[Comprehensive British and American] 280 days of tragedy

Harry Osborn was woken up by nausea.

He threw off the quilt, covered his mouth, and found the entrance of the bathroom with familiar movements, grabbed the toilet and vomited wildly.

The symptoms of vomiting were violent, he almost vomited out everything in his stomach, and he could feel a clear burning sensation when the stomach acid passed through his throat, only at this time did he clearly feel that he was alive.

Pressing the switch, the dirt was washed away, and he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror.

Icy blue eyes with red eye circles and a tired face that looks like it's never slept well.

In fact, he never slept well. Since his father passed away, when he couldn't fall asleep late at night, he could feel something stirring deep in his body, as if ready to overturn his life at any time .

The more clearly I felt the turmoil, the more I couldn't sleep, like an endless vicious circle.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Osborne."

"Come in." Harry flushed his face with cold water, resisting the urge to vomit, picked up a towel and wiped his face as he walked out of the bathroom.

The maids rushed in one after another, quickly packed up their things, and then quickly retreated. He turned on the TV, and the TV broadcast the same old news as usual.

Today's breakfast was on the table, but he had no appetite.

The nausea came back again.

pregnant?

He suddenly remembered the strange dream last night, and what she said in the dream, even he didn't know why he had such a strange dream.

He must be going crazy with this damn disease.

There is nothing worse than a dying patient waking up to find out that this is all true.

He picked up the wine on the table and poured a glass, intending to use the wine to suppress the feeling of wanting to vomit.

"Drinking early in the morning is bad for your health."

His lips touched a scented hand that covered the glass.

Ye An said calmly, as if it was a normal thing for her to suddenly appear in someone's house, she took advantage of the man not paying attention, and replaced the wine glass in his hand with warm honey water.

"How did you come in!" He questioned belatedly, turned his head and looked around, the door of the room was closed tightly, and his house was at an altitude of twenty.

Ye An hesitated for a while, and said honestly, "It was Kurt who sent me here, the one you saw last night."

Everything that happened last night was not a dream, it was all real?

He was so overwhelmed by the fact that he almost wanted to laugh.

It's ridiculous, a strange mutant who somehow said he was pregnant, a mutant who can walk around other people's homes as if they were his own, and take no security precautions.

"What are you doing here, you want to say that I'm pregnant?" He mocked with a bad attitude.

Ye An's eyes met those beautiful eyes, which were full of hatred and hysteria driven into a desperate situation. She really didn't understand why he was so aggressive, like a wounded hedgehog, wishing to kill him. Everyone around me was stabbed.

"I apologize in advance if I offended you...but it's true."

"Fact... Ha! Fact!" Harry said in a sharp tone, turned around and walked to the table not far away, and opened the drawer forcefully, Ye An even heard the objects inside collide with each other due to the owner's violence .

He took out a stack of long and thin notebooks from that poor drawer, leaned over the table and wrote something quickly on it with a pen, then walked back aggressively holding the note, and threw it to the ground. Ye An's face.

"You can write this check as you like, don't pester me anymore, get out, and don't appear in front of me again."

The check brushed against her cheek and slid lightly to the ground.

Ye An bent down to pick up the check on the ground. His name, Harry Osborne, was written flying in the corner of the blank check. The sharp pen tip penetrated the paper, showing how angry he was when he wrote the name.

According to the general law, anyone who is treated like this will probably be angry.

But Ye'an was indeed an exception. She looked very peaceful and showed no signs of anger.

People in the early stages of pregnancy will have great mood swings. This is not his fault, but his own fault.Ye An knew this a long time ago, so she stepped forward very calmly and grabbed his slightly trembling arm.

Harry's hand twitched, but for some reason it didn't shake her off.

She smoothed the check, put it in his open palm and said, "I'm not here for the money."

"Want more? How much? Is it worth the entire Osborne?" He said with a sneer, his face full of sarcasm and contempt, and he withdrew the hand that was held by her forcefully, and put it behind his back.

Judging from his tone, he seems to be the rich second generation of a rich family?Ye An always thought that the other party was a model, after all, he appeared in the backstage of the fashion show.

"I'm not in it for the money." Repeated again.

"Come on, all the people who approach me are for money." He couldn't help but grabbed the glass next to him, and slammed it towards Ye An.

She turned slightly sideways, and the glass brushed past her and hit the ground behind her.

The glass shattered to the ground, she looked at the angry man opposite, scratched her head helplessly and said, "What do you have to do to believe me."

Harry looked at the shattered glass on the ground, and Ye An's eyes remained unchanged.There was a faint sense of guilt in his heart, but that guilt was quickly suppressed by the irresolvable anger, and his ambivalence made him appear tough and aggressive.His speech became very fast, and his voice was tense: "How do you want me to believe you."

Ye An was taken aback, but he really couldn't come up with a reason for him to believe it.

"Let's go, don't force me to call the guards." Harry said still full of depression, but he didn't seem as angry as he was at first.He sat back on the sofa, picked up the phone on the table and threatened.

