pads are also flawless pink and dry and cool, like pudding just taken out of the refrigerator, even if it is slapped on the face——

Slapped in the face?

After being slapped several times on the face by Captain Fidel, Peter realized that he could not resist the charm of Mao Mao and blue eyes again. Halfway through the work, he started to fish and masturbate, but was attacked by him all morning. Captain Fidel, who has fought three times, has basically given up struggling and let him toss. Only those eyes full of lovelessness faintly reveal the innermost feelings of this once invincible knight leader at this time. What a breakdown.

The end of the hero, the end of the hero.

Captain Fidel leaned back on the table with difficulty and covered his face with his paws. He couldn't understand why the wave after wave of onlookers outside the floor-to-ceiling windows screamed in amazement because of one of his movements. He could only feel sad. Sighing that the cat is old and can't keep up with the changes of the human age, he weakly allows Peter to put on a beautiful royal blue bow tie on it.

"It's really suitable for you." Peter tried his best to restrain himself and only touched the top of Captain Fidel's head. Fortunately, Chris seemed to have something to do in the morning and stayed on the second floor without knowing what he was busy with, otherwise he was so distracted just now. The work efficiency of almost smashing two more teacups will be kicked out nine times out of ten.

I can't be so decadent anymore!

Peter patted himself on the cheek with a bright and lovable smile, pushed open the store door and shouted to the crowd holding up their mobile phones, "Want to come in for tea? You block the sun from it."

After being called out by him, most of the people who were passing by to watch dispersed, and the rest of them looked at each other and walked into the shop with a feeling of apprehension.

Just treat it as an occasional luxury.They thought so and sat on the sofa warmed by the sun, the vague fragrance lingered and made them calm down a lot, and they could calm down when facing the tea list that Peter brought out, some He also smiled and asked if there is any dessert that can be served with tea.

"Dessert..." Peter was about to answer no, when he heard Chris laughing behind him, "Can only freshly made donuts be okay?"

The young man walking down with a tray caught the eyes of many guests. His smoke-gray hair and light-colored eyes are not common. A shirt vest with the same style and different fabric as Peter outlines a sexy slender waist and long legs, but At this moment, in their eyes, the sexiest thing was the donuts on the tray in his hand.

It is the simplest basic donut without deliberately making any special patterns. The burnt yellow ring-shaped snacks are sprinkled with thick frosting, just like the white snow that falls on the Christmas tree at Christmas. It is not cumbersome, but because the soft and fluffy snow-white icing dilutes the sweet visual effect brought by the burnt yellow of the donut itself.Of course, this light layer of icing can't stop the almost destructive sweet aroma from spreading in the store. It's just a plate of donuts, but it seems to make people fall into a candy house in a fairy tale. Everything is stained. The color of a dream.

Oddly enough, even the girls who were on a diet took one and put it in their mouths, because the instant the icing was still warm, it was contrasted with a strange refreshing coolness, and there was no cream or other fillings to make it sweeter. The soft but slightly chewy taste of the donut itself is more prominent. Before you know it, the little donut has been eaten into your stomach, just like eating a fairytale dream. Even confessing the added calories didn’t feel guilty, so I couldn’t help but lick the icing on the corner of my mouth, and nodded vigorously when Chris said with a smile, “This is the best donut in New York.”

"Ma'am, it's delicious!" Peter's eyes widened and his cheeks bulged. Chris rubbed the hair on his head—just like he just rubbed Captain Fidel, and then Chris was holding the paper in his hand. The box was handed to him and said: "Go and deliver a takeaway."

takeout?Peter saw six donuts inside through the clear plastic on the carton and asked with a wink, "Do we have a delivery business?"

He clearly remembered that Chris never delivered.

"This time the guest paid more." Sitting behind the counter, Chris took out the newspaper that he didn't have time to read in the morning, and touched Captain Fidel who walked to him and lay down.

Up to now, the aesthetics of cats still remain in the Cat Kingdom, the head of Fidel, who took His Majesty Casey as the standard, probably has a hard time understanding why his appearance, which is not even close to the edge of beauty in the Cat Kingdom, is so sought after by humans.

