[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

"Nice to meet you."

Lizzie greeted Wayne like a lady.She's pretty serious about it.

"It's my pleasure too, miss."

Compared with Tony's oily tone, the youth from Gotham is much more stable.He doesn't seem to have any bad problems, his tall figure, humorous conversation and gentleman's face are all his charm points.

"Look at him—I'd say he's a lot more pomade than you."

Lizzie moved closer to Tony's neck, teasing with admiration.

It can be seen that Wayne's hair was originally very smooth, but their current shape is also pleasing: they can be called distinct, except for the front of the forehead, each hair stays in its proper position.

If she hadn't heard about his famous love affairs, Lizzie would have regarded him as a straight-hearted young man.

However, as famous as Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne is an out-and-out heartthrob.

Tony's attention was pulled from Wayne when he heard her.The big eyeballs turned around strangely, returned to her body, and stared right at her.

He was as upset as a child whose mother had eaten Halloween candy: "Hey, open your eyes and see who is standing next to you!"

Although he lowered his voice, Wayne's hearing was obviously not bad, and he keenly captured Stark's dissatisfaction.

The young man shook the goblet in his hand, and an obvious laughter escaped from his throat: "I want to take back what I just said. Not only are you old-fashioned, but you are still naive in your behavior."

Tony was not overwhelmed by his sharp criticism, he confidently circled the girl in his arms, implying: "Don't be jealous, Wayne. I don't need to renovate any more."

Bruce saw the face of the girl in his arms, and it turned red bit by bit.

What a great age, what a pretty face.However, the girl with the angel face comes and goes, like undulating high and low branches; Stark, a bird without feet, finally learns to stay for others.

"You guys gave me a good show just now." The joking expression disappeared from his face, and Bruce said with a sigh, "Congratulations."

Maybe next time he shouldn't invite his celebrity companion to a dinner party, the limelight is Stark's forte.Obviously he was the host of the whole banquet, but he was robbed of all the attention by this colorful shirt.

……

Lizzie stared thoughtfully at his back as Bruce made his way to the crowd, circling among them.

"Well, seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Master Wayne refreshed my understanding of him."

Tony murmured eccentrically, "Oh—was the Gotham baby a little more handsome than you thought?"

Lizzie laughed. "I don't mean his appearance."

She saw the flames in him.

Loyal, steadfast, and bright, it never seems to go out.

She was a little emotional: "He is indeed a good man, in every sense."

At least not as frivolous as he appears to be.His soul bears a heavier connotation.

Tony didn't care.He raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "The women in Gotham love him. Besides a good skin, I guess they also see a bright spot that I can't see."

He's slightly jealous: "—and now you've seen it too. Our charm babe has another one under his suit pants."

Seeing his long face, Lizzie let go of her thoughts and concentrated on coaxing him: "Of course not. You will always be the one who wears the most sexy suit in my heart."

In her heart, he is cool and cute.You know, "cool" will make people have a sense of distance, but Tony's "cool" is more like a harmless showing off of a gifted child.He's right, but that's not why the world treats him favorably; his charm stems from his innocence, those self-promotions that shine brightly but are genial.

Lizzie smiled at him.The smile was extremely sweet, but something more provocative was brewing in the dimple of the corner of the mouth: "My Mr. Stark, why didn't you wear a tie today?"

"It's just a banquet, that stuff strangles your neck." Tony pouted, "What's wrong?"

Lizzie caught him off guard by the collar and pulled him closer.Her lips were as sweet as strawberry jam.

She pouted her sexy lips and complained childishly: "It's nothing. It's just inconvenient for me to kiss you."

……

An hour into the party, Lizzie had a big event.

She is drunk.

Tony didn't notice at first.She said she wanted to try a little of her own cocktail, which Tony graciously offered.

One didn't pay attention, and when she turned her head again, she found that she had drained the entire glass of wine.

Tony patted her face lightly, and brushed back a lock of her curly hair that had slipped down: "Are you okay, baby?"

He was a little worried, just a little.He had known that Lizzie had been injected with super soldier serum, and Captain America, who had also been injected with this type of transformation agent, was not drunk.

Lizzie's face was normal, and she lazily rubbed the back of his hand like a well-fed cat.

"I'm very good."

she says.The voice was soft.

In the next minute, Tony saw her face blushing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She stood firmly, her waist straighter than usual, as if she was about to participate in a military parade.

"You're so good-looking—would you like to come over to my house and play with my Legos?"

She spoke earnestly, word by word very slowly, as if trying to control herself.When speaking, a little wet red looming in the mouth.

Apparently her tongue was a little curled up, and it sounded cutely clumsy.

Tony: "..."

Iron Man couldn't laugh or cry at the moment.I don't know whether to complain about her poor pickup skills, or to blame the ten times diluted soldier serum.

No matter how you look at it, the tube injected into her body is fake!

Cold and drunk again, is it really so tasteless to dilute ten times?

