[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

On the busy streets of New York, Aisha was holding a sun umbrella, and her calm face could not conceal her inner excitement. This was the first time she left Xavier Manor without Charles' company.

She was wearing long trousers, a white ruffled shirt tucked into the jeans, and a pair of five-inch stilettos on her feet.This attire was in stark contrast to the short-sleeved shorts of passers-by around her. It wasn't that she was conservative, but that her skin was easily reddened and peeled by the scorching sun, and she didn't feel hot in such an attire.

There was no purpose in this trip. She held a travel guide bought from a newsstand in her hand and decided to go to the famous Metropolitan Museum of Art first.

Strange to say, there is another city in the United States called the Metropolitan, but the prestigious Metropolitan Museum is in New York.

Located on Fifth Avenue, the Metropolitan Museum across 80th to 84th Street is the largest art museum in the United States. There are five exhibition halls in the museum, which display collections of European paintings, American paintings, primitive art, medieval paintings and Egyptian antiques. .

And special exhibitions are held regularly. This time, the three-month-long theme is called "Making a Century-Masters of Photography", which tells the story of the first 100 years of photography, and demonstrates Each of the ten to twelve iconic works conveys a broad contribution to photography by the artist.This photography exhibition is drawing to a close, and Aisha just caught the tail.In the exhibition hall, the hot scene in the early days was gone, and people were scattered in every corner.

The art of photography is a novelty that Aisha has never been in contact with, so she appreciates it very intently, even without realizing that she has become the subject of photography.

Peter Parker, who lives in Queens, is a high school student who loves photography. He has been to this special exhibition of the Metropolitan Museum many times, but every time he has novel feelings and unexpected gains.

Peter looked down at the photos in the camera—a thin and tall girl with platinum-blond hair. In front of the huge portrait, she raised her head slightly. The lines of the corners of her jaw were smooth and graceful. attraction.

"Peter, let's go."

"it is good!"

Peter glanced at the direction of Aisha for the last time, and quickly followed the pace of his companions.

Time passed unknowingly, and it was already evening when Aisha came out of the museum, and happened to meet Tony by chance, and he was accompanied by a beautiful red-haired beauty.

He changed his girlfriend again?

"Sweetheart, it's fate to meet you." Tony opened his eyes wide in surprise, and walked up quickly, and the assistant, who he liked very much, immediately forgot.

"Mr. Stark, why are you here?" He doesn't seem like someone who likes to visit museums.

"Come to buy something." Tony said indifferently: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. Let's have a meal together."

Aisha looked at his earnest expression, changed her mind, and took it back to the point of rejection: "Okay."

This unscientific!

Tony's expression was a little surprised, but Aisha's thought at this time was that following this famous playboy in the United States, she should be able to see something different.

No matter which world you are in, power is always the best pass.For a restaurant that needs to be booked one month in advance, a phone call from the assistant made a table available.

"Natalie, you can go back first." Tony helped Aisha's car door, turned his head and said to the assistant.

Natasha hooked her hair and refused with a smile: "Mr. Stark, please don't be willful, I am your bodyguard."

Tony was stunned by Natasha's electric eyes, and he agreed when he realized it, and got into the car embarrassingly.

"Sweetheart, by the way, you haven't told me your name yet?"

"Aisha Arendelle."

Tony nodded inwardly, the same as Jarvis told him, but apart from his name and a string of social security numbers, he couldn't find anything about his past experience, just like a baby, completely new to this world.

His sweetheart is so mysterious.

"What about you? Miss Assistant, what should I call you?" Aisha looked at Natasha across from her and asked with interest.

Natasha bent her lips and smiled, and a sexy voice beat in Aisha's ear: "Natalie Rushman."

"Hello, Miss Rushman." Aisha stretched out her hand, and Natasha quickly held it back. The two overlapping hands shook, each with different feelings.

——There are thick calluses on the tiger's mouth and fingertips.

- The body surface temperature is lower than that of ordinary people.

Aisha lowered her eyes, perhaps out of a woman's sixth sense, she felt that this glamorous assistant was far less beautiful than she looked on the surface.

The black car parked steadily in front of a Japanese grocery store like a seagull. Aisha looked up at the unfamiliar text and murmured in her heart—so which restaurant Stark brought her to?

The waitress in exquisite kimono led them to a quiet box. Tony ordered the dishes. After a while, small portions of delicacies that could be called works of art were placed on the low table like flowing water. Glancing at the two people, he nimbly picked up the chopsticks—these two pieces of wood didn't look difficult to use.

