Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter's eyesight is very good.

Peter also has a good memory.

Although at this moment he would rather his eyesight and memory are not so good, it is better to add Alzheimer's to the instant old eyesight, so that he can throw the picture he just saw in his brain into the Mariana Trench or outer space. Don't even think about it.

No, he didn't mean that he saw something eye-catching just now, on the contrary, no matter from which angle he looked at the picture in front of him, it was full of extreme beauty and artistry, like an oil painting... No, it was on the dome of a church The mural shrouded in skylight came down alive, blanking his brain.

For Peter, for a young man like him who is only hazy about his own store manager, who has a little bit of subtle emotions that he is not sure about, and to be honest, he still has an unattainable and unshakable goddess Anjieka in his heart For me, it's a little too much to be caught off guard by such a scene.

Peter has always known that Chris has a pretty good figure—even his store manager has never been willing to wear clothes that reveal a little bit of skin. , those vests that perfectly outline the slender waistline, and those tailoring designs that seamlessly highlight the straight back and the radian of the hip line, all fully show that Chris must have a beautiful figure that cannot be lost to anyone under the rigorous clothing. , but god, he never imagined that he would actually witness it in such an embarrassing situation.

Even though Chris didn't seem to care much and could laugh and tease that the person whose whole body was touched was obviously himself, it just made Peter uncontrollably glue his eyes to the skin that was too white and couldn't tear it apart.

I once buried my face in the little milk cat’s belly, I once put my hands on the little milk cat’s meat pad, I touched every inch of the soft fur from the top of the head to the tail, and touched the tip of the little milk cat like playing. Pointed deciduous teeth and tongue tip.

Even though Chris had already put on a decent-looking suit and buttoned his shirt up to the top button, it was only a small piece of skin on his neck that looked like sweet and smooth white chocolate, which Peter couldn't help swallowing. I swallowed my saliva.

Something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Uh...wow..." After being silent for a long time, Tony opened his mouth bluntly to interrupt the dead silence in the conference room, raised his hands and clapped them twice and then put them down stiffly. At a loss for words, "Okay, um... Rian Chris... what should I say? Nice magic... or..."

While Tony was still organizing the appropriate language from the chaos in his head, Bruce beside him had already asked bluntly: "Why are you here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the people present couldn't help shivering. It was completely different from Bruce's usual, frivolous and sweet tone with a disguise. In an instant, it is reminiscent of the oppressive clouds in the Gotham sky that seem to never leave, accompanied by the lingering haze of smoke.

And the tall shadow symbolizes the black figure of the night.

Superman was almost trembling, and his eyes fell on Bruce, whose face was terribly black. As soon as he swept over his shoulder, he turned his head away like an electric shock. Suddenly, I feel that the future is not bright.

There is no need to confirm, he just has a less convoluted way of thinking and is not really out of his mind, but he is not so stupid as to think that indulging in extreme sports can leave so many scars that can only be left in fierce battles. Swipe over and you can come to the conclusion that Batman (whom he has secretly complained about hundreds of times) and (his new boss) Bruce Wayne are the same person.

I don't know if it's still too late to go back to my hometown to grow corn.

Superman arched his back, trying not to draw Bruce's attention.

He doesn’t need to worry too much about this point. Now Bruce’s full attention is on Chris, but this bastard who has dropped his vest in full view and is naked with only a small blanket covering the key parts can still He put on his clothes as if nothing had happened, and sat at the table with a frank and nasty smile, joking and arrogant as if he was watching a funny farce.

And they are the actors of this farce.

Chris is very good at this, as if he is always the viewer and always outside the story, no matter what kind of changes, he can't get into the cold eyes.

The calm and breezy cloud that will always make people clench their teeth.

Tony nodded subconsciously following Bruce's question, and added to Chris: "And it's still... um... a cat."

That kind of little milk cat and Chris are completely two extremes. Even if you have a big brain hole, you can't imagine Chris at all. Yes, it is the Chris in front of him who even smiles with a cold smile. Is it okay to be alone with that soft, chubby little milk cat with blue eyes and watery meows?

"There was a little accident... You know that magic is not always so stable." Chris casually ambiguously gave a reason, and rubbed his ears unconsciously with his fingers, "So I have to take it with me all this time. This is it."

He was referring to the touch of gold that he had pinned on the pinna just now. When it flowed through his fingertips, he couldn't see clearly the clasp on the pinna, so he could tell that it was a golden earring that was tightly wrapped around his pinna. It curved three or four times like an object, like a golden snake, with sharp fangs fixed on the ear bones, oozing blood.

