[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

"Is it safe, Puff?"

Lizzie hid behind the sofa and peeped through the cracks.

The villain of steel wobbled to the carpet in the middle of the living room, looked up, down, left, and right, then turned his head and made an "OK" gesture with her.

Lizzie held the slippers in her hands and tiptoed over to meet the Iron Man.

She stepped on the floor without making any noise, and Puff was also very obedient, staying where she was without making noise.Just when Lizzie's hand was about to touch the puff, Jarvis' metallic voice came from the living room:

"Miss, you can't think I'm sleeping because you wake up early. How can I help you?"

Lizzie felt as if she had been scanned by X-rays, and Jarvis had thoroughly penetrated her internal organs.She took a deep breath and squeezed the puffs in her hands.

Just a little bit!A little bit!

"Jarvis, I need your help. Can you let me out?"

Lizzie stared longingly at the door.

"Why don't you ask me, sweetheart?"

A sweet and frivolous voice sounded from behind.Lizzie was startled, and then rolled her eyes to the sky.

Is it useful to ask you?The answer is not the same!

Iron Man has been out of his mind for the last two days—everyone in the Avengers thinks so.He has been overly strict with Lizzie lately, almost to the point of paranoia.

He always sat at the place closest to Lizzie at the dinner table; when she was full and she lay on the sofa to digest, he would come over, look around, and even close the curtains—as if Lizzie had just crawled out of the underworld. When you come out, you will not look like a human being when you are exposed to the sun.

Follow it when you go to sleep at night.There are often horror scenes in the bedroom: Lizzie came out of the shower, and saw Iron Man lying on her bed at a glance, posing a sexy pose of a pictorial male model——

"Sweetheart, are you scared at night? Come into my arms—"

... He was clearly afraid of himself.

Before Lizzie could softly touch his cheek, he was dragged away by Steve and Sam.

"Stark is to you like a dragon guarding his treasure, or a poor man holding the only winning lottery ticket."

Natasha seemed to think that her metaphor of comparing the rich to the poor was very refined, and she giggled while blowing her nails.

Under normal circumstances, Lizzie would have been happy to pamper him—after all, the lost and found experience works both ways.She allowed him to use a flying carpet to tie her into a dumpling and hold her in his arms, and even allowed him to harass her by banging on the door at three o'clock in the morning——

But he wants to trap her at home and can't go anywhere, she can't stand it.

"I have to go out, Tony. I have an appointment with Peter and the others."

Lizzie turned her head, trying to give him the sweetest smile.

"They—?" Tony drawled his voice in a fuss, "Who else is there besides Little Parker?"

He is like a provocative cat, his fur is blown up.

"Uh... Wade," Lizzie said earnestly, her eyes sparkling. "It's Burrito Day."

What a damn burrito day!

Tony walked over boldly with a sullen expression on his face.Lizzie almost thought he was going to hit her, her heart pounding.As a result, he walked up to her and knelt down.

——Take off the slippers she was still holding, and put them on her bare feet.

She looked down, Iron Man was rarely tame.Maybe it's because I just woke up in the morning, my hair is limp and drooping, and my eyelashes look like elves in the morning light.

Oh, this scene really looks like a prince and princess, doesn't it?

Lizzie bit her lip foolishly.She wiggled her toes and kicked the slippers she had just put on.

Tony muttered: "...I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

Lizzie showed him her fit body: "I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

"Shut up, your tube of serum is pirated."

Tony ruthlessly demolished the situation.He stood up to push her back on the couch, but Lizzie slipped out from under his upraised elbow with great dexterity.

She yelled as she searched for shoes: "I'm going! Peter and I have an appointment!"

In fact, she made an appointment with her little friend yesterday, but Iron Man was soft-hearted, she couldn't help being seductive|seductive and trapped at home by him for a whole day, so she had to go out today no matter what.

Tony walked over and pulled her waist, and put his forehead against her collarbone rather sadly.

Lizzie patted his head and couldn't help laughing.He now looks very much like the emperor penguin who can't live without his parents.

"Bring puffs. Don't mess around with avocados. Don't go anywhere dangerous."

He tirelessly urged, and Lizzie responded tirelessly.They exchanged a kiss in the morning light like every married man and woman who separate for work early in the morning.

There was no eroticism in this kiss, Tony just took a soft one on her lips.Like a drop of water hitting a leaf, it brings up a damp wind.There are also golden particles floating in the air.Everything is warm.

Tony bit her lips reluctantly. The girl's lips were at their freshest, more delicious than any strawberry jam in the world.When she tapped her lips lightly with her waxy white teeth, Tony thought he could smell citrus and milk again.

Next year's Florida orchards will have a bumper harvest.

He knew he couldn't convince his girl any more, but he fought anyway: "Honey, what the hell is that burrito day? I think we could have a donut day too, how about today?"

Lizzie laughed as she tied her shoelaces, her curls bouncing in the sun.

"Great idea! But not today."

Tony watched as her back blurred and dissolved in the sunlight.He stopped at the door and let out an empty boudoir's cry: "Come back for dinner, baby—"

Lizzie turned her head and said "OK" to him, and after two hops, she disappeared like a rabbit.

Tony pulled on his slippers and went back to the living room.

"Okay, okay...see what I can do to pass the time today—"

He threw himself heavily onto the couch.The room was empty and dry, and the citrus-milk smell that hung over him was gone.

……

"Why is there such an evil word in the world-homework. I would rather be besieged by alien villains for three days and three nights than be tortured by papers."

It's rare that Spider-Man didn't save the world today.Because he has homework to catch up.For this reason, the trio's "burrito day" meeting place has also been transferred from the air-conditioning box (…) to Peter's house.

