[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

Deadpool is gone.

I was still dozing off in a daze when he left.

He babbled a lot while I was asleep, but now I don’t remember a bit of it hehehe.

It's not my fault, right?

I unfolded the clothes I wore for working in the restaurant, um...why is it crumpled?

After changing it, I obviously haven't worn it!

It must be because it was crumpled up and thrown in a corner after it was repaired, and it hadn't been ironed.

But... I raised my head and glanced at the time, eh!It seems that it is almost too late!

I hurriedly put on my clothes, and now I don't have time to iron them with an iron, and I don't know if he has an iron at home.

So after putting on a coat of my own, I headed to Williamsburg with my bag on my back.

Although it is only four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the weather is extremely dark.

At the same time, it was raining heavily in the sky. I held my umbrella and raised my head to look at the sky. For some reason, it made me feel very uncomfortable.

When I got to the store, there were no customers and it was deserted.

I lowered my head and felt a little nervous. After all, it was my first time as a waiter.

While struggling, Max and Caroline walked in together.

Seeing me, Caroline greeted me with a smile.

"Hi~" I also greeted them, but my voice was hoarse for some reason.

And Max raised his brows at me, "Why do you sound like you just screamed."

"...", the expression on my face froze, I looked away and didn't speak.

"Wait!" She widened her eyes in surprise, "Am I right?"

I closed my eyes in annoyance, God, how did she know?

Although I don't know her very well, Max is too good...

Max gave me a weird look, then she leaned over to me and started chatting, "Where do you live?"

"I used to live in Queens and just moved into the neighborhood," I said honestly.

"Then why did you move to our place? This place in Brooklyn...you must know that there are everyone." Her expression was a little puzzled, and she seemed a little incomprehensible.

"I..." I hesitated for a while, not knowing what to say.

Max saw me silent, she thought for a while and then suddenly opened her mouth and yelled, "Ah! Look at your appearance... Is it because of some scumbag boyfriend and parents to cut off relations to death and wait until they find out the other party's true colors Still love so much that you want to run out to work and earn money to support a man?"

"..." Uh, I suddenly felt that what she said was completely irrefutable. There seemed to be nothing wrong, but everything seemed to be wrong.

Seeing that I didn't retort, Max put his hands on his hips and looked at me proudly, "Hmm! Don't underestimate my old lady!"

"...Okay." I said helplessly.

I turned my head, propped my chin and looked at the empty small restaurant in a daze. I didn't expect that it happened to rain on the first day of work.

Everyone gets grumpy when it rains, and so do the supervillains. I don't know if they will come out to make trouble today.

Time flies, it’s almost ten o’clock now, and so far only two or three waves of guests have come. They seem to be Max’s regular customers. As soon as I came in, Max entertained me before I had time to speak. .

Of course, the tip naturally didn't belong to me, and it all went into Max's pocket.

As I was thinking, footsteps suddenly came from my sensitive ears.

Um, are there any guests?

I turned to look at Max and Caroline. They were talking, probably about cupcakes or something. Besides, their hearing was not as sharp as mine, and it was normal for them not to hear.

So I couldn't help but feel a little eager to try.

The person's footsteps were hurried, even a little weak and chaotic.

I think the sound of footsteps is familiar, but I can't remember it all at once.

Maybe it was to hide from the rain.

When the other party's footsteps stepped into the restaurant, I immediately said, "Hello, who are you?"

"..." The other party didn't speak, but I heard his breathing stop suddenly.

I raised my head and looked over curiously.

But at the same time, I was too stunned to speak.

"Why are you here?" His previously well-groomed hair and an unknown brand of high-end custom-made suits were all wet from the rain, and he looked a bit embarrassed, but the melancholy and indifferent temperament on his body remained the same, even It became more intense and made me feel that he became very strange all of a sudden.

My throat was a little uncomfortable, and I didn't answer his question directly, but asked him with the same question worriedly, "Why are you here? Are you alone? It will be very dangerous for you to do this..."

"Heh." His throat trembled slightly, and a low smile came out, "I can't appear here, but you can?"

I did not speak.

This is Brooklyn, how could Harry be in Brooklyn?And there is no accompanying bodyguard, and it doesn't look like they came here by car.

