[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

Amber was caught in a tangle.

Joanna and Steve's communications, which she can see clearly on her computer.Taking screenshots or something is not a technical job at all.That wouldn't be a problem holding her back.

The real question is... should she send Coulson a screenshot of this conversation?

In other words, if it is passed on, when should it be passed on?

Amber could even foresee Coulson holding the phone angrily, with a dark face.

Amber's finger hesitated for several seconds on the screen capture button, but finally did not press it.

Now is not a good time.

At least... until Joanna left the office.

She didn't want Coulson, who was full of anger, to turn back and mess up her office.

It's not a betrayal, it's a strategy.

Amber comforted himself like this.

Joanna on the other side was amused by Steve's straightforward reply.She suddenly felt that if Steve was treated as a straight man in the 21st century, it would actually be... quite interesting.Hmm...much more interesting than most of the boys chatting | flirting online.

At least... this brain circuit is unique.

Joanna glanced at the time, then put on her satchel, and walked towards the door with her mobile phone in her hand: "Amber, I'm going home first! Why don't you go?"

Amber waved at Joanna: "Be careful on the road."

"Okay, goodbye." Joanna shook her hand at Amber and walked out.

On the subway, Joanna leaned on the railing and taught Steve what "spicy chicken" is.

Steve on the other end of the network hesitated for a moment after reading the explanation sent by Joanna.But he still replied a message to Joanna according to his heart.

Steve: Maybe you think I'm a little too loose.However, Joanna... complaining about her boss like this is not a good thing.

【All right! A moral model of the 20th century, I shouldn't have shown you my anger. 】

Joanna pursed her lips, trying not to pay attention to Steve's words.At least, don't respond to the sentence with her usual reaction.

But Joanna took a few deep breaths, and still felt a little out of breath, so she picked up her phone and asked quickly.

Joanna: Haven't you ever had an annoying boss?

Facing this question, Steve thought about it seriously.He still remembered that during World War II, there were a few guys with unreliable conductors. Of course, he also remembered being assigned to perform an art show with girls in miniskirts.For him, these were not-so-pleasant memories.But Steve also doesn't think he should call the people who make these decisions "hot chickens."Although they are indeed not good enough, whether it is business ability or character, the evaluation of "spicy chicken" is a bit too much in Steve's opinion.

Steve: No, not ever.

[Very well, you have successfully chatted to death!Tell me, Captain America, how can I continue this conversation naturally?I'm starting to kind of believe now that you weren't in any relationship before the crash.At least, that's what your file says.At least, that's what your current ability to talk to death says so.

I gave you a chance, I tried my best. 】

Joanna put down her phone with a headache, and looked at the reflection on the subway window with a tired face.

When the subway arrived, an old woman she was facing stood up from her seat and walked towards the door.She watched a man next to the old woman raise his hand to help the old woman, and smiled to thank the old woman.

When the subway restarted, the man noticed Joanna's sight.He raised his head and smiled at Joanna, then moved aside, indicating that Joanna had a seat to sit down.

Joanna looked around, but there were no other passengers standing besides her.

She did feel a little tired. Although she didn't like this kind of man who approached people on the subway, Joanna walked to him and sat down.

After sitting down, Joanna woke up the phone screen from time to time.But never heard from Steve again.

She thought about it and felt that this was also expected.

Old antiques like Steve Rogers must still follow the rules that communication must be you and me.She could even predict that if she didn't reply to the last message, Steve would stand guard on the other end of the network and stop sending messages.

At least... not for a day or two.

Joanna turned off the screen again and let out a sigh of relief.

"Argued with a friend?" asked the man sitting next to him.

The man's voice was calmer and softer than Joanna had imagined, and his tone was polite and gentle, without any offense at all.

Joanna stared at the man for two seconds, then temporarily put down her guard and smiled: "It's not a friend, it's just a netizen."

The other party showed an unexpected expression: "You look very disappointed, I thought you were a very good friend."

Joanna shook her head and did not continue the topic.

The man looked at Joanna for a while, and then asked, "Just moved recently?"

Joanna immediately became alert, and she involuntarily turned to the side, looking at the man: "Why do you ask like that?"

The man pointed to the platform map on the subway: "You look at that again from time to time. So I guess you're not familiar with where you're going. But you don't look like a newcomer to New York. You act You are much more comfortable than those people, so I guess you have moved."

"Are you... a detective or something?" Joanna relaxed slightly because of the other party's explanation.

"I'm a doctor."

Joanna showed a polite expression of admiration.

The man extended his right hand towards Joanna: "Henry Morgan."

"Hello, Mr. Morgan." Henry raised his eyebrows, and Joanna quickly added, "Joanna Rickman."

"Hello, Miss Rickman."

