[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Perhaps it was because there was a stranger who could listen to her words, who was trustworthy enough for her and was a stranger, Sandra's words became more outlandish.Fortunately, her ability to perceive words and emotions is quite good, and there will be no discomfort in communicating with her, so the communication between the two of them is quite relaxed and happy.

But because of this, the two of them stayed in the supermarket for more than two hours before Sandra ended her shopping.

"Fortunately, you helped Steve," Sandra said with some difficulty, holding two overstuffed shopping bags in one hand with the other, moving her painful palms, "I didn't expect that I would Buying so much... Without your help, I don't know how I would get out of the supermarket."

Although she had four bags in her hands, Steve had six bags in his hands.Sandra had no idea how she managed to fill all these bags to the brim.

Maybe she should consider asking her boss to pick her up.

"It's okay, do you want me to get some for you?"

Steve carried six bags with ease, watched Sandra move bit by bit like a snail, worried that her wound would burst, and asked.

"It's okay, I can still move these."

Because of the wound, Sandra didn't walk fast. Although the things were heavy, what she was worried about now was whether the bag would break, not whether she could carry these things.

When they walked back downstairs to the apartment, Tim, who was wearing a bright red shirt, was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, waiting for them downstairs early.

"Thank God," Sandra breathed a sigh of relief, not at all surprised why her boss knew about her going out, and unceremoniously handed over the things in her hand, "If you don't come down, I may have to run several times gone."

"Why did you buy so much at once?"

Tim reached out to take the heavy shopping bag from Sandra's hand, glanced at her stomach indistinctly, and found that there was no blood stain on it. He put down his snack, asked casually, and then looked around to help Sandra take the bag. Steve with shopping bags.

Captain America, who was born in the last century, looks quite young and strong, with brown blond hair shining in the sun, blue eyes embedded in a handsome face with sharp lines and three-dimensional features, and he is tall and straight Strong and perfectly proportioned, this external condition makes him look like the kind of handsome star who will be sought after by little girls.

But obviously more attractive than just from Steve's appearance.The gentle but firm temperament on his body makes him look more reliable and charming, not to mention the well-defined and full muscles on his body that show the sense of security he can bring.

While Tim was watching Captain America, Steve was also looking at this young man who dared to hack into Jarvis directly and left a message to come directly to talk to them.

The long black hair is neatly combed in the middle and fixed on both sides, and the same blue eyes, but they look deeper and more elusive.Tim has a handsome face that looks even very well-behaved and quiet. He looks like the most obedient, quiet and hard-working student in the school.

The pairing was too young for either of them.At a glance, Tim should still be at the age of college. Although his body has the same muscles, it still looks a little thin, and he looks like he is still growing.It's just that he doesn't look like a young man at all in the way he handles things, and he doesn't look jerky at all. When communicating or negotiating conditions, it can be said that his answers are almost not revealing, and it is even impossible to make people believe him. The real age under that uniform and mask.

They even have the illusion that they're not talking to a young man, but an old fox like Nick.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, Sandra interrupted the two of them observing each other, and said with some difficulty: "How long are you going to stand at the door, gentlemen? If you don't mind, let me take these two bag things upstairs and you slowly appreciate each other?"

"Give it all to me."

Tim reached out and grabbed all the shopping bags in Sandra's hands. Sandra, whose hands were freed, breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the steps briskly, climbed up the stairs, opened the door, and said enthusiastically to Steve: "Come in and sit down, Steve?"

"No, I'll go around to exercise again. Please accompany me today, Sandra."

Steve just declined Sandra's invitation, put those shopping bags carefully in the hallway to prevent all the contents from spilling out, and then planned to leave.

"It should be me thanking you for shopping with me and listening to me rambling for so long. Next time I will make some snacks and send them to you."

Sandra didn't try to keep Steve, she just said that with her eyes bent, and then said goodbye to him after a few pleasantries.

"Have fun?"

Tim moved all the shopping bags piled up at the door to the long table in front of the sofa, and asked without looking up.

"Very happy."

Sandra seemed to be in a good mood. She took off her coat, spread her wings, and waved her hands, causing all the newly bought things to fly out of the shopping bag and float in the air, so that she could sort them out again. Let them go where they should go.

Tim took off his shoes and crossed his legs on the sofa, propped his head on his arms and looked at Sandra directing the things in the living room, and asked, "Can I help?"

"No, I can pack it right away. If you're hungry, order some fruit and eat it."

Sandra resolutely rejected Tim, then pointed to a pile of fruit floating on the side, and said casually as if coaxing a bear child pestering her mother for help.

"Speaking of which, why did you come back so early today? I thought you would come back very late."

Sandra didn't ask Tim curiously why he knew her movements and had waited downstairs in the apartment early. She just sorted out the newly bought ingredients and opened the refrigerator, letting them fly into the refrigerator in an orderly manner. The inside is neatly arranged and stacked, so I asked him like this.

"Anyway, all I need for my job is a computer, no matter where I do it. How did you think of buying so many things?"