"And..." His blue eyes looked at me, "Why are you working as a waitress here in a ridiculous uniform? You are short on money? Oh, if you beg me, then I might consider making you my maid."

I gasped for breath, feeling his hostility again.

Why is he always like this?Vent all your temper on those who care about him?

"What's the matter with you?" I looked at him with some disappointment. "You're not supposed to be like this, Harry."

"What's going on? It shouldn't be like this?" He spread his hands and laughed again.

"No. I'm evil, I was born that way." Harry stopped smiling.

"Hey!" Max stepped forward suddenly, pulled me behind her, and yelled at Harry dissatisfied, "You bastard! Order or leave."

"It seems that I stepped on your wound too?" Harry looked at her again.

"Leave." Max looked a little annoyed, "Because our kitchen doesn't cook for scum."

Harry tilted his head and looked at me through Max, "Where's your boss?"

"What?" Max asked puzzled.

"I suppose your kitchen would be willing to cook for your new boss?" Harry took out a check from his pocket, and he looked crazy to me at the moment.

I tore off Max's hand that held me back.

"Get out of here, please," I said. "It's probably better for me to get paid for my work than to waste your father's money."

"Huh?" Harry sneered. "So? I don't want to leave. I want to get the service I deserve."

I raised my eyebrows, snatched Harry's check, and tore it right in the middle.

Harry looked at me in disbelief.

"It seems that you can't buy this restaurant now." I spread my hands innocently, "Literally, you are nothing now."

He looked at me with a look on me that I couldn't understand.

Harry was silent, seemingly calmer than before.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes and said suddenly.

Looking at his expression, I suddenly became sad with empathy.

"..." I opened my mouth, wanting to speak.

But before I could say anything, Harry turned around suddenly and walked out into the rainy night without looking back.

I watched his back gradually leaving, and suddenly couldn't say anything.

Harry... what happened?

I don't know, and I have no qualifications to ask him.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and I feel that I am still worried about his current situation, but... it seems like I care about a friend, not like I used to care all the time.

Suddenly, Max's hand on my shoulder brought me back to my senses, and she asked, "Is this your scumbag boyfriend?"

I looked at her and shook my head silently, "We were friends before."

"So do you have a boyfriend?" She looked at me suspiciously, then at Caroline. "He also reminded me of Caroline's ex-boyfriend, a purebred white jerk."

I froze for a moment, thinking of Deadpool who didn't know where he was now, then nodded melancholy.

There was a look of horror on Max's face.

But when I thought of Deadpool, I suddenly became a little careless.

I don't know where he is now.

I don't know how his mission is doing and when he will come back.

He's only been away for less than a day, but I seem to already miss him.

"Then what kind of person is your current boyfriend?" Max looked at me gossipingly.

I glanced at her, and recalling Deadpool, I couldn't help blushing and said, "He's tall and in good shape, without a trace of fat, and he fights very well, but his strength is very small, and he can't beat me at all." pain--"

"Wait!" Caroline, who was watching from the side, suddenly interrupted me with a sharp voice, as if it was a big deal, "Your boyfriend hit you?!"

I nodded, the kidnapping of Play should count.

"Then are you sharing the rent with him now?" Max asked me a little nervously.

"Yes, but this is his house, and I'm renting at his house."

"Why didn't you break up with him?" Caroline's expression was a little angry, but she still held back her temper, "Could it be that he is good-looking?"

I frowned suspiciously, and even felt a little displeased with Caroline's words.

Especially since I don't know why she wants me to break up with Deadpool.

But I patiently and honestly said, "He used to be pretty, but... for some special reason, his whole body looks like he was scalded."

"I see—he must be a good/big/live/good, right? Isn't he!" Max raised his head, leaned forward and stared at me and asked, "Hey, silly girl... Fangcao, there are many utensils/big/live/good."

I was almost amused by her exaggerated expression, so I had to cover my face with my hands... By the way, why do we say such things at work?

"You girls..." Max rolled his eyes, looking as if he was about to choke.

"I suddenly understood that he wanted to tear you apart when he saw you. If I were your so-called 'friend' just now, I would probably want to strangle you to death."