The two let go, and Joanna put the phone back in her bag, and asked absently, "What is Mr. Morgan's specialty? Surgery?"

Henry smiled: "You can guess."

"Will you use a scalpel?"

Henry smiled and nodded.

Joanna did not have Henry's excellent observation and reasoning skills, so she could only guess wildly based on her feelings.

"neurosurgery?"

Henry shook his head.

"Plastic surgery?"

Henry shook his head.

"General Surgery?"

Henry still shook his head.

"orthopedics?"

Henry found himself with nothing to do but shake his head.

"Uh... obstetrics and gynecology?"

Henry shook his head, but his smile couldn't be maintained anymore.

The subway stopped again, Joanna looked up at the sign, and said unconsciously: "Ah! There is one more stop. Haven't I guessed it yet?"

Henry smiled: "I guess Miss Rickman works for a government agency like the CIA, right?"

Joanna stood up and got ready to get out of the car: "To be honest, I don't think you are a doctor. You are a detective or an agent or something."

The speed of the subway slowed down, and Joanna was about to arrive at the station.

Henry smiled and handed Joanna a business card: "But I'm really a doctor."

Joanna had a good impression of Henry, so she took Henry's business card.She didn't have time to read it, so she put the business card in her bag and walked towards the door: "Whatever you say, Mr. Agent."

Henry watched Joanna get off the subway.He saw Joanna waving at him through the glass after the subway doors closed.Henry raised his hand with a smile, and shook her too.

Joanna tightened her bag rope, turned around and walked outside the subway station.

Henry shook his head.Recently, it has been rare to see a woman with baby fat like Joanna on the street.Women in this era abide by the credo of "the thinner the more beautiful", completely abandoning the aesthetics of the last century.

Henry admits that Joanna reminds him of Abigail.

He stared at his reflection in the window, and suddenly regretted giving Joanna his business card.

And Joanna, who took the famous tag, didn't understand at all what kind of person she just took over his contact information from.In Joanna's view, Henry Morgan is a guy who likes to pick up girls on the subway.

His wording and behavior are quite gentlemanly, at least for this point, Joanna felt that there was no need to show extreme resistance and disgust.It was just a chance meeting, took the business card, turned around and left.In such a big New York City, whether we will meet again tomorrow is a question mark.

Joanna still finds that Mr. R more troublesome than the Mr. M she met on the subway.

She walked with heavy steps from the subway station all the way to her apartment in Brooklyn.

The apartment is brightly lit, but the sound insulation is not very good.Joanna met several strange neighbors in the aisle.

As Langholm said, the neighbors seemed friendly and seemed curious about her.Joanna smiled awkwardly at them and hurried back to her room.

Steve still hasn't sent another message.

Joanna was finally sure now that if she didn't reply to Steve's previous message, Steve wouldn't send another message.

The gentlemen of the last century were good at everything, but they didn't understand the necessity of stalking girls when they were in contact with girls.

Joanna was suddenly a little worried.Captain America with a flourishing beauty...I'm afraid he may not be able to catch the girl he likes in the 21st century.

Joanna ate a sandwich bought at a street supermarket with orange juice for dinner.

After simply arranging the house, Joanna took a shower and tucked herself into the bed, leaving her face and the lit phone screen facing her.

Joanna struggled for a long time, but still texted Steve back.

Joanna: Then you're in luck.

Steve: (typing...)

Joanna: Don't get me wrong, I just said it offhand.The boss is too annoying, but I don't know who to complain about. Telling my colleagues about my boss's faults is a bit too... dangerous.

Steve: I understand.

Joanna waited for a while, but didn't see any more from Steve.She suddenly became a little anxious.

She had perfectly shown him just now, chatting online, there is no need to wait for the other party to reply before sending the next message.This is not a telegram!Nor is it a secret report during the war!

With Steve's learning ability, Joanna didn't believe that he couldn't realize something from the conversation record just now.

There was only one reason why Steve didn't continue to send her messages. In Joanna's opinion, there was only one reason.

He doesn't want to reply.

Maybe he began to doubt her identity, maybe he wasn't interested in her at all.

Joanna sighed, turned off the phone, and threw it away.

【Okay, Captain, you won.

Maybe when I go to work tomorrow, Coulson will have to ask me to get face-lifting injections again.

You have to know, this is all your fault! 】

Joanna rolled over and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dark night, the screen of her mobile phone lit up, but went dark again after a few seconds.

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Joanna: Who can get Steve to talk to him for half an hour, I call him Daddy!

Tony: Go!I don't have your daughter!

Baji: Go away, I don't need a daughter!

Natasha; ... I don't want to have a daughter either.

Langlome: Almost had a daughter, it was horrible.

Joanna: ...