[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

I wondered what else I could give her.She had property, money, and jewels.She also owns my mind, my body, and my heart.

——"Floating Dream"

There is a saying that things backfire. Generally, there must be twists and turns before or after this sentence.

Ye An thought.Every time he tried to talk about the baby, trying to make Harry understand all the disadvantages of being born a mutant, someone always interrupted, so maybe this baby was destined to be born.

As soon as he walked out of the police station, he saw a middle-aged man standing beside Harry's Maybach.

When McCann saw Harry coming out, he hurried forward, glanced at Ye An who was standing next to him, and frowned, "Ha..." He opened his mouth and said a word habitually, and soon He paused and changed his words, "Osborn."

"Macken." Harry blocked Ye An behind him.

The cold wind blew past the three people standing at the door, Harry's eyes were cold and impatient, "What's the matter?"

"Is it convenient to talk?" McCann asked, considering the language, "Just the two of us." He emphasized the words of the two people.

"Five minutes." Harry raised his hand and looked at his watch, "You wait for me in the car." He said to Ye An.

Ye An looked at McCann who was on guard against her, nodded, opened the car door and got in first.

McCann and Harry walked to the street seat not far away one after another. Harry sat down first, and then her sight was blocked by a man in black.

That was the black-clothed bodyguard who followed McCann just now, and he was staring into Ye An's eyes vigilantly.

She looked away, and in order to show that she had no intention of eavesdropping, she took out her phone and checked Twitter.

I didn't expect that the first one on the homepage would be the one of the black spider: #缘缘人##钢萨森的蛋破悲事# Such as the title [picture] [picture].

This tweet was retweeted crazily by the friends of Xavier Genius School, especially Deadpool. After each mutant retweeted it, he would retweet it again, and commented on the maddened at all mutants he knew.

Kuaiyin: Oh... the first time Colossus... will never have a chance to use it.

Li Qianhuan: Kuaiyin, if you say that, Colossus will see it.

Colossus (: Yes, I saw it.

Fenghuang: Ruiwen, I've seen through you!

Mystique: That's the Man with Thousand Faces!

Man with Thousand Faces: Not me!

Nightcrawler: [Candle]

Cyclops: It doesn't matter what happens to guys without girlfriends. @phoenix

Mutant 1: Burn Upstairs.

Mutant 2: Burn Upstairs.

Mutant 3: Burn Upstairs.

Ye An thought for a while, forwarded this tweet from Black Spider, and sent a [candle] with great sympathy.Then I returned to my homepage and edited Twitter.

[Poor, do you have a part-time job? ]

Ye An's Twitter name was changed to: thehermit_sellingflowers. (Hermit_sells flowers.)

The Hermit was the nickname they gave Ye An when they were at the Xavier Academy for Geniuses.The origin of this nickname is also quite random. At first, Kuaiyin wanted to call Ye An Shengzi or Maria, Mary Sue, etc., because Ye An always followed Kurt in and out of church during that time, and he spoke with a A taste of religion.

After being beaten up by Ye An with a pillow, she just randomly drew a card from the tarot. Although the card she drew also had a strong sense of religion, she didn't dislike the card of seeking truth. card, so it was decided.

Ye An was scrolling through Twitter boredly on one end, while Harry on the other end was leaning on the back of the chair, holding the hot coffee that McCann bought from the street in one hand, and resting his elbow on the back of the chair with the other hand , the action looks a little uninhibited and arrogant.

He squeezed the paper coffee cup tightly with his fingers in turn to keep warm, "You still have 4 minutes."

McCann took a sip of hot coffee, unnaturally loosened the tight tie around his neck, and then slowly said: "I heard from the doctor that you found a cure, from that girl."

Harry paused, raised his chin slightly, and stared at McCann with ice blue eyes from bottom to top. This movement of looking up did not weaken the sharpness in his eyes, but made them look even sharper, "Doctor ? Tomorrow he won't be."

McCann loosened his tie again, lowered his tone, trying to show his concern, "I just care about you, Harry."

"Call me Osborne, this is the second time." Harry suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "I don't need your concern, please control your boring snooping behavior."

"Your father and I are friends, Harry." He tried to persuade, looking like an elder caring for the younger generation.

"But you're not my friend."

"Sorry." McCann sighed softly. He raised his hand and took a sip of coffee to block the insidiousness in his eyes. When he put down his hand again, he became a kind elder again, "I just heard that you refused I'm a little worried about the doctor's suggestion to inject the mutant with the virus."

"What are you worried about?" He asked with a sneer, "Worried about my dying too slowly?"

"Harry, I don't mean any harm. I just think you can try to listen to the doctor's advice." McCann gave up arguing with Harry and changed the topic to the reason for his coming, "Your father has studied for more than 20 years, and Never had such dramatic results, she is definitely the only solution."

"That's all you want to say?" Harry impatiently interrupted McCann's boring speech, "The time is up."

"Harry!"

"Shut up." Harry squeezed the coffee cup tightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Mikan, since you were once friends with my father, I'll give you a piece of advice."

He stood up, walked to McCann's side, and whispered in his ear: "Put away your poor acting skills and hypocritical care, it will only make people sick." After he finished speaking, he stood up, Throwing the coffee cup into the trash can not far from the chair, the brown liquid was violently splashed out, leaving weird scratches on the trash can.

"Just do your job, McCann, and stop trying to challenge my patience."

"I'm here for your body." McCann said behind him without giving up, "You can keep her by your side before you are sure how useful she can be. Women are always deceived by love , you can do very well, Harry."

