Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

In a small alley several streets away from the store, Chris found his red-faced little shop assistant who turned into a big tomato. The poor little guy has obviously never encountered such an exciting scene. Blood, holding his head and squatting pitifully in the corner of the wall with wet eye sockets, put his head against the wall and muttered uninterruptedly, trying to make the picture in his head disappear quickly by means of chatter.

But he was talking to himself fluently, and when he looked up and saw Chris, he stuttered and couldn't speak. After a long time, he said: "K... just now, in the shop... a woman... a blonde... ..." He danced anxiously as he spoke, trying to rely on body language to make up for the knotted tongue, but after dancing for a long time, he became confused, grabbed his hair and opened his mouth, turned his head and hit the wall.

God, let him just disappear here.

The young guy was thinking so sadly, he didn't want to recall how he ran out like a fool screaming, and fell face down on the ground. It was the appearance of an idiot in bold and capital letters, which made him so frustrated that he didn't want to face reality.

To be honest, to be serious, Chris didn’t want to laugh at first. When he came all the way, he made an impromptu draft and thought about how to comfort Peter who was frightened by his bad taste. But when he saw the boy In this picture of squatting in the corner and pretending to be a straw mushroom, he almost forgot about the manuscript on the road, but he still thought about the poor self-esteem of the little guy, so he restrained his laughter a few times, and flicked Peter on the forehead He smiled and said, "Is it that scary?"

"No...it's not scary." Peter whispered. To say scary would be extremely disrespectful to the lady in the store, "She's beautiful...I'm just, just...scared..."

Based on Peter's current understanding of women, although it was just a glimpse just now, it was enough for him to fully appreciate the amazing charm of that lady, frivolous and dignified, lust mixed with innocence and wildness, a look and a smile can It made his blood burn from the toes to the top of his head, and he was so burned that he was at a loss and ran for several streets before he managed to calm down a bit, but he still uncontrollably played back the scene he just saw in his mind over and over again.

Fair skin, bright red lips, captivating peacock blue pupils, and long eyelashes that look like colorful bird feathers, Peter swore that the lady saw him with his eyesight far exceeding 5.0 after awakening his abilities. When he came in, he licked the corner of his lips suggestively, with a meaningful smile that seemed to see him through at a glance.

As if, as if...

"You haven't even had your first kiss, have you?" Chris hugged his little shop assistant and rubbed his cute little brown hair, watching him widen his eyes and his expression was equivalent to writing how do you know a few big words on his face , also marked red and bold to stick to the top for fear that others will not see it.

Well, well, this is a little pea who has never even tasted the first kiss.

"Really...is it obvious?" Peter asked without any hope, "Although I used to be a little out of gregarious and the girls didn't like to talk to me, and it seemed that I didn't have much love, but recently I feel that It’s already much better, and the girls are also willing to take me to chat a few words, and I can teach them a little foreign language, which is what the customers in the store said..." The more he spoke, his voice became softer, and he looked up at the handsome man. Chris, who was astonishingly handsome and could make all the cheerleading girls scream just by standing there, closed his mouth sadly.

"Trust me Peter," Chris laughed. "Girls don't want to date guys, especially high school girls, who talk to them about a small country that doesn't know a foreign language."

"Well, I just knew..." Peter muttered, tugging at the hem of his clothes, and stopped talking about such things that hurt the self-esteem of young people, and asked instead, "Is that lady just now... a guest? The first time I'm here When I saw her in the store, it was indeed not good to say that when we met for the first time, but is it impolite to be so close to others in the store? I was really taken aback when I entered the door. Then we became intimate, think about how much it will affect the image of our store if others see it, if others think our store is not a good store, then um—”

Peter, whose mouth was pinched by Chris in the middle of the sentence, tried to blink his eyes to express his disapproval of this matter. During this period of time, the teenager who patrolled the alley as a vigilante on the way home every night has gradually got rid of Ignorant and drifting with the crowd, he began to learn to express his opinions.

——After trying to hold back his stomach full of complaints and knock down the bad guys, he can type out thousands of words of smooth speeches on the computer when he goes home, or read aloud under the quilt until he falls asleep on the pillow.

"There won't be any other guests coming at this time." Chris squeezed Peter's lips and looked at the boy's puffed cheeks and laughed dumbly. "From this week onwards, the morning time is dedicated to Mr. Stark."

Stark!

Peter was taken aback by this word, and then he shook his head desperately to regain the right to speak freely and asked repeatedly: "Mr. Stark?! Is that the Stark?! Is it the Stark I thought of?" Sir?! Chris is not!"

His eyes were sparkling like little stars, his cheeks were flushed, he completely forgot about his disapproval just now, and he plunged into fandom mode.

Mr. Stark does everything right!

He even jumped on the spot several times excitedly, almost didn't brake the car and jumped onto the wall, barked a few times meaninglessly and hugged Chris like a puppy chasing his tail so excitedly.

"It's Mr. Stark! I was so close to Mr. Stark just now! My God, we are in a store!" The little fan's eyes are full of starlight, and there is still half of the depression just now, "You If I go back now, Mr. Stark is still here, will he sign for me? Do you mean that Mr. Stark is here to patronize these days? God knew that I should put those few I skipped a class and missed Mr. Stark so many days! Oh my god my god!!!"