Lizzie took a sip of the lollipop and turned the page of the comic book: "Calm down, Peter. You're a top student, the kind who can do anything."

Peter's head hit the desk lamp, and there was an earth-shattering sound: "You are wrong. I am willing to exchange three experimental reports for a paper on aesthetics."

He is not good at understanding the greasy crookedness of literature; nor can he understand the profoundness of aesthetic principles.

Wade is still watching the soap opera with relish.After chasing the latest update, he finally had time to talk to his extraordinary partner: "If you want to finish your homework quickly, Deadpool can help you! But the quality can't be guaranteed, I haven't written that fucking stuff for hundreds of years .”

He paused for a moment, then thought: "Hey, I have a golden idea! My legion—yes, I have a legion—the Deadpool kid from another world went to school, and he's at the same table as Cyclops .That little four-eyed guy doesn't do his job properly, he knew about Piano Gray at a young age..."

"Need I remind you, elementary school and high school are not the same thing."

Peter didn't lift his head and wrote like a fly.

Wade shook his head knowingly: "It's like California burritos and orthodox Mexican ones are not the same flavor."

Peter threw the pen cap on his head.

"Shut up, you're making my stomach growl."

The friends sewed a zipper on the mouth, trying to create a quiet learning environment for Peter.After a while the poor homework boy turned around with a stiff neck—it was so hard, Lizzie could hear his rusty joints clicking.

His little Bambi eyes twinkled: "Liz, I'm not sure if you can help me—"

"No way." Lizzie turned the page of the comic book again, "Homework is a thing of the past life for me."

A moan escaped from Peter's throat.Lizzie yelled "Wade, do you want to watch My Little Pony?", and then saw two little friends who had no homework and were light-hearted, happily watching cartoons together.

"...fucking friendship."

Spider-Man finally realizes that he is alone in the ocean of homework.The heartless backs of the two devil friends told him: don't chase.

By the time Peter finished his homework, the sun was already high.Dazed, he stuffed a stack of papers into his schoolbag, and when he looked up, he saw Lizzie pointing her index finger at him, looking rather mysterious.

"Clang! Contemporary Picasso—and Picasso's friends made a great contribution! Impressionist masterpiece No.1 not to be missed!"

He leaned over to look, and Lizzie snapped a painting into his hand.Spider-Man's face became indescribable.

"I don't know much about it. But you call it Impressionism. Monet's tears could flood New York."

It's hard to say who draws better, Wade or Lizzie—both are, to put it bluntly, ugly.Wade's villain can at least make out the outline, but the color scheme is quite eye-catching; Lizzie's is a human figure made out of a few wooden sticks, and her skill in drawing stick figures is first-rate.

Three ugly villains, holding hands, with a balloon on each head.

"I'm going to call this painting Best Friend."

Lizzie was quite fascinated.Apparently she felt that the friendship with these two people who had gone through life and death together was extraordinary.Peter noticed that she used "best" instead of "good," which made him even more desperate as he ironed the post.

—Who the hell wants to be friends with a deadpool bastard.

"Oh my gosh - little scroll -"

The Deadpool who looked at the side was already moved to tears, and the words rolled on the tip of his tongue twice, but the tsundere spider boy didn't say anything.

Then Lizzie came up with an idea enough to make his brain explode: "Pete, you can frame it in your bedroom so you can always think of us."

Spider-Man replied dryly: "Kill me. Please spare my baroque decoration."

He actually called his little crappy bedroom a baroque—the two guys weren't laughing, and he felt dizzy himself.It's all because the painting had a strong impact on his soul.

After all, the soft-hearted boy finally accepted the painting, and reluctantly pasted it in a small corner next to the Iron Man poster, where it is not easy to be found.

Regardless of whether Deadpool is satisfied or not, Lizzie is quite satisfied anyway.

After they finished hanging the paintings, they sat on the sunny floor and chatted about trivial matters.

"Anything new recently?"

Peter slapped his knees lazily: "You know, going to school is nothing more than that. Classes, experiments, and reports are over, and it's Spider-Man's time after class. But there's been no wind or waves in New York recently, and the bank robbers have stopped."

"It never sounded new to me—"

Lizzie was talking to herself.She touched the arm covered by the coat, where the thirteen scars existed.

Spider-boy fell silent.Lizzie had already told him what had happened.The beauty of this teenage hero: He can always empathize with the pain of others.

Deadpool looked at this and that, he flicked his tongue easily: "I have a breaking news here! The ultimate exclusive!"

"what?"

"Aww Wolf is missing in England, and the mutants are looking for him."

"What wolf?"

Lizzie and Peter asked in unison.

"Aww wolf. Whatever wolf it is, the one with the face of Hugh Jackman."

——Understood, probably a person.

Seeing that they were still confused, Wade showed a look of resentment.He used crayons to draw a little man on white paper, with thick hair and a beard, and fingers longer than a witch.

Lizzie studied it for a while.

She lay lazily on the floor and spread herself into a cake: "Maybe I can keep an eye out for them when I go to London someday."

The younger brother urged her to go back to work, but the unscrupulous boss still didn't pay her salary!It's just a day to be able to delay, she hasn't cooked enough salted fish in the sun yet.

The author has something to say: [Review Knowledge Points] Burrito Day was mentioned in Chapter 22.

Today is the gathering time of the boudoir group, and I am watching you alone.

Open a small instance of Wolverine.

I can live a life of salted fish anytime... I've been busy recently, the aesthetics are too disgusting, and so is Tang and Song literature!

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

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