Aisha practiced chewing and eating slowly. Tony and Natasha had already eaten half of the dishes in front of her, and she had only eaten half of the plate of sushi in front of her, and occasionally took a few bites of other side dishes.

Tony frowned when he noticed that her movements were extremely elegant, and she looked pleasing to the eye, but she also ate too little.

"Honey, you're already slim enough, you don't need to lose weight."

lose weight?It seems that she was misunderstood, Aisha smiled and shook her head: "I didn't, it's just that I move slowly." When she has a lot of government affairs, she will inevitably neglect her meals. There are too many raw foods on the table, and her stomach will not be able to bear it if she eats too much.

"If you don't like Japanese food, let's eat French food next time."

Natasha saw that Aisha didn't move sashimi and the like, and guessed that she had a bad stomach, so she pushed a bowl of hot soup in front of him: "This mushroom soup is light and delicious, you should like it."

Aisha glanced at the noodle soup, which was not oily at all, and took a sip from the spoon. It was indeed as delicious as she said, but this kind of observation was rare.

She was about to say thank you when the phone rang suddenly. She picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Charles: Did you eat on time?Go back to the hotel early to rest, and don't go to messy places.

Aisha laughed, he really regarded her as a child, in order to reassure him, Aisha replied "Got it (smiling face)".

but......

She looked at Tony maliciously: "Let's go to the bar."

As soon as she entered the bar, Aisha was startled by the loud music and cheers, her heart was beating like a drum, she backed up subconsciously, but was dragged to the middle of the dance floor by Tony.

"Baby, dance!"

Looking at Tony, who was at ease like a fish diving back into the sea, Aisha couldn't help but said, "You really know these places very well."

Tony winked coquettishly, and Aisha couldn't help laughing. This sex is actually a little cute.

"Want to drink?"

The two went to the bar, and there were fewer people. Elsa could finally breathe comfortably. The air just now was really turbid.

"Margarita and dry martini," Tony ordered.

Aisha looked at the bartender's fancy bartending in novelty, her blue eyes became brighter under the dim light, and her slender and fragile neck, Tony suddenly felt his throat dry, and turned his eyes to the side shift.

"Where's Miss Rushman?" Aisha asked strangely, remembering the assistant lady who disappeared as soon as she entered the bar.

Tony was a little absent-minded, and looked around: "You should go to play too."

"Here." A glass of orange-red liquid was pushed in front of her by Tony, and he held a glass of transparent liquid.

It's sweet and sour, the taste of alcohol is not strong, it is indeed a girl's taste, but he must have underestimated her too much, her alcohol capacity is actually not small.

Aisha raised her hand and greeted the bartender, "I want a dry martini too."

Tony looked over, turned his eyes, and moved closer to her: "Actually, if you want to taste this taste, there is another way." He stared at Aisha's plump lips and moved closer.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous, Elsa leaned back, pushed Tony away from her side, and put on a frosty expression.Just at this moment, the bartender had mixed the dry martini, and Aisha picked it up and took a sip: "I think this method is very good."

Being rejected, Tony was embarrassed and a little embarrassed.The two sat there for a few minutes, looking at each other without saying a word. When a hot beauty came to strike up a conversation, he left with his arms around her.

Aisha shook the liquid in the wine glass, feeling relieved.

"Want to go outside for a breath of fresh air?" Natasha suddenly appeared behind her after not appearing for a long time.

Alley behind the bar.

The moonlight couldn't shine in either, only a dim lamp hung precariously, and the two beautiful faces were obscured.

With a cigarette in her hand, Natasha was leaning against the wall, exhaling slowly, with a charming expression.

"What is this?" Aisha wrinkled her nose, smelling a little irritating.

Natasha had a half-smile: "Something that makes people forget their worries."

"give me."

Natasha handed it over, and Aisha clamped it like she did just now, swallowing the clouds—the brows were slightly wrinkled, and the eyes were cold and lazy.

It's not the taste as imagined, but Wangyou?It doesn't have such a big effect yet, Aisha handed it back uninterested.

"Let's go back."

The two went back and looked around but still couldn't find Tony. Aisha was about to leave, so she said to Natasha, "Go and protect him."

"Be careful on the road."

I tripped over something under my feet, and Aisha picked it up. It was a cuboid electrical appliance, and a string of red words was displayed on the middle screen:

Blood Toxicity: 25%

this seat?

Aisha asked the bartender: "Apart from Mr. Stark, has anyone else sat in this seat?"

"No."

The author has something to say: Professor: Do not do bad things

Queen: visited the bar, smoked a cigarette