[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying table pets change all over

Compared to the trauma, Charles' leg seems to heal slowly, but he can see obvious improvement every day.When Bruce's injury turned into a minor injury, he was already able to walk slowly, but he had to be supported by someone.

"According to this speed, he will be able to walk on his own in two or three days." Tang Su calculated for him, and couldn't help laughing before finishing speaking: "That's great."

He looked happier than Charles himself.

Charles also laughed along with him, shook the wheelchair to the big box where Tang Su had previously locked the wine, and knocked on it: "Then can I apply for a small glass of wine today?"

Of course Tang Su agreed, and trotted over to open the lock, looking at the various wines inside, he was troubled: "Which one do you want? Let's talk about it first, and the degree should not be too high."

"The one on the left is fine." Charles took two glasses and put them on the dining table.

"Can I drink it too?" Tang Su was surprised, and then his eyes lit up: "It's great, I've wanted to taste it for a long time."

Because he lived alone, he was worried about accidents when he was drunk, so he never drank alcohol.

"Aren't you an adult, you can try it." Charles said with a smile: "Don't worry, the alcohol content is not high, and you won't get drunk."

He poured Tang Su about the height of a knuckle and clinked his glass lightly.

Tang Su took a small sip, a little bitter, and it was hot when it entered his throat.He babbled and babbled, thinking it was acceptable, he drank all the contents of the glass in one go, and the movement was so fast that Charles had no time to stop it.

"Are you all right?" Charles looked closer at him.

The fair face of the boy in front of him was flushed almost instantly, even the corners of his eyes were red. After hearing his words, he blinked and said slowly, "Oh... I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

"You drink too fast." Charles smiled helplessly.

He originally wanted to talk to Tang Su, but the little fool just got drunk.

"I'll just take my time." Tang Su firmly believed that he was not drunk: "I just took a sip, how could I get drunk?"

He sat on the chair and took two deep breaths, and remained still, quietly like a puppet.

Charles shook his hand in front of his eyes: "Don?"

At first, Tang Su shook his head left and right following his hand like a cat chasing a cat teaser, and then pressed it down: "Don't shake it, I'm so dizzy."

His voice was soft at first, but when he was drunk, he elongated his voice, more like acting like a baby.

This kind of gulping physique is rare. Charles and him looked at each other for a while, and finally couldn't help a few laughter from his throat.

"May I help you to rest on the bed?" He slowed down his voice, and gently stroked the boy's soft hair with his hands.

Tang Su grabbed his hand and said after a while, "No, I'm not sleepy yet."

Then his eyes fell on Charles's still cup, and he whispered coquettishly: "I want to take another sip, can I?"

"No." Charles sternly refused: "You drink too little, and you will have a headache the next day if you drink too much."

"Just a sip." Tang Su looked at him eagerly.

"No." Charles continued to refuse.

I thought I was going to have a chat with the drunk Tang Su, but the boy sat on the chair. After being rejected twice, even though his eyes still had longing, he just nodded obediently: "Okay."

He leaned on the table and stood up unsteadily: "Then I'm going to wash and go to bed."

"Sleep directly tonight." Charles went to support him.

Now the only person who can walk can't even tell the difference between the north and the south, and Charles dare not let him really wash himself.

"No, you have to take a shower before going to bed." Tang Su was firm this time.

It's just that he is indeed a little dizzy now, his hands and feet are limp, and he walks like a little penguin.

Charles stopped him and saw that he stood obediently, but his eyes kept wandering to the bathroom. He knew that he hadn't given up the idea of ​​taking a bath, so he could only sigh: "You can wash it, you wait for me here."

His legs were not fully recovered, and he didn't dare to let a drunk person take a bath by himself, so he knocked on Bruce's door.

Batman has not been idle for the past few days. Like Tony, he occupied Tang Su's phone, turned it upside down, and saved several Q-version pictures of the superheroes.

When doing this, he also tried his best to hide his cat's tail, and cruelly deleted the picture of Little Batman that Tang Su secretly took.

Now he looked at the boy lying in his arms, as if deliberately touching porcelain, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"He's drunk." Charles said, "He can't even stand still and wants to take a shower. Please take care of him."

He winked at Bruce: "You know, it's not convenient for me."

Bruce tore Tang Su off his chest: "I think your ability can solve this problem."

"I can't use my ability on him without permission." Charles said righteously, and bent his lips again: "I know you want to have a good relationship with the sweet little boy, come on."

Bruce with his mind peeped:  …

You can't read Tang Su's thoughts without permission, but can you read his?

The door was closed, and Bruce was holding someone in his arms, and he could smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body.The boy was torn from his chest, and he didn't complain, but hugged his arm as best as possible, with his face pressed against his strong arm, his eyes half-closed, and he seemed a bit sleepy.

