[Comprehensive] pragmatic theory of coquetry

"of course can."

Tom laughed over the phone.

Lily took the initiative to dial the phone and asked him to pick it up at home, which surprised him—he had seen her Ducati, and driving it was naturally much more wanton than sitting in a Chevrolet.

"I need to put on makeup and change clothes." She was probably eating lunch with the hands-free on, occasionally there was the sound of knives, forks and plates colliding, she spoke slowly, without mentioning why she left her car in the cold, "Don't use it too much morning."

Tom is not a gossip, and he is willing to serve her. After listening to her request quietly, he agreed: "Okay."

Standing at the door of Lily's house at this moment, I saw the blonde girl with her back turned to her, humming a strange tune while turning the door lock. Her left hand was wrapped with a bandage, so there was a reason for it.

During this period of time, her accidents were really one after another.

"How did it hurt?" he asked as he leaned over from the driver's seat to buckle her up.

Lily's blouse with a tie at the back of the neck is a bit short--downwards, the exquisite waist is faintly visible in the movements, and upwards it is due to the design of the style too cleverly and fit... She developed very well during puberty, she should grow The place where the flesh grew was unambiguous, and he glanced at it and politely looked away.

Lily looked out the window, absent-minded: "I accidentally got hit, it doesn't hurt much now, it's just that it's inconvenient to hold the car handle."

But every time it was inconvenient, Pierce had a task for her.It's the fourth time this month.

But it is equivalent to having a fourth high income.Thinking of this, she finally jumped with joy.

Tom noticed the change in her mood, and he bent his eyes and smiled: "You are positive. Mental work...it must be very hard."

"Fortunately, the human body card reader." Lily turned her head and picked up her eyebrows, which were deliberately thickened with an eyebrow pencil, a little bit to tease him, "Want to try it?"

Tom didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he looked up at the rearview mirror, and the general avoided her gaze, and didn't answer, just said: "I bought you some snacks, they're in the back."

A brother who knows how to do what others like needs to be cherished.

She immediately turned around and went back to search, and finally took out a bag of potato chips from the bulging shopping bag, tore open the package, the snack stuffed her cheeks, and didn't bring up the topic just now.

The car drove to the intersection, and the red light came on. Tom, like Lily, obeyed the traffic rules, stopped and waited for the seconds to be read.

Lily eats quickly, but the appearance of eating is not ugly. The last piece of potato chips is put into her mouth, and the tip of her tongue sucks her greasy fingers, like a kitten licking a bowl, which is also very pleasing to the eye.

But Tom also only took one look and then focused on the way forward, looking for something to talk to without squinting: "Are you happy with Hydra?"

"Happy." Without thinking, Lily wiped her hands with a tissue, then turned around and rustled through things.After peeling a piece of fruit candy, he slowly added, "Pierce will be happier if he raises his salary."

Tom laughed dumbly: "I thought you were already rich."

Hearing this, she raised her right index finger and shook it left and right.

Money is not enough.However, nowadays, I am not afraid of not making money, but more afraid...

Lili didn't know what to think of, and the satisfaction generated by eating on her little face suddenly disappeared by half, and she sighed faintly.

Two days have passed.Two days is equivalent to 48 hours, 880 eight minutes, 17 seconds, which she calculated with a computer.

hard...

It is really not a good thing that the man behind the scenes who sent people to intercept her did not show up again - no matter how good the psychological quality is, it is difficult for someone to calmly be the fish on the sword and wait for the next wave of danger without doing anything.

A hydra was hunted down by the highway and the name and identity of the perpetrator is not known yet, so if he speaks out, he will be ridiculed by his peers.

Lily naturally wanted to tell Pierce about the attack, but unfortunately she couldn't.

Speaking out, there is no guarantee that the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier that night will not be exposed. Once exposed, the secret that cannot be spoken to others between her and him will become a certain crime.

Punishment is inevitable.

She doesn't like being tortured.Then I thought about the pair of silent dark green eyes—"Weapon" tried to hide his organization behind his back and retrieve his past. If Hydra wants to wash him off again, the methods will inevitably be more severe.

My heart seemed to be shoved for no reason, but I couldn't bear it.

There was a bit of gnashing of teeth mixed in the unbearable.

She has read so many people's minds, and also read the Winter Soldier's, but after all, she can't see through him.

Lily played with her fingertips around the bandage hanging from her left hand, imagining beating the Winter Soldier's face like a sandbag into a pig's head.

That night she begged him pitifully for help, and in the end she gave up the next best thing: "It's okay to leave a contact information."

Taking out the mobile phone from the pocket: "Mobile phone number, email address, or add Facebook friends?"

He was about to walk out of the yard, but when he heard this, he turned to look at her, but in the end he didn't say a word, and left silently, simply and ruthlessly.

Thinking about it afterwards, he turned around probably just to confirm that she simply said the wrong thing.

