Superhero is my ex boyfriend [Zhongyingmei]

Abigail was the only one sitting alone at a table in the couples restaurant.

There's a strange awkwardness creeping in the air, like sweat growing on Abigail's palms.

It was getting dark, and almost everyone in the restaurant was gone.

During these three hours, the waiter who was holding the plate asked Abigail who was sitting alone three times if she wanted to order food. A bottle of red wine, I drank it myself.

Very well, at her birthday candlelight dinner, her dear boyfriend, Comrade Peter Parker, did not disappoint her at all. She was left alone in the restaurant without answering the phone or texting and making her wait for three full hours.

well.

well.

Sure enough, is this the best time to change the incumbent to the predecessor?

The corners of Abigail's mouth twitched slightly. She raised her pair of watery eyes under the long eyelashes, smiled almost distortedly and looked at the clock on the wall not far away. The eleven o'clock pointer moved slowly and finally stopped. On the node of midnight.

OK, very good, very good, four hours.

Abigail adjusted her sitting position, stacking one slender leg on top of the other, her high heels gently rubbing against the ground.

Wearing a pure white mermaid dress and high heels, she sat alone at the table in a couple's restaurant for four hours. Her boyfriend was really considerate.

Take the table on her right as an example, there are already four couples going back and forth, but this table by the window is occupied by her alone, and she responds to every weird look with dark and terrifying eyes. People watching her.

In the past three hours, the waiter who asked her every hour if she ordered food didn't come at this moment, and when he walked over, he gave her a sympathetic look.

After twelve o'clock, her cell phone rang, and a message came.

I thought it was the conscience of that bastard Peter, but when I opened it, I found that it was a message from her "master" and bad friend Mr. Stark, and the other party sent a video.

Abigail kept her last smile and clicked on the video.

The background is her newly furnished home, and the inside is crowded with her friends. Tony, who stands in the front and holds a mobile phone, has a very big face. At this moment, he is grinning: "Little apprentice , since you didn't show up at your surprise party before twelve o'clock, we had no choice but to have a carnival without you as the protagonist, in fact everyone had a good time, hahaha."

The smile froze on Abigail's face.

Everyone threw her a surprise party together?

Her expression darkened.

At this time, amidst the cheers, Roddy squeezed out from behind Tony, snatched the camera and said with a smile: "What did I say, the girls are not allowed to stay, we Abigail and her boyfriend are living a sweet life, why do we need us?" The light bulb."

sweet?

Abigail glanced at the happy carnival crowd in the video, and at the already empty restaurant for couples. She felt a cold wind blowing from behind, making the place look extraordinarily bleak.

Alright alright.

After the friends in the video yelled "Happy Birthday Abigail", Tony, who was holding the phone, turned the camera to the pile of gifts piled up into a hill: "Of course we know how to send so many gifts, there must be no you Your good boyfriend spends the day with you to make you happy, but look, there are so many presents!"

Another burst of cheers overflowed from the phone, which made people feel a little sad in the extremely quiet environment.

Finally, Tony cleared his throat solemnly, signaled the laughing crowd to be quiet, and said in a very solemn tone: "Although we don't know if your little virgin is really mature, we decided to raise funds for Abby who is in love Gail a box of condoms."

After speaking, everyone burst into laughter, and the video ended with their big smiles.

There was a small vegetable leaf between Tony's teeth.

After discovering this, the schadenfreude made the depressed Abigail rarely calm down, but this little joy was like a lowly match in the middle of a winter night, quickly extinguished in the cold wind.

Abigail was sitting by the window. She looked through the window and saw her own face reflected in the glass—small, delicate, and a little bit of red lips were particularly vivid in the reflection.

Looking through the window, there were sparse figures outside, and after a while, these figures also disappeared, leaving only a lonely street lamp standing on the side of the street.

Everyone thought they were sweet, everyone thought they must be stuck together for that, only Abigail knew otherwise.

Rather than saying that she still loves Peter, it is better to say that she is just used to being with him. The relationship between childhood sweethearts has long since cracked, not to mention that they are walking on different paths.

Abigail is doing research and development of weapons. Recently, she teamed up with Tony to produce the most lethal missile so far, and its price has reached a new high among the Stark companies. This is her most proud thing. She originally wanted to share this matter with Peter through today's dinner, but unfortunately, since four hours ago, Peter has not even had a shadow.

Abigail felt that if Peter couldn't come because of something, she should at least give her a call.During these four hours, her back was almost seen through by the wait staff and the couples coming and going.

The buzzing sound reached her ears far away, almost blowing her head apart.

Abigail realized her back was probably sweating, and it was probably the longest night she'd ever had.

Just as he was thinking, the other party's phone rang.

