[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

"About this matter, I will take care of it. Don't worry, leave it to me, okay?"

On the other side of the phone, Bruce Wayne let out a low laugh after being silent and raised his hand to press his temple. He could almost imagine Donna's expression when she said those words just now.

"Um…"

Perhaps it was his steady voice that reassured her a lot, and Tang Nana calmed down and responded, feeling ashamed thinking of what she just said.

It made Bruce Wayne look like some shady existence, and he is still consoling her in reverse...

"I will find a way to solve the problem of identity, you don't need to worry, you shouldn't think that I really pursued you without thinking about anything, right?" Bruce Wayne's smiling voice sounded unbelievably gentle in her ears , "However... to be honest, I am very happy that you directly told the people of Avengers about our relationship so quickly."

From the very beginning, he had considered the issue of his own identity if he wanted to be with her. Batman always looked forward to various filing plans.

So seeing her trying so hard to help him cover up her identity, messing around and even coming up with such a bad idea, I still feel a little sweet in my heart.

"I think that since the relationship is confirmed, it's better to tell everyone as soon as possible..."

His words seemed to be warm in his ears. Donna felt that the temperature of her cheeks was higher than that of the phone, and her voice became quieter as she spoke. Why do they feel a hint of mutual love now.

"Well, I understand, so I also told everyone."

Lifting his shoulders on one side and clamping the phone with his head on the side, Bruce Wayne tapped the keyboard of the computer a few times rhythmically with his bony fingers and said.

Don Nana was dumbfounded: "You said that too? When!?"

"Now, it would be rude for the woman to announce this kind of thing first. Although it is a little later than you, I have already announced it with my teammates. It is not too far behind you."

There was a strong smile in the voice from the microphone, and the smiling face of the other party appeared in front of her eyes, and Tang Nana had the urge to run downstairs again.

It's really a pity that I can't see the expression of my boyfriend at this time with my own eyes, he is too criminal! ! !

If someone asked Donna what is perfect in this world at this time, she would definitely call out the name Bruce Wayne.

"...I think you are really good at it."

"Too good?"

"Uh...it means very good at talking."

After clearing her throat, Tang Nana hesitated for a while and did not say "too good at flirting", but changed to a more tactful expression.

"I see the meaning, so am I considered a good boyfriend now?"

Holding the mobile phone with his hand again and sticking it to his ear, he changed into his familiar playboy frivolous tone, and turned the office chair to look down at the scenery outside the huge French window.

"You also know that my previous reputation was not very good. If I don't work harder, won't I be able to get rid of the label on my body?"

"Well, good performance, I hope Mr. Wayne can continue to work hard."

Following the other party's tone, Don Nana replied.

"I will. I hope to be rewarded by Miss Tang. People still need some motivation, don't they?"

"I will consider it as appropriate."

Biting her lower lip, she smiled and rolled her eyes.

The two chatted for a few more words, and after hanging up, Donna was still a little bit overwhelmed by Bruce Wayne's 'sugar-coated cannonball'.

It wasn't until the mobile phone in her hand vibrated again, and it turned out that the caller ID was Tony, she was taken aback for a moment before remembering that the group chat she had left on the sidelines just now was a little guilty.

Hey, is she overemphasizing sex over friends? Repent for a second.

After picking up the phone, before she could say hello, she heard Tony say in a bad tone: "You haven't replied yet?"

With a thump in her heart, Don Nana felt troubled.

When she finally confessed and leniently explained the situation, Tony didn't say anything at the end. She thought he would say a lot at first, such as what's wrong with Batman...Unexpectedly, he just said in the end, "He knew it would be That's it' and it's over.

And afterwards, Natasha chatted with her privately about some topics and concerns among women, which made her feel extra heartwarming. Of course, she would be more grateful if Natasha could not hint at her some colored things.

Sexy lingerie or something...the jump is too big, okay!They haven't even kissed yet!

But when it comes to kissing... Don Nana covered her lips thoughtfully.

She is still looking forward to it, um, just a little bit.

In the next few days, Donna lived very peacefully. Everything seemed to be back to before, faintly developing in a good direction, her relationship and studies were going well, and Bruce Wayne would also travel between New York and Gotham. She thought about this I should also go to Gotham on weekends, I don't want to make him tired all the time.

"You said how about I go directly to Gotham next week to surprise him? His sleep time is already very precious, and I feel sorry for letting him run around all the time, and I also agreed with Ah Fu to learn to be a kid." Cookies!"

The more Tang Nana talked, the more she felt that it made sense. She turned on her phone and was about to buy a train ticket. She was wearing a loose sweater and a ball head that swayed with her movements.