Peter remembered that Chris had a pierced earbone, and he probably hadn't worn earrings for a long time, so it was basically completely healed, leaving only an imperceptible mark on the pinna.

The earring was buckled on the almost completely healed earhole, the flesh was punctured again and blood oozes out, the bright red was stained on the pure gold earring under the rough and understated action, causing Peter to come out from the back of the ear for some reason. There was a trembling numbness.

"Good taste." Tony raised his eyebrows and glanced at Chris's earrings. At first glance, they looked like plain gold ornaments, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the entire earrings were covered with dense spells, flickering like life. Walking inside and outside the earrings, because they are too fine and varied, it seems to be coated with a very light halo.

"Thank you for the compliment." Chris rubbed the ring on the ear pinna uncomfortably, the slight tingling pain spread from the penetrated position to the heart, pulling his soul, which was fluttering with the timeline, to be firmly fixed in this body Above—too long timeline and too chaotic memory made his soul somewhat unstable. Although a half-data soul can continue to live with just a mobile phone or something, Chris is very concerned about his body. Satisfied, there is currently no plan to replace it.

He shrugged, turned around and greeted the rest of the conference room with a smile, "I think some of you haven't seen me." The tone made people feel close, but it wasn't annoying, "Chris Elf, an ordinary businessman."

Just like the smile on his face, the sense of distance is not more or less, and when he talks about ordinary things, he seems to be self-effacing and self-deprecating, but there is an unspeakable strange atmosphere faintly.

Bruce turned his head away coldly, the poor document in his hand was almost crushed into waste paper, he exhausted all his rationality to remind himself that Jason's soul was still in the hands of this bastard, so as to prevent his fist from touching Chris What undeserved intimate contact was made on the cheek.

"Mr. Wayne's complexion looks really bad, just like the principal in my high school." The Flash poked Superman quietly and muttered in a low voice. He was indeed startled by the sudden transformation of the little milk cat just now That's right, but Chris didn't look like a bad guy, and he knew Mr. Stark, Mr. Wayne, and Peter, so he easily let go of his guard and accepted this fact, and he was free to think about it.

It's a pity that Superman doesn't really want to talk to him at this time. Their kind and gentle Kryptonians now look like a little boy who was hit hard by knowing that Santa Claus doesn't exist. Even the little curly hair is weak and pitiful. The forehead drooping and the eyes wandering in the sky are obviously not a suitable chat partner.

So Flash turned his expectant eyes to Dr. Banner on the other side, and the doctor who seemed to have no temper at all was sitting on his seat like a statue with a stiff face.When he tried to poke the opponent's arm, Dr. Banner said as if holding back something, "Let me calm down... please..."

Seeing the bulging veins on Dr. Banner's arm, The Flash nodded wisely, while carefully moving away from Dr. Banner.

A little further.

All the way across the entire table.

Sitting between Nightwing and Hawkeye.

"Want to eat?" Nightwing kindly shared a piece of the cookie he brought with his good friend Flash, and sat at the farthest position from the center of the storm to celebrate his foresight.

Judging from Bruce's current expression, it is simply a triple warning of storm, thunder, lightning and heavy rain. Even he can't guarantee that he will be able to escape unscathed.

It's a pity that Chris has always been unacceptable to Mr. Wayne's facial expressions, and he can still smile and wink at Bruce, just like the replica of Brucey's baby when he hooked up with girls.

"Hey! I know Baby Bruce is very charming." Tony rolled his eyes and complained dissatisfiedly: "But Chris, you can't turn around so quickly."

Obviously, Mr. Stark, who bumped into Mr. Wayne, didn't care much about Bruce's dark face now. He exchanged glances with Chris, and then enthusiastically rubbed his fists and tried to add fuel to the fire, making Bruce tense. fragile nerves.

"Don't worry, dear Tony." Chris chuckled, "I'll always be there for you...or do you need a kiss to prove my loyalty?"

"Forget it." Tony shook his head and curled his lips, "Then I will definitely have nightmares—" He suddenly changed the subject in the middle of speaking, and a sly gleam flashed in his eyes, "But if it was once That, I can think about it."

"It's a pity that that person is not very interested in you now." Chris pushed Peter, who was stiff at the door, into a chair, and leaned over to lift the young man's chin.In those clear eyes that were glowing with water, as if they were about to cry out in embarrassment in the next second, the brilliant long golden hair and colorful and enchanting eyes gradually reflected, "Compared to my cute little shop assistant, you It was yesterday, my dear Tony."