Tony supported the smirking person, and she immediately softened into a puddle of water in his arms.He set her straight with all his heart, and she bounced back like a programmed doll, returning to her original posture, standing upright, looking at him purely.

When those blue eyes look at you, it's like you are her whole world.

"Stay here, don't move around. I'll get you some hangover." His voice became hypnotic and soft, more like helplessness.

"You squeamish little hero."

……

One hour and twenty-five minutes into the banquet, Lizzie stood in the women's bathroom, staring blankly in the mirror.

Her brain seemed to be stuffed into a ball of hemp rope, it was a mess, and she couldn't figure it out.

Indistinct, odd pounding sounds from a distance, accompanied by footsteps and screams.The impact was obviously very violent, shaking the mirror in the bathroom, and at the same time Lizzie's mind also trembled.

She remembered.There was a sudden explosion in the hall... The crystal chandelier fell down, the crowd scattered and fled, and the surroundings were in a mess.

Blindfolded, she followed her instincts and plunged into the women's bathroom.

I always feel like I forgot something...

what is it then?

Alcohol paralyzed her thinking, and she had a splitting headache just thinking about it.Her arms involuntarily propped up on the countertop of the washstand.

The flying carpet also seemed to be terribly worried. It lifted a small corner and put it on her shoulder, and patted her reassuringly.

The sound of the explosion was far away from her, but it seemed to be very close at the same time, making people's ears buzzing.

When she looked up again, she was taken aback: through the mirror, she found a person standing behind her at some point.

He was wearing a suit vest over a shirt in a nice color scheme, and he looked as if he was ready for a party at any moment.His hair was green and thinning; his face was painted pale, not the same shade as his neck.

Lizzie hesitated a little dully.She didn't know whether to remind him that he had applied too much foundation, and that his neck and face should be more even.

The grotesque man caught her looking at him, and smiled with an odd grin.He reached down with his hand and gestured to unbutton his crotch.

He also had a weird voice, it sounded like he was singing: "Ah, ma'am, if you don't mind, I'm going to the bathroom now."

Lizzie will find something wrong no matter how dull she is.All of a sudden, she was empowered with blood, and she suddenly covered her eyes!

She stammered and tried to straighten her tongue: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

After a while, she was a little confused: "Is this... the women's restroom?"

The green-haired man in a suit shook his crotch, and took out something from it.He held it in his hand, turned it over and over again, and said with a smile:

"Yes."

Lizzie was leaning against the bathroom wall, her legs were a little weak now.

She said calmly, "Oh."

The cold wind blew in through the small window, and the two fell into silence.

She squinted at the man.Alcohol is really not a good thing, it makes her eyesight deteriorate and her brain hurts.

In the blurred vision, there are vague flames flickering.

She shook her head vigorously; she still couldn't see clearly.

The green hair walked around in the bathroom, muttering to himself occasionally.He also seemed drunk and talked like crazy.

Lizzie thought he was circling too much, making her feel sick staring at him.

No, there must be some way to make him stop.

She propped herself up and stood up straight, her voice was still soft, like a pool of water:

"Would you like—refills, lipstick?"

She thought she was sending out a friendly invitation loudly.

Sure enough, the green hair stopped, and his evil eyes fixed on her.

While he stopped, Lizzie glanced at him again and again.She became more confident.

"You, look, your lipstick is all smeared."

She pointed to the corner of his mouth.She felt that the make-up skills of this possibly heterosexual man were really bad.

look at his mouth!Why do you have to paint it in such a long line!Left and right are not symmetrical!

The clown looks in the mirror and touches his face.

He hadn't realized yet that the color at the corner of his right mouth had been erased, revealing the scar that should have been covered up.

"I'll just say—" Lizzie muttered as he looked around.At the right time, she took out a tube of lipstick from her pocket and handed it to him.

The clown took it, grinned at her, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

He hit hard, and soon his mouth was covered with layers of bright red.This rude action made Lizzie's heart ache.

He carefully and meticulously fixed his makeup, and now he looks like a symmetrical clown again.

He seemed in a great mood and hummed a song.

The grin grew bigger and bigger, and the hidden premonition of danger made his hair stand on end.He fought back the urge to be excited.

"You are such a lucky baby, you are welcome to visit my city again."

The green hair waved at Lizzie like a clockwork puppet, then jumped out of the bathroom window and disappeared.

Outside the bathroom, the footsteps were getting closer, messy and hurried.

Lizzie's first thought was: He hasn't returned her lipstick yet!

But when the second thought hit her, she shivered and was completely sober.

Lizzie should have been very clear about the little thing that the green hair took out from the crotch just now.

That was a detonator.

The author has something to say: the color of the master's flame... I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I want to ask for everyone's opinions.

[Notice]: I'm going to participate in a competition this morning, so I will update it earlier... I will resume the evening update next week.

[Time to roll call and send little red flowers]:

有一只豆喵扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-11-0310:46:08

西柚橙扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-11-0412:42:01

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