The incandescent lights in the office building not far away suddenly went out, and McCann stood where he was. The darkness covered his clenched right hand, which was tightly behind his back.

Harry walked quickly to the car, and the black-clothed bodyguard stepped aside and opened the car door for him.

"Drive." After the car door closed, Harry leaned back on the soft sofa, closed his eyes to gather himself, and tried hard to suppress the boiling anger in his heart.

After a while, he felt that the quietness in the car was a little strange, only the soothing music played slowly in the car, Harry felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at the girl who hadn't moved since he came in.

The phone in his hand was still on, but his eyes didn't look there, but were fixed in a strange direction.

She leaned against the car window, her elbows resting on the protruding armrest of the car door, and she supported her cheeks with the back of her hands. Her long black hair hung softly around her neck, revealing her white earlobes hidden under her black hair.

Ye An fell asleep.

At first, she just planned to squint her eyes. Maybe the car was too comfortable, and the nerves that had been tense all day suddenly relaxed at a certain moment, and heavy sleepiness followed.Then, she fell asleep in the arms of Hypnos, the god of sleep.

The ever-bright orange street lights in New York cast a light shadow on her face, and after those too transparent and quiet eyes were covered, the childishness covered by her eyes finally broke out and appeared on her face, making her see It feels more harmless and soft.The plump red lips were slightly pursed, as if they were seductively exuding a sweet breath.

She was good looking, no doubt about it.Different from Su Rong's overly gorgeous appearance, she has a kind of beauty accumulated over time, which makes her have a strange temperament produced by the combination of gentleness and calmness, as if she can feel at ease as long as she stays by her side.

Harry stretched out his hand, pinching the tail of Ye An's hair hanging on his shoulders, carelessly entangled it between his fingers, and let it go again.The soft hair gently broke free from his control along with his movements, and was held tightly in his palm in the next second.

The car suddenly bumped, and Ye An's body swayed uncontrollably.The sudden sense of danger caused Ye An to open his eyes suddenly, and quickly supported the glass near his sight, avoiding the tragedy of smashing the glass with his forehead.

"Are you okay?" The gloom in Harry's eyes faded like a tide, revealing a clear and gentle blue.

"I was just shocked." Her brain was still a little confused, she slowly straightened up, and after a while, she realized that there was another finger that was longer than hers under her palm.

Harry's body was right behind her, and the two of them were sitting very close to each other. Ye An could touch Harry's chest as long as he leaned back. This distance allowed him to smell the mixed scent of vetiver and musk and his body. Aggressively stained her collar.

She has never liked such a strong fragrance, and it easily reminds people of a forest in a majestic rain, as if there is no end and hope, and she just wants to immerse the world in darkness.

"Sorry..." Realizing that he had been staring at his fingers for too long, Ye An let go of his fingers unaccustomed.

The movement of the limbs drove the air around him, and the fragrance became stronger immediately. The smell from Harry's body easily overwhelmed the soft floral fragrance from Ye An's body.

Harry took her hand, rubbing his thumb lightly against the back of her hand.

The suggestive touch made her shudder inexplicably, she hesitated for a while, but she still didn't pull away.

This tacit attitude undoubtedly encouraged Harry to take further actions. He lowered his body and approached Ye An's face with an inch. His warm breath was entangled in the tight space between the two of them. There is no ambiguity and obsession in the eyes that are too quiet, and there is no fear or resistance in the black eyes.

"Can you?" he asked.

The owner of those eyes blinked slowly, and he could clearly see that only his shadow was reflected in those eyes, as if he was the only one in her world.Then the reflection was gone, and with it came soft, floral-scented lips.

She just lightly covered her lips on his lips, brushing away his aggressive oppression soothingly. It was a kiss that was so clean that it did not contain any lust. , only the slightly trembling eyelashes swept across his cheeks, with a hint of youthfulness.

The street lights suddenly disappeared, and the vehicle entered under the bridge hole.The two fell into a brief darkness, Ye An also left his lips in the darkness, she opened her eyes, "Yes."

She said.

The darkness passed, and the light came again.In the light, Harry could clearly see the reddish color on the face of the woman in front of him, especially on the fair skin. Her words gradually lowered, almost whispering from her throat.

She was... looking at him.

"Close your eyes." Harry said hoarsely, the strong fragrance seemed to be burning, he straightened her body, lowered his head and kissed those lips forcefully, regardless of whether she closed them in the end Eye.

Two very different scents intertwined in the narrow space, fingers deeply inserted into the long black hair, holding the back of her head half-forced, kissing fiercely and viciously.Crushing her calm breath, with a scorching rhythm that got her into the fray.

Ye An groaned softly, the vague voice was pressed in by the tip of his tongue, and turned into a short breath.He chased Ye An's lips and tongue, forcefully branding his own mark on her lips, in her mouth, and even deeper places, his breathing blended into her panting without any barriers.The temperature rose inexplicably, and Ye An felt the hot breath from him. The strange temperature that was different from anyone else stained her body, leaving a deep and wanton fragrance.

In the end, the fierce battle subsided, and Harry bit Ye An's lips unsteadily, and gently brushed his fingers on her back, enjoying the intimacy moment.

"My child, let's call it Asa." Ye An said suddenly, with a touch of tenderness in her clear eyes, she lowered her voice expectantly and joyfully.

The heart in his chest was contracting violently. With his eyes closed, Harry turned his head and slid from the corner of his lips to the side of his neck, biting gently.

It took a long time before Ye An heard his hoarse answer.

"It's too early for a name, Ann."