[Zhongyingmei] She is such a sand sculpture netizen

Coulson drove more than 300 kilometers, all the way from Washington, D.C. to New York City.

At the beginning, the bureau intended to arrange for a plane to take Coulson there, but Coulson refused with a straight face.Coulson, who was cheated by Nick, needed some time to calm down, he didn't want to see that cunning eagle from S.H.I.E.L.D. again.He needs a little space for him to change his mood, throw away the unhappiness that has been calculated, and focus all his attention on the joy of breathing the air of the same city with his idol.

The distance of more than 300 kilometers took Coulson about 4 hours.When he arrived in New York City, he had already done enough psychological construction, and the breath of luxury and money failed to hit him.

Coulson, wearing sunglasses, drove all the way to the New York branch.

The last time he came here, he captured Joanna's young man, and because of that wrong employment decision, he had to travel to New York every few weeks after that.

However, compared with this mission, Coulson suddenly found that Joanna didn't cause him too much trouble. To some extent, she was a little cute.

Well, any girl is cuter than Tony Stark in Coulson's heart, even the terrorist child leader who was just caught by them a while ago is cuter than him.At least, if Jonathan doesn't cooperate with the work, Coulson can threaten to fire her; if the female leader of the terrorist organization doesn't cooperate with the work, Coulson can beat him up.But Tony Stark?

Live with a smile, what else can you do?

The mission target this time is Stark. Coulson doesn't have to go to the sub-office in a secretive manner like the previous two times. Instead, he enters through the main entrance openly, and pins the work card with the grade on his chest openly. .

In this way, even the branch personnel who have never seen Coulson, when they saw Coulson's work card, nodded politely at him and made way for him by the way.

Coulson maintained his usual friendly image, and everyone who rushed to greet him nodded.

The branch chief's office is on the top floor of the Administration Department. Out of courtesy, Coulson decided to go there first to say hello to his colleagues, so that he could get the resources he needed in time for the next operation.

Coulson pressed the elevator button and waited quietly for the elevator to come down the stairs.

--Ding!

Joanna, who was leaving early, looked up and saw Phil Coulson with a serious face.

Coulson obviously didn't expect to meet Joanna at this time either. He planned to go to Amber's to listen to the task progress report later, but he didn't expect to run into Joanna in the elevator right now.

The staff of the administrative department don't have to go out to work, and they appear in the elevator at this time...

Coulson subconsciously raised his wrist to check the time.

Joanna reacted quickly, raised her hand and pressed the close button.

The elevator door made a slight sound and began to close slowly.

Coulson finally realized that this guy was late and left early, and he was caught by him!He couldn't help but think of the fact that Captain America's dynamics are still 0 replies and 0 likes until now.

Coulson raised his hand and slapped the elevator door that was about to close.

He smiled, stepped into the elevator, and looked at Joanna curiously.

"Why didn't you get off the elevator?" Coulson paused for a moment, then looked at the work badge that Joanna hadn't had time to take off, "Miss Rickman?"

Joanna shivered: "No... no more."

Coulson didn't answer the call immediately, but looked at the time again: "Three twenty."

Joanna trembled again, and gave Coulson a flattering smile.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't worked in the New York branch before. I don't know how the commuting time is stipulated here? Can I get off work at [-]:[-]? That's really great." Coulson said pretendingly.

Joanna showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Five... I get off work at five o'clock. I wanted to leave early because... I was unwell."

Coulson raised his eyebrows. There were only the two of them in the elevator. Coulson's tone sounded a little strange: "Unwell? Ill? Infected with a virus? Ebola? SARS? AIDS?"

The more Coulson said, the more outrageous it became. Joanna was annoying him, but she didn't dare to scold him directly, so she could only say with a dark face, "Dysmenorrhea."

Coulson let out an "oh" and then said, "Did you know? Even the menstrual periods of female employees can be found in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database."

"You are invading privacy!" Joanna finally couldn't help shouting.

Coulson pouted: "You can sue us in the labor court. If you can find evidence."

Joanna froze again, with a dark face, standing in a corner away from Coulson.

Coulson didn't look at her, as if he was a high-level executive who didn't have much to do with Joanna.From an angle that the surveillance camera could not see, Coulson said softly: "I will stay in New York for a while, every night at 06:30 in Amber's office, I want to listen to the task progress report."