"Calm down." Chris held down the little guy who was bouncing around like a jumping bean, relying on his height advantage to firmly suppress him, "Tony will come during this time, you can see him as long as you go to work on time in the morning, so don't act like that." She's like a little star chasing girl, calm down boy."

"Okay, okay, calm down." Peter inhaled and exhaled obediently while covering his hot cheeks, and he didn't forget to reply, "Mr. Stark is the dream lover of many people, not just women Last year, he also took the first place in the same-sex most want to sleep with him. The second place is Gotham's Mr. Wayne-uh, I didn't mean that, but you have to know that Mr. Stark's male fans are comparable The female fans are much more crazy, if those people in the school know that Mr. Stark is there, they will burst the store just to take a look!"

"That's why I dedicated this time to Mr. Stark." Chris tapped the little clerk whose head was filled with Mr. Stark, and continued maliciously, "I promise he will sign for you , After all, your performance just now is really, tsk, it is simply unforgettable, Tony will love your enthusiasm to death."

Before he finished speaking, Peter froze. The heroic vigilante who could beat the drug dealers in Queens to nowhere wailed helplessly, "...No!!!"

His head, which was crowded with fanboy fanaticism, finally froze and made him review the series of reactions he had just been so stupid, from how he stared blankly at Mr. Stark's female companion—oh, since he was in Stark It should be the female companion who appeared during the special time for Mr. Stark. The female companion of Mr. Stark actually teased himself. The action of licking his lips and blinking his eyes was teasing, right? He ran wildly, how he stumbled on the threshold, staged a thrilling escape with his face on the ground, and finally ran wildly on the street like a fool and squatted in the alley to plant mushrooms. All the pictures of the whole process were projected frame by frame in front of him. However, every time a frame was shown, one of the little stars shining in Pikapika's eyes would go out, and by the end of the memory, his eyes had become dull and gray, and he had no motivation to even open his mouth when he leaned on Chris.

#在本明爱豆 In front of a big ugly, how to restore my witty and calm image, urgent, wait online! #

After brushing this headline in his mind, he automatically swiped a whole page of "It's getting cold" reply, only to feel that his heart also became cold, and he grabbed Chris's sleeve and sniffed sadly, "Chris... …Can I ask for leave tomorrow?”

At least until he figured out how to restore his image or before Mr. Stark forgot about this embarrassing incident, he felt that he didn't have the courage to face the incomparably smart and handsome Mr. Stark.

That's Mister Stark!

iron Man!

"Need I remind someone who swears to be full attendance?" Chris said (wei) lazily (xie) while walking towards the store, carrying his little shop assistant like a chick, "I'm going to see you in the shop tomorrow morning at 08:30 and think about your wages, Mr. Parker."

Wages, well wages.Peter thought about the doors of the glass cupboards for tea sets that Chris didn't bother with him, sighed weakly and lowered his eyes, allowing Chris to carry him back to the store—thank God Mr. Stark had something to leave first It was the first time that Peter was so thankful that he had missed out on Mr. Stark, who he admired. He changed into his uniform and cleaned up the tea sets on the table in despondency, but it didn't affect him at all. The sticky notes left behind were flattened and clipped into the textbook, and I was going to go back and find a photo frame to frame and put it on the bedside to pay tribute to every day.

This is Mr. Stark's handwriting!Autograph!

Brave and powerful, Mr. Peter Parker, who has caused the crime rate in the entire Queens area to drop a lot recently, grabbed Captain Fidel who had just eaten a goat's milk pudding from Demer's sandwich shop, and buried his head in it. into the soft and warm fur belly.

In this icy world, only Mao Belly is still warm.

Sitting behind the counter, Chris flipped through the account books of the past few days as if he had nothing to do with himself, and recorded the "abnormal" accounts with a pen dipped in special ink. The dark green ink stayed on the paper for a few seconds and then quietly disappeared. Hidden away, this is the ink formula prepared by wizards in ancient times to record inheritance. The ink that was mixed with Chris's blood is only Chris that can make the handwriting visible. It is very suitable for recording accounts that should not be seen by others. .

Theoretically, it’s safest not to memorize it. Unfortunately, Chris has been in business for too long and has too many customers. There are always some customers who don’t take time seriously. They sleep for 80 or [-] years. Chris can’t guarantee that he will be accurate at that time. Unmistakably recognize guests.

He wrote two pages, looked up to see that Peter was still looking sad, put down his pen and sighed: "I promise that Tony won't laugh at you when Tony comes tomorrow, stop torturing Fidel, okay?"

Peter raised his head and looked at Chris eagerly: "You promise?"

"I promise." Chris picked up the orange in hand and threw it over. "Now stand up and put yesterday's goods away, Mr. Parker."

"Oh..." Peter put Captain Fidel down and patted his head, and twitched his tail skillfully, before shuffling towards the basement warehouse.

Even if Mr. Stark doesn't laugh at him, it's still sad...

It's such a shame...

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