Seeing that she wasn't talking to herself at all, and she was sweet and greasy talking to herself and caring about her boyfriend, Victoria stuffed potato chips into her mouth and chewed, and then sighed from the bottom of her heart: "A woman in love..."

The only uncertain factor in the peaceful daily life is that the star color is still missing. Maybe there are no other star colors hatched on the earth except the one brought back to the deep space by Naia, she hopes so in her heart.

On the day with the highest temperature in a week, Don Nana was going to visit the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Unlike Victoria, who studied fine arts, she could see the skills in the paintings, but she knew that there were many familiar works of masters on display, so she felt that Should check it out.

She chose to go alone in a warm afternoon, the bright sunlight fell on her body with a little warmth, and the brown wool scarf wrapped around her neck almost covered most of her face.

While waiting for the bus, she slightly looked up at the tall billboard on the opposite side. On it was the toothpaste endorsed by a popular celebrity recently. Looking at the white teeth, she exhaled a breath of white air, as if she had exhaled fog, but soon scattered.

Occasionally enjoying this kind of leisure time is an essential way for Donna to adjust her life. She doesn't like parties or nightlife accompanied by alcohol, and her hobbies are mostly indoor activities. Even in a city like New York, she still maintains a constant living habits since.

It is also this habit of seldom reuniting with schoolmates that has allowed her to really get close to Victoria and the members of the Avengers so far, which is why they are so important to her.

Introverted, contradictory, knowing how to advance and retreat.

This is the evaluation given by Hannibal. Compared with the abstract metaphor of the black sunflower, Donna herself quite likes these three words. In her eyes, these words are neutral and have some commendatory meanings.

Sitting by the window, Don Nana looked at the bare tree branches beside the cross road, and while feeling the peace, she sighed in her heart such nonsense as 'world peace is so good'.

It's such a good feeling that nothing has changed and won't change.

No, in fact, there are still changes.

The black eyes flickered, and the man running on the street tripped over his own shadow.

Donna raised her eyebrows slightly and saw a light brown purse slip out of his tattered and patched gray overcoat. He struggled to get up but was subdued by the two men who followed him.

The street light jumped, and the car drove again. She watched the thief being caught outside the window, and a relieved smile was drawn on the corner of her lips.

Once she accepts and understands her abilities, she can already do a lot of things, including more precise control and more concealment.

She found that she didn't need to call the old gods every time, even if some of the little servants Naia and the others left her could do a lot.

And she doesn't need to distinguish what kind of existence is hidden in each shadow, no matter how indescribable they are, there is nothing to be afraid of now.

She chose a working day, but there were not a lot of people in the museum. She quietly followed the crowd to visit the museum, and sometimes stopped in front of the artwork that resonated with her. Anyway, she couldn’t understand anything, and the people around She didn't know what she was thinking, so her thinking was extraordinarily divergent.

For example, why is this painting like this?Some paintings don’t look very good-looking, why do they feel harmonious?Why do abstract paintings look like this?She seems to have a barrage in her heart, and she has a lot of inner drama along the way, but she doesn't know that she can become a scenery in the eyes of others when she is full of messy minds in front of some artworks.

Standing in front of the picture of "The Postman" for a long time, Don Nana looked at it and was even amused by the complaints in her heart. At this moment, a nice young voice came from behind and asked politely: "Do you think this picture is interesting? ?”

"Because this curly beard is very cute, and my eyes look like I haven't woken up. It's a bit like myself when I woke up early the next day when my hair was not dry."

Tang Nana replied smoothly, and soon realized that she had said this to a stranger, she suppressed her smile and turned her head to look over, only to see that he was a handsome young man who looked like a nobleman.

His face looks immature and about the same age as Peter's, but his clothes are more formal and mature. This kind of boy wears a dark brown suit and looks a bit old-fashioned, and his hair is combed back meticulously with hairspray. Feiyang smiled at her with a bit of arrogance between his brows.

"Sorry, I don't know how to draw..."

"It's okay, it's true, isn't it? It's much more interesting than those who have to say something different from others!"

He looked at her with bright eyes, and said, rubbing his chin with one hand, studying "The Postman" carefully. After ten seconds, Tang Nana almost thought that their conversation was over, and she was about to walk away in embarrassment but calmly. When he was there, he looked at her again: "Indeed, it looks a little cute. I'm Harry Osborn. Nice to meet you, Miss Tang."

"you know me?"

"Let's just say I know you. I heard about you from a good friend of mine."

Harry replied with an enigmatic smile.