Abigail looked at the shiny phone screen, it was an unfamiliar number.

She answered the phone calmly.

Peter's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone: "Abigail, I'm sorry, something urgent happened to me, I lost my mobile phone, so I didn't call you, I'm in a phone booth now... ..."

Abigail didn't argue with him: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Peter seemed to hear something wrong from her voice: "I'm really... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting, I'll be there right away, so you can wait for me a little longer, can you?"

Abigail looked at the empty restaurant and frowned: "This place will be closed soon, I think I'd better go home—"

Peter's side was very noisy. He probably didn't hear what she said at all. He just said anxiously: "No! Just wait for me a little longer, I'll be there in 10 minutes!"

Abigail looked up and found that the waiter was looking at her from a distance, with a embarrassed expression.

Well, it's 12:30, and the store should be closed logically, but maybe the owner thought she was unlucky and extended the time on purpose. After all, no one came to chase her away now.

She said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

After finishing speaking, he calmly hung up the phone.

As soon as Peter hung up, Tony's call came.

Different from Peter's anxiety, the good friend's voice was extremely cheerful: "Abigail, we made a mess of your house, I hope you won't kill us when we meet tomorrow."

Abigail said helplessly: "It was my fault that I didn't show up at my party. How could I blame you?"

There was no one on the opposite table, and there were no people on the street outside the window. The waiter in the restaurant walked past her and smiled at her, probably to comfort her.

Rody snatched the phone, laughed and said, "Did you have a good time with Peter? We still want to wait for you to come back to make a fuss. It seems that you can't come back now."

Abigail stared straight at the empty seats, almost gritted her teeth and said, "Yeah, we had a good time."

After laughing, Rody half-jokingly warned her that New York is not peaceful now, and told her not to go home alone so as not to encounter the serial murderer who recently grabbed the headlines of many newspapers.

Abigail pretended to be relaxed and smiled, thinking about the 10 minutes Peter promised, and said, "Why, my boyfriend is very good."

He's a superhero.

Although you can't tell your friends, but tell yourself, it's comforting.

Besides, it's only 10 minutes. I've been waiting for four hours anyway, so it doesn't matter if I wait another 10 minutes.

Abigail paid the bill, said sorry to the waiter, and continued to sit comfortably in her chair and wait.

However, 10 minutes later, Peter still did not appear.

Two 10 minutes.

Three 10 minutes.

The pointer on the wall moved slowly and stopped at one o'clock in the morning.

Abigail's eyes dimmed, ready to apologize and say goodbye to the waiter when he came out again.

At this time, in the silence of the night, she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind her, very calm and heart-warming.

Peter?Abigail was about to turn around in a huff.

That's right, she waited until now just to splash the wine on the table directly on the other party's face, then slap him in the face, and directly scold him to break up.

Unfortunately, before she could turn her head, the person behind her smiled softly: "Miss Toynby, I don't suggest you turn around."

The cold muzzle of the gun was on her temple.

Abigail was made very uncomfortable by this threatening tone, looked around, and found that the waiter who had been patiently waiting for her seemed to be absent, and said a little helplessly: "Sorry, did you admit the wrong person... ..."

The people behind seemed angry: "Don't pretend you don't know me! I've had enough! Stand up...stand up!"

Being pointed at with a gun, Abigail stood up helplessly.

Then, under the pressure of the other party, Abigail walked out of the empty restaurant slowly.

help?call for help?

But who will come to rescue her?

For a moment, Abigail suddenly longed eagerly for Peter to arrive on time, but this hope, like sporadic lights, was quickly drowned in the dark night.

Under the cold muzzle, Abigail suddenly understood one thing: Peter, he will not come to see her.

Abigail lowered her eyes slowly, her eyes looking into the distance dimmed, and that glimmer of hope was cut off by the dark night and disappeared.

Just after Abigail was held at gunpoint and left the restaurant, a sweaty Peter rushed into the restaurant, staring blankly at the empty room, and saw the yawning waiter rubbing his eyes and leaving the toilet Come out, hurried over, and asked eagerly: "Here... is there a young girl here? Thin, brown-haired, very beautiful..."

The waiter was yawning, but he immediately woke up when he asked this question, looked at the shy boy in front of him with a scumbag look, and said emphatically, "Yes, she sat here and waited for five years. hours."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Abigail's seat, and was immediately taken aback: "Huh? It was still there just now."

A sip of untouched red wine was placed in front of the empty seat. The dark red liquid refracted the faint light in the dark night, which made people feel a little uneasy.

The author has something to say: broken thoughts:

The author played Plants vs. Zombies when he was young, and his brain was eaten several times.

So here comes the question: Does the author still have a brain?

Oh.

Then it depends on how many zombies are left :)