After all, by adding Facebook friends with the Winter Soldier, Lily can be regarded as breaking Hydra's whimsical record.

She pouted.

If she got out of an accident because of his reckless refusal to save her, the ghost must follow him every day and poke his spine.

"My new cushion is so comfortable?" Tom whispered in his ear.

Lily froze, only to realize that she had already reached the entrance of the building.

The miscellaneous thoughts in her mind disappeared immediately, she unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, and went upstairs together after he locked the car door.

While waiting for Pierce to appear to explain the task, Lily couldn't sit still, wandering from room to room bored.

Most of the agents in Hydra are very busy, and even if they are not busy, they like to keep a straight face, which is meaningless at all.

They knew that Lily knew how to read minds and would not take the initiative to approach her.

If you ask her, the sewer is not considered dirty, and the garbage is not considered dirty. The human heart is the most filthy place in the world.

Cheating, framing, intrigue; all kinds of deformed and twisted ideas are disgusting, and the pain and pleasure are intertwined and crazily growing. Every time I read it, I feel like watching an ungraded horror movie by mistake, and I feel uncomfortable physically and mentally.

No wonder people are afraid of being seen clearly.

Of course, she also has a very beautiful and pure heart. She held the child's hand, blowing bubbles, and it was full of colorful and innocent dreams.

But people always have to live in reality.

Lily shrugged at her own shadow reflected in the window, and continued to crane her neck to look around.

She is looking for someone.

The person has not been found yet, and today's task is ushered in first.

"Why are you?" Lily took the information and looked suspiciously behind the man in black.I didn't see her brunette boss walking behind.

Rumlow raised his arm to block her sight, and said calmly, "Pierce is not free today. Let me convey his order."

She opens the folder.The paper was only a thin page, with a photo of a white male with a mole on his lip, a name, and an address printed on it.

"The hotel where the target lives is near the Empire State Building." Rumlow said, "He has an appointment with a woman named Nancy Rhodes to meet at eight o'clock in the evening. You need to find out that the contents of Ceci Louie's safe were transferred to where."

He pointed: "Miss Ross."

It's role-playing again.

Lily returned the information to him: "Alone with the target? I want someone to protect me."

Rumlow was noncommittal, but only asked her to make full preparations, saying that someone would send her to the hotel entrance before dinner, and turned around and left the room after speaking.

She followed her out and said angrily: "This request is not too much. I almost made it to the last dinner party..."

The rest of the words were swallowed silently.

Because of the figure that suddenly appeared in the eyes.

The air around the man walking towards him was tense and condensed.The steel and silver bionic electronic arm was stained with blood, and it was grasped into a fist, and the steps of the military boots were urgent and fast.

Not his blood.

No sooner had Lily observed this than the Winter Soldier was in front of her.

His pupils were cold and green, and he swept past Rumlow, and then her, without hesitation for a moment, passing her indifferently.

Her face was also indifferent.

Meet and don't know each other, everyone in Hydra is an acting school.

He is probably very busy.Lily thought as she washed her hands under the bathroom tap.

She took out a tube of lip gloss from her makeup bag, and applied it evenly in front of the mirror. There was a moist pink layer on her lips, which looked very sweet.

Hydra's fake identity of "Nancy Rhodes" is based on her face, so there's no need for a disguise, not even a change of clothes.

The tie at the back of her neck was a bit loose. She put away the lip gloss, raised her hand to untie it again, and lifted her blond hair sideways to see that the bow in the mirror was tied well. She was very satisfied and was ready to walk out of the bathroom with her cosmetic bag.

But I don't want anyone waiting outside the door.

Lily jumped when the black figure with arms folded against the wall came into view, and when she saw who he was, she hesitated, not knowing whether to back up or walk towards him.

The Winter Soldier is cleaning his knife.

Gobo-Mark2 double-edged fighting knife is very suitable for violent piercing.The pitch-black stainless steel blade has the unique icy texture of the killer, and it will be stained red when wiped with a soft cloth.

Knowing that she came out, the dark green eyes raised up and took a look.

Lily subconsciously looked around to make sure no one was around, and then slowly walked up to him, tightening her hand holding the makeup bag.

It should be a secret transaction, but for some reason, there is a strange sense of adultery.

The Winter Soldier seldom speaks on his own initiative, and if she doesn't speak, the silence will continue between the two of them.

The blood on the metal arm had been cleaned up, and Lily turned to look at his gloved right hand, which was so tightly covered that she couldn't see the marks of her teeth.

So he held back a word for a long time, and finally broke the silence: "...Does your hand still hurt?"

The author has something to say: Brother Dong: It won’t hurt if you kiss.

This chapter is not very satisfactory, and part of the content has been modified.Tonight's update is still coded, and it is estimated that I will finish writing after 0:[-]. Say good night to the treasures in advance~