"Sleep." Bruce said.

Tang Su raised her head and muttered, "I need to take a bath."

Batman was expressionless: "Don't wash, go to bed."

Tang Su looked at him for a while, then lowered her head listlessly: "Okay, go to sleep."

He crawled slowly onto the big bed, took a corner, and knelt there staring at Bruce.

Bruce wanted to continue to do some investigations, but the eyes behind him were too hot, so he could only look back: "Is there something wrong?"

"It looks good." Tang Su was doing everything slowly now, and even spoke longer than usual.His eyes lingered on Bruce, without passion/lust, as if he was just admiring a beautiful flower.

Bruce couldn't get angry with him like this, so he had to walk over and lay him down with his own hands: "Sleep, I will stay with you."

Tang Su muttered something, then stretched out her hand again: "I want to pet your cat's tail."

"It's just a healing tool." Bruce said, he frowned, and saw the little fool in front of him stretch out his hand persistently, as if he couldn't sleep without touching it, and reluctantly let the cat's tail rub against his hand.

The soft and smooth fur made Tang Su happy all of a sudden. He grinned silly and wanted to touch it again, but the cat's tail ran away.

"Tail..." He looked for it while shaking his eyes.

The cat's tail stopped not far from him, but his hand was held down and he couldn't stretch it out.

"Just look at it." Bruce said coldly.

Tang Su nodded obediently, the cat's tail began to shake from side to side, his head turned along with it, and he started yawning after a while.

"I'm so dizzy..." He muttered, his body sank, half of his face was buried in the soft quilt, only a pair of black eyes covered with mist were exposed.

"Go to sleep." Bruce said softly.

"Hmm..." The drunk Tang Su was extremely clingy, his hand was still held by Bruce, but at this moment he held him instead: "You stay with me."

"I'm not leaving." Bruce sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you." After a while, Tang Su, who had sworn just now that he was not sleepy, could barely open his eyes, and his voice slowly lowered: "You are so kind, I really want to be with you all the time..."

He fell asleep.

Bruce looked at him for a while, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly, so he had to give up the plan for tonight and sleep with the drunk and stupid little sticky cake.

The darkness and silence spread, and suddenly, a strong blue light flashed, and the light was like a bubble, expanding continuously, first covering the small mobile phone, and then continuing to expand, containing the entire flower shop, and then flashing passed away.

The entire flower shop disappeared in place.

This sleep was very deep and comfortable. Tang Su felt that she was surrounded by a big heater, which was very warm. Moreover, the heater felt particularly good, flexible and elastic.

He rubbed his face against it, and pressed his hands dishonestly, like a kitten stepping on milk.

Two seconds later he was pushed away by the heater.

"Hmm...hug." Tang Su mumbled unhappily before he woke up, and wanted to move closer, but was pressed directly on his forehead, and he woke up with a jerk.

"What's wrong!" He sat up suddenly from the bed, and Bruce looked at each other.

...with Bruce?

Only then did Tang Su realize that he didn't have a heater. The one that felt nice and warm just now... probably was Bruce.

His face turned red immediately, he hugged the quilt speechlessly, and after a long while he could hold back a sentence: "Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't touch you on purpose, but the hand feels so good that I couldn't control it."

When he realized what he was talking about, he almost bit his tongue, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "No, no, no, I'm not touching you, I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone knocked on the bedroom window, and a superman wearing a blue uniform and a red cloak suddenly appeared, his eyes turned around the two of them, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and there was a narrow smile in his voice: " Did you have a good night?"

Obviously, he heard Tang Su's stammering explanation.

Tang Su was about to turn red: "It's not like that, I just thought it was a heater, but I didn't realize it was Bruce."

And yesterday he was obviously in Charles' room, why did he wake up and sleep in Bruce's arms?

When his brain was roiling with shame and doubt, he heard Bruce's steady voice: "Clark, why are you here?"

Even Superman's best bet when confronted with a prim, serious bat is to answer questions honestly.He pointed to the outside: "You will know when you come out and see for yourself."

Tang Su sensed something from his tone, and before she even had time to put on her slippers, she jumped off the bed and ran outside the house.When he opened the door of the flower shop with trembling hands, he saw a super tall building with a sense of technology, and he remembered very clearly that there was no such tall building next to his flower shop, or even in the entire commercial street.

and……

Isn't the capital A hanging upstairs the symbol of the Avengers?

The author has something to say: It will be v tomorrow, I hope the cuties will support the original version!meme

It will probably be updated in the morning, three chapters in one

One of Tangtang's special physiques: Drunk in one sip 23333

But fruit wine can drink two glasses (proud)

Superman: My good brother slept with my little fan (confused.jpg)

Tangtang:?

Bruce: The disapproving look—

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