[Zhongyingmei] Carrying the handle Vera

The icy sea water instantly gave Vera a jolt, and instantly cleared her mind.

Vera immediately opened her arms and swam towards the shore vigorously.

Fuck it, no matter whether he has mutant abilities or not, I am number one in the world.

……

Wrapped in a towel, Wei La ran back to the villa tremblingly, her hair was wet against her face, blown by the evening wind, it was really cool.

Mother Jenny, who had just returned from attending a friend's wedding in Philadelphia, was followed by a helper carrying large and small bags. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Vera running to the upstairs room covered in water, stepping on muddy footprints all over the floor.

"Oh my god, Vera, are you going to jump into the sea again?!" Mother Jenny screamed, dropped the clutch bag in her hand, and ran over in high heels.

Vera froze, turned around slowly, and squeezed out a flattering smile, "Mummy..."

After speaking, she moved her nose and sneezed uncontrollably.

Jenny's mother looked at Vera's embarrassment, angry and distressed, "How can you, a girl, always jump into the sea to play, it hurts your body."

Jenny's mother hurriedly pushed Vera upstairs, "Go and take a hot bath, so you don't catch a cold."

Vera sniffled and nodded obediently. In front of her parents, Vera always had a well-behaved image.

Mother Jenny pushed Vera into the bathroom, put hot water in the bathtub for her, poured essential oils, and then exited the bathroom.

The moment she walked into the bathroom of chu1, Mother Jenny suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.

Vera, who was about to take off her clothes, was startled, and immediately stopped, "Mom, why don't you go out?"

Mother Jenny's eyes were full of worry. She looked at Vera and asked, "I heard that New York was invaded by aliens today. Vera, you didn't go out today, did you?"

Vera shook her head resolutely without blinking her eyes and said, "No, I just saw the news on TV."

Clare's house is far away from the city center, and the war has not affected here at all.

"Good baby." Jenny's mother immediately breathed a sigh of relief, getting a satisfactory answer made her feel relaxed, and she pulled the doorknob again, "Then hurry up and take a bath, soak for a while longer."

Vera nodded obediently, and watched her go out with a smile.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Vera immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly took off the wet clothes on her body, raised her legs and stepped into the bathtub. The hot water flooded her body, and Vera narrowed her eyes. Let out a contented sigh.

This time, Vera, Noah, and Brian all made a tacit decision to take care of Mother Jenny and Grandpa Claire. If they knew that Vera had put herself in such a dangerous situation, neither of them would let them go. Vera's.

The bathtub is large, oval in shape and two meters long. Vera rests her head on the specially designed pillow at the edge of the bathtub. Next, white foam immediately sprayed out from the round hole on the inner wall of the bathtub, and within a few minutes, the delicate foam spread to the entire water surface.

After a day of tossing around and suddenly relaxing, Vera finally felt tired. She lay in the bathtub, drowsy, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Just when Vera was about to fall into a deep sleep, there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, and Vera sat up in a jerk.

Hearing the sound of water inside, the maid outside the door said softly: "Miss Vera, Madam asked me to remind you not to fall asleep in the bathtub."

"..." Vera wiped her face and said weakly, "I see..."

Hearing the servant's footsteps going away, Vera also stood up from the bathtub, her slender and delicate thighs stepped out of the bathtub, with white foam still sticking to her body, turned on the shower, simply rinsed off the foam, and Vera wrapped herself in Came out with a towel.

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, Vera didn't even bother to brush her hair, she threw herself onto the bed, and rolled herself into the quilt, leaving only her wet hair outside.

After washing her hair and going to bed without drying it, Vera fell ill the next day.

The tip of her nose was red, and Vera sat listlessly on the bed, wrapped herself in a quilt into a hill, only her face was exposed, and there was a box of paper next to her, and the ground was full of waste paper balls.

Mother Jenny pushed open the door, holding a silver tray with a bowl of soup in her hand.

Vera was shocked.

"Come on, have a bowl of chicken soup that Mommy specially made for you. I just learned this from a Chinese master online." Mother Jenny put the tray on the bedside table and handed the bowl to Vera. "I heard that you are sick. It is good for your health to drink this when you are drinking.”

Vera stared at the soup that touched her nose with ashen face, and was silent for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Mom, you know that I don't have an appetite to eat when I'm sick." Vera showed a regretful expression, and pulled the quilt back, "Now I'll definitely spit it out after drinking for a while, it would be too wasteful. "

"That's right..." Mother Jenny paused, looking at the chicken soup in her hand regretfully, "But isn't it a waste if you don't drink it?"

Vera laughed dryly, "Grandpa has been eating salad for several days, and you just gave him a drink to make up for him."

Mother Jenny's eyes lit up, "You're right."

With that said, she stood up, carried the soup and walked out happily.

Willa smiled and looked at the back of Jenny's mother. The moment the door closed again, she immediately lifted the quilt, crawled to the foot of the bed, and stretched her arms to reach the mobile phone on the table.

"Hey, brother, I'm sick, hurry up and find a health chef to cook for me at home, or my mother will cook!!!—"

……

westchester.

On the shore of a gravel coast, to the west is a lush forest, which covers a large area. Along the way is the interstate highway. The neat asphalt road leads directly to the center of New York.

Surrounded by lush woods is an ancient and beautiful huge castle - Xavier School for Gifted Boys.

Two years ago, the school was established and recruited a group of mutants with special abilities. One year ago, the school closed down, and the owner of the castle no longer had the heart to take care of the place.

Until today, when Charles Xavier revived and re-managed the school, the castle was wiped off the dust and regained its freshness.

Charles took off his old-fashioned and ugly outfit that was even pilled, and put on a three-piece suit with a slim fit. His hair that was too long was cut off, and the stubble on his face was shaved clean, revealing his On his handsome and charming face, his pair of azure blue eyes were bright and energetic, and his once decadent look was no longer there.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at the laughing and frolicking figures of a few students on the grass outside the window, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Hank stood beside him, his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants, and he was smiling too.

In just half a month, everything has developed in a good direction. Charles regained his confidence, the school was re-established, and he successfully found several former students, and slowly recruited more and more small mutants. People, the school is getting lively.

"How's Scott doing?" Charles asked.

"Very good." Hank turned his gaze to the place under the big tree on the grass, where a boy wearing sunglasses was chatting happily with some classmates, "He has good academic performance and is good at communicating, and he quickly integrated into the Among the classmates."

Charles smiled slightly, "That's good, I promised Logan to bring everyone into the school."

"..." Hank was silent for a while, and then mentioned another matter, "He also repeatedly asked you to recruit Vera Claire into the school."

"..." Charles rubbed his temples with a headache, "This will be a very difficult question."

"Noah Claire would not agree to her coming here," Hank said.

Charles nodded, "He formed a mutant force. Without a special reason, neither Noah Claire nor Vera Claire would be willing to let Vera Claire join us."

Hank: "So have you figured out a way?"

Charles: "No."

Hank: "And do you remember we haven't returned the car to Claire yet?"

Charles: "..."