Joanna looked at the ceiling feebly, with a look of hopelessness.

The elevator stopped at the floor where Joanna worked, and Joanna got off the elevator with heavy steps.

Coulson pressed the close button expressionlessly, and regained his composure.

At 06:30 that night, Coulson showed up at Amber's office on time.The crew around them made low noises, surrounding the three of them.

Coulson sat at Amber's desk, flipping through the mission briefing expressionlessly.

The briefing was written by Joanna in the afternoon with great anger.

Coulson had to admit that Joanna was good at writing briefings, but it didn't meet the working standards of their agents. The whole article looked like a work briefing for the chief executive.Can't grasp the essence and get entangled in small things, but the level of coaxing people in circles is still good.

Coulson even considered whether to arrest Joanna to the public relations department of the Washington General Administration.The work done by a few newcomers in the public relations department is indeed not satisfactory.

Joanna's briefing Coulson quickly finished reading.He closed the briefing, threw it on the desk casually, lowered his head halfway, looked at the desktop, and fell into silence.

Amber stood away from the two of them with a sad face, staring helplessly at the office chair that belonged to her.She knew that Coulson didn't need to read any work briefings, Coulson just wanted to trouble Joanna.She had already transmitted the work status to Coulson's assistant on weekdays.

Amber looked at his desk worriedly, and silently prayed in his heart that when Coulson made a fuss later, she, an innocent girl, would not be hurt.

Joanna waited for a long time, but Coulson did not speak.She couldn't help asking, "Have you finished reading the briefing?"

Coulson raised his eyes, and glanced at Joanna emotionlessly: "Now you know how to take the initiative? It's hard to send a message usually?"

Joanna shut her mouth and lowered her head.

ah!Anyway, it's just a scolding.Just get over it.

Joanna comforted herself.

Seeing Joanna's quiet appearance, Coulson began to feel that this kind of coward might not be suitable for public relations work in the headquarters.

He tapped on the table angrily.

Tony Stark is so annoying!It was so annoying that he couldn't concentrate on reading a work briefing right now.

Eventually, Coulson lost the desire to reprimand Joanna.He pushed away the briefing and stood up: "Tonight, I must like the captain's dynamic."

"That photo is so ugly..." Joanna couldn't help muttering.

"What did you say?"

Joanna shook her head: "It's nothing. I will like him when I go back."

"Go back to your apartment in Brooklyn. The bureau will help you rent out your place in Queens."

"You are violating private property!" Joanna glared, "I cannot allow you to do this."

"So you can guarantee that you go back to your apartment in Brooklyn every day? Stay on call?"

Joanna pursed her lips and nodded.

"Fine, then you won't need an apartment in Queens."

"Mr. Coulson!"

Coulson waved his hand perfunctorily and left Amber's secret office.

Joanna was going crazy with rage.She was sitting on her chair, panting heavily, like a warrior in a classical drama preparing to fight the enemy.

Amber wiped his desk and slowly sat back on his seat: "You should go back to your Brooklyn apartment tonight."

Joanna slumped: "But I don't like it there."

"At least until Mr. Coulson goes back to Washington." Amber continued to persuade with good words.

Joanna sighed and lay down on the table.

She took out her mobile phone, clicked on facebook, quickly found the news that Steve posted last night, and then gently liked it.

That's really a bad photo.But Joanna found that once she gave up her insistence, it was not so difficult to accept a bad photo.

Anyway... this is not her real account.Everything that this account does is not from her original intention.

No matter how bad the taste is, it has nothing to do with her.

This is an account controlled by Coulson.

Bad for Phil Coulson.

Joanna boredly poked Steve's head on and off, then on again, off again.After repeating this for more than a minute, she suddenly sat up straight, opened the dialog box expressionlessly, and sent a message.

——My boss is a hot chicken!

A moment later, Steve sent a confused look, followed by another message.

——Your boss...is a chicken?

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Coulson: Joanna!You explain to me clearly!

Joanna: OK, no problem! Mr. R, spicy chicken is not chicken!Chickens sacrifice themselves to serve us delicious food and are great friends!But spicy chicken is different. Spicy chicken will only make us feel bad and disappointed in life, and it must be eliminated.

Steve: That's it [take notes.jpg]

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