Tim took a cursory glance at what Sandra had bought, and found that in addition to the food that was almost drowning, there were also a lot of small and useless things, including Two pots of small and exquisite succulent potted plants were floating in the air.

"Boss, why don't you have any interest in life?"

Sandra sighed, picked out three apples from among the fruits and put them on the dining table: "This is our first residence in this world after all, so we must clean up and dress up, right?"

Tim obviously didn't quite understand Sandra's idea.In his mind, all the safe houses probably look the same, it doesn't matter how they dress up, but since Sandra has already bought them, it's up to her to make troubles.

"How are you doing with the Avengers?"

Letting the two pots of succulents fall on the table in front of the sofa, it didn't take long for Sandra to tidy up all those things so neatly that even Tim didn't know what she classified them according to, and where she came from. Where did you find so much extra space to stuff these things in.

Did he think that the space here had already been filled by him?

Sandra deftly manipulated the two flickering light feathers that shone like shards of a mirror and spun around the apples for a few times. After peeling off the skin, she cut the apples into small pieces and put them in the In the saucer, I inserted a toothpick and put it on the coffee table, then picked up the two pots of succulents, went to the window, opened the window and put the potted plants out.

Tim picked up a piece of apple and put it in his mouth, biting it, and said lazily: "It's almost there. At that time, I guess we will need the help of S.H.I.E.L.D. "

Compared with organizations like the Avengers, organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. that serve the government are trickier.

He never liked dealing with people like Amanda Waller.Unfortunately, Nick Fury resembles Amanda Waller so much that it bothers him.

"Take your time," Sandra sat down next to Tim, and then gasped in pain when she accidentally pulled the wound, "You can't expect to get everything done at once. It’s about the same time. After all, we will almost have to rely on Mr. Stark to go back... Speaking of what conditions did you negotiate with the Avengers? I don’t believe that only the superhero team in our world has other operating modes It can be negotiated, when will we help?"

"Take your time," Tim raised his mouth and squinted his eyes and smiled, then stood up and put another piece of apple into his mouth, biting a toothpick, he patted Sandra's head and rubbed it twice. She said in a tone of voice, "Your injury is still not healed, you just need to heal your injury with peace of mind, and I will take care of other things. You don't want to go out to work in a year or so."

"You're going to spoil me like this."

Sandra just bit an apple and complained vaguely, then straightened her hair when Tim moved his hand away, and then froze again.

Tim didn't notice Sandra's daze for a while, he returned to the room with his notebook in his hand, then raised his voice and said to Sandra across the room: "I won't go out from tomorrow, if you want to go out to buy Just tell me what you have to say, and if you toss like this, be careful that this injury won't heal for a year."

"I know how to measure. I'm not from your family who would work so hard. By the way, what do you want to eat tonight? I bought a lot of fresh ingredients today."

Sandra raised her head back and leaned on the sofa and asked lazily, her ears fluttering slightly on the side of her face keenly caught Tim's not-so-loud voice.

"Whatever you want, aren't you going to order takeaway today?"

Tim responds perfunctorily, apparently lost in his work again.

"I don't want to eat it. Everyone who eats it will get fat. If you have nothing to eat, I will do it casually."

Touching her belly that had grown back a little, Sandra was a little relieved and worried, but finally decided to indulge herself.

Of course, the main purpose is that the few Chinese takeaways I ordered before were not delicious and did not suit my taste at all. She missed the taste of Chinese food to death and it was inconvenient to go out, so she had to go home and make it herself.

After all, she hasn't actually checked the surrounding Chinese restaurants, and she doesn't know which Chinese restaurants taste delicious, and she can't exercise for too long. Tim has many things, so he can only pass the time like this to comfort him own stomach.

Tim hummed casually and fell silent.Sandra was submerged between the sofa and the soft pillows, her ears fluttering slightly in a bored way, her eyes staring blankly at the beige ceiling.

It's not good to go on like this...

Sandra leaned cross-legged on the sofa and raised her neck, her hair fell into the neckline and scratched her a little itchy.

It's really going to be spoiled like this.

Facing Tim always gives her the illusion that she is facing Daphne, so Sandra always unconsciously gets along with Tim in the same way she gets along with Daphne.And Tim is a good-tempered person, and he will always respond quite tolerantly to her actions and words. Unknowingly, she has become so used to Tim's actions and words that are closer to her.

Sandra rubbed her head and thought about it carefully, and found that there is nothing wrong with getting along like this.Even with slightly more intimate behaviors and words, Tim has never crossed the line. It is much more convenient and easier to get along with than ordinary friends, not to mention that her boss still feeds her, wears her, and plays with her. The big benefactor for her recovery.

Well, that's actually pretty good.

Thinking about it carefully, thinking that she had been slapped by Damian from beginning to end, and also by Newt and Dumbledore, Sandra immediately gave up on herself and thought about it quite casually, and then turned on the TV happily. I picked up the apple with a click, and there was no more entanglement at all.

The so-called life and death, indulging in pleasure, is talking about people like her.