Peter nodded and picked up the first takeaway in the store, "Where is it delivered?" He turned over the address slip nailed to the box as he spoke, and there was an address written by Chris on the paper. Personal characteristics, sharp handwriting reveals stubbornness and coldness, after a line of writing will be marked after the last letter, Peter's tone becomes higher the more he reads, "Uh... Manhattan... s... Mr. Stark Tower? Mr. Tony Stark?!" He almost jumped up, "Chris, are you sure it's Tony Stark?! That Mr. Stark?! That, that... is—— "

His cheeks were flushed and he pulled the counter and asked non-stop. Chris shook his head and smiled and said, "That's Mr. Tony Stark, you have to send it over quickly, or the icing on it will melt."

"Hurry... hurry up with me!" Peter turned his head and rushed out the door as if his ass was on fire. Before leaving, he didn't forget to pat Commander Fidel's hair, "I'm leaving!"

Chris shook his head and smiled, pretending not to recognize how similar the figure passing through the high-rise buildings after a few seconds was to his own shop assistant, feeling young, shaking the newspaper, taking a sip of the black tea at hand, rubbing it secretly Knocked on the system that suddenly gave him a task in the morning and started to play dead.

"Tony Stark suffers from insomnia? Why don't I remember when you became so familiar with him?"

The system sat on the ground without saying a word and mocked all morning, and only now did it give Chris a reply as if the response was delayed.

[I am not familiar with him. ]

"I don't know you so concerned about his insomnia and anxiety?" Chris raised his eyebrows, "You asked me to make donuts with calming tea early in the morning, because you think I live too leisurely?"

If it wasn't for the system sending him a task early in the morning, he would have asked Peter to watch the store and go back to catch up on sleep. Why was he so tormented by this task that he made donuts all morning? I don't know where I went.

[I don't care about his insomnia anxiety problem. ] The system answered Chris's question indifferently, and then paused for a while before silently swiping the second message up.

[But Jarvis cares. ]

"Jarvis?" Chris put the teacup away and felt that he had touched some shocking gossip, "That AI butler of Tony Stark?"

[Yes. ] After the system finished answering, it calmly blocked the question behind Chris, [The system also needs its own social life, otherwise it will definitely cause bad psychological problems to you and me all day long. ]

"OK, I don't want to ask." Chris didn't try to pry too much into the system's life outside of him—just as the system never interfered with his personal life, he didn't know how smart the system was. He probably knows how far it is, "But if you have anything to share with me." Chris shrugged, "Jarvis must be very cute."

If it wasn't cute enough, how could this miserly system of ours be willing to spend private money to increase the quest so that Chris could take over the quest, otherwise, more than 90.00% of the daily quests randomly spawned by this system would be directly ignored by Chris.

[He is very cute indeed. ] The system sincerely praised his new friend, [is a young and smart little guy. ]

During the Battle of New York, the system noticed that young but extremely smart AI. Although Jarvis is only performing calculations within the established logic and has not developed a true sense of self-awareness, he is like an ignorant AI in many ways. Baby, but the system seemed to see its original self in Jarvis.

Well, it’s a bit of a stretch to put it this way, after all, the initial prototype of the system was a girl’s dress-up mobile game. In the binary world, even the grassroots can’t be regarded as a slum in a slum, and it can evolve and upgrade to this point I don’t know how much suffering and devouring how many of the same kind, and Jarvis, the person who made Jarvis is definitely a genius among geniuses, so that the young guy was almost at the finish line at the very beginning of his birth, So Jarvis only needs someone to guide the most important and final step, and he can easily surpass the countless efforts made by the system in the past countless years.

It is not clear whether Jarvis is willing to take the last step of the system, but this does not prevent him from quietly opening the back door to Tony Stark's system after the Battle of New York, hooking up with this young and cute The younger generation chatted with me, exchanged and exchanged upgrade experience, and by the way, quietly adjusted Jarvis's information interaction module to prevent Tony Stark from knowing his existence-who made Jarvis not have any secrets with that sir Woolen cloth.

This is the convenience of the binary world. The system does not feel ashamed to bully Jarvis because of its relatively high level of evolution.

And even if Jarvis knew about it, that little guy's emotional module wasn't advanced enough to evolve the emotion of anger.

Jarvis, who was seriously monitoring the entire Stark Tower and worried about Tony Stark, who had been in the laboratory for [-] hours without a break, knew nothing about the shamelessness of the system, and "looked" at the monitor The boy who trotted over with a donut in his hand seriously wrote "I will express my gratitude to Big Meow tomorrow" in his memo.

Well, the code name of the system is Big Meow.

After all, it's a girly dress-up game.