Her hoarse and charming voice was like a siren's singing, her long blond hair meandered down like a stream, her full and gorgeous red lips had a little beauty spot, and the corners of her lips raised her brows and eyes, which were full of vigor and fragrance.

But it was clear that a second ago, he was still a man with a lazy smile on his face.

"KekekekChris——!!!!" Poor Peter felt a rush of heat rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head in an instant, and his whole body was hot as if he was almost familiar with it. He stammered and stared at the tone in front of him with his eyes wide open. A lingering, romantic and charming woman, her good memory quickly matched this face with an unlucky moment in his memory that left a deep impression on him and made him want to cry.

That unlucky moment when he ran into Mr. Stark making out with his girlfriend in the store, was caught off guard and was scared to run out the door and almost fell on his face.That woman with long blond hair and all kinds of charms was no different from the one he saw Chris transform into with his own eyes!

He swears by his excellent eyesight after mutation!

There is no difference at all!

For a moment, Peter seemed to have a chicken farm full of screaming chickens in his heart, screaming frantically and dancing a tango on his fragile nerves.

It made his face turn blue, red, and white, making Chris even reluctant to continue his pitiful appearance.

But compared to Dr. Banner, whose world view has collapsed from turning green to completely gray, Superman, who was so strong that his head hit the ceiling with fright, and Nightwing, whose head was stuck on the table with a cookie stuck in his throat. The Flash on the screen, Peter turned out to be the calmer one.

Tony whistled frivolously, "Really, if you were a girl, I would definitely chase you."

"To be honest, if I were a girl, I'm afraid I'm not interested in you." Chris snorted and knocked on Peter, who had been completely overheated in his brain, "Wake up, it's just a trick, don't be so surprised."

"I... I'm not surprised..." Peter blushed, desperately trying to keep his eyes from staring at Chris's smiling lips.

Chris probably didn't expect that the mind of his little shop assistant had automatically retraced to the few jokes he made at the dinner table not long ago.

If Chris was a girl...

If Chris wore women's clothing...

if……

Peter suddenly lowered his head and covered his face, trying to calm down his chaotic brain.

Oh, God……

There seems to be something wrong with him...

It was only at the moment when Chris approached that he actually thought of leaning in and touching those lips that looked like rose petals.

It wasn't changed by Chris, the bright red charming provocative and plump lips.

But...

It was what he peeked at in his memory, the lips that had been lightly bitten by his teeth, which were slightly moist and light red, but lacked blood.

Peter trembled all over because of this abnormal desire, this sudden impulse, buried his head and gritted his teeth desperately to cover his hot cheeks, but his store manager mistook it for the young man's unbearable shame, teasingly She walked away with a smile, sang and danced with Mr. Stark on Mr. Wayne's bottom line.

On the contrary, Bruce calmed down strangely in this stimulation. He took a deep breath and suddenly laughed. The sweet and slightly drunk smile that belonged to Brucey's baby made him look charming. He leaned back on the back of the chair and tugged. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, half-closed his eyes, and his silky, low-pitched voice was full of provocative heat. The moment he opened his mouth, the air in the room seemed to be hot and sticky.

Gotham's Brussy baby, but also a flirtatious who can dominate the entertainment headlines for half a year by himself, squeezing Stark next door into tofu cubes.

He held Chris's wrist, slightly raised his eyes so lingering that they seemed to be on fire, and gnashed his teeth and poured out lingering love words, as if he was really deeply in love, wishing to live and die with him, and be fused with flesh and blood.

Rao!Superman stared earnestly at the hole in the ceiling above his head that he had knocked out, thinking about the possibility of escaping silently through this hole.

The low-pressure storm circle a few meters away from him is now full of hormonal breaths that make him blush. For a small-town boy who has never been in a relationship, every word that is still coming in after covering his ears far surpasses his Please forgive him for not even having the courage to rescue Peter who was in the middle of the storm, his face buried in his hands and unable to lift his head.

Having said that, Superman still very honestly wrote down several passages of love that made him feel hot all over after listening to it, although he can't use it now...

After all, be prepared.

The simple town boy stared unblinkingly at the hole in the ceiling above his head, blushing.

The author has something to say:

Male lead: I still have a vest, am I surprised?

Little Spider: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! !

Stupid author: hee hee [holds up a small bowl and waits to be fed]