The guard refers to an organization similar to the police created by mutants and humans.The only difference from the usual police is that the guards specialize in dealing with mutants who have conflicts with humans.

When he started to press the button, Ye An was not worried that he would be caught in a mutant prison, but was thinking that if the guards found out about this, it would be the same as being known by the professor, and being known by the professor, Scout Te, Kuaiyin, Li Qianhuan and Kurt are finished.

Because the professor must be very, very, very angry.

She hastily stretched out her hand to hold his hand and said, "Wait, I got it!"

Harry looked at her.

She sighed helplessly, and reluctantly took out the notebook from her arms, "I never like to use this ability, and you didn't give me a chance to explain it last night."

"My ability is random." She opened the belt that bound the book, her black eyes looked very serious, she stared at Harry and said, "I'm not sure what is displayed after opening, if I I have shown you the proof, are you willing to go to the hospital for an examination? If you are not pregnant, I am wrong, then I will never pester you again. "

"Enough!" Harry growled angrily, "I'm not pregnant, that's impossible."

"Okay, I'll talk about that later." Ye An quickly changed the subject, handed Harry his hand, "You can open it, but if it's a dangerous ability, please stop me from using it."

Harry took a deep breath, took the book from her hand, faced himself, and opened it with as much force as if he wanted to tear it apart.

The moment the book was opened, Ye An felt the familiar power.It gushed out from the depths of the body and reached all the limbs. Ye An clenched his hands, suppressing the force forcibly, and waited for Harry's signal from the opposite side.

The notebook was originally empty, but a sentence gradually floated up.

After glancing at it, Harry casually closed the book, leaned back on the sofa and said, "Let's get started."

Ye An opened his hands towards Harry's position, green power flowed down from his palms like quicksand, touched the ground, and spread rapidly.

The green gleam flowed out along the floor, and where it passed, tiny moss appeared, and then began to grow.First, the soft tender grass emerges on the cold tiled floor. They squeeze each other mischievously, and can't wait to stretch out the slender branches. Wrapped in a bud.

Facing the sun, the flower buds continued to expand and expand in the air. At that moment, it seemed that they were trying their best to prove something.

It blooms.

The flowers bloomed at the same time at that moment, which was an incomparable beauty, Ye An could even feel the vibration of the air at the moment of blooming, like a sigh left by God in the world.

Harry looked in disbelief at the grass-covered floor and the sofa he was sitting on. The sofa had turned into a soft branch, and a small flower was blooming in his sight, exuding a gentle fragrance.

There is only a very simple sentence in the notebook.

[Where the power reaches, it will be full of flowers. ]

Ye An breathed a sigh of relief, she put away her strength, took the book back from Harry's hand, stuffed it into her jacket pocket and asked, "Do you believe it now?"

Harry blushed.

Do what you say, even if you cry.

In the end, Harry still failed to drive away Ye An. After all, for ordinary people, the power of mutants is extremely dangerous, although Ye An's current ability seems to be very safe.

He took Ye An to the first floor to wait for the doctor's arrival.

Because of Osborne and his rare genetic disease, they have their own team of doctors.Apart from their status as private doctors, they are also private researchers of Osborne Technology Company, and all their research is funded by Osborn. They are Harry's father, Norman Osborn's exclusive doctor for genetic diseases.

He didn't believe any of this woman's words, and the ghost knew whether that strange ability was a fake made by herself.

Throw her into the guard after checking.

He said so.

It turned out that the other party was quite leisurely, not only poured him a glass of honey water, but also called the blue-skinned man to bring her a breakfast.

"Let's eat something." After the blue-skinned person disappeared, she grabbed the heat preservation box and walked in front of him, and poured out a bowl of strange yellow things.

"It's red dates and millet porridge. It's lighter. It's better to digest if you feel sick." Seeing Harry's doubts, she patiently explained.

When Ye An stuffed the bowl into his hand, he realized that there was no spoon in the insulated box, probably because Kurt forgot to take out a spoon.

Harry obviously noticed this problem too. He watched Ye An turn over the insulated box slowly, and after making sure he didn't find any hidden mechanism inside, he took out the notebook with the devil written on the cover .

"Do you want to do that weird trick again?" Harry couldn't help laughing.

"No." Ye An had a patience that didn't match his own age. No matter how sharp Harry's attitude was, he was not angry at all. Instead, he patiently explained to him: "This is also one of my abilities."

Facing Harry, she wrote [spoon] (spoon) on the notebook with a pen, and after tearing it off, the piece of paper turned into a stainless steel spoon in her hand.

"When the book is opened, anything I write in the notebook can be visualized, but the size cannot exceed the size of the notebook, and living creatures cannot be summoned." As she spoke, she stuffed the spoon into Harry's hand with a look on her face. Looking at him expectantly, "Don't you try it? I am very confident in my cooking skills."

Harry looked down at the porridge in the bowl in the starry eyes of the other party. It smelled very sweet, and the red dates looked very appetizing in the bright yellow soft rice grains.

Thinking that the other party suspected that there was something wrong with the porridge, Ye An leaned over and took a sip and said, "There is no problem, this is boiled before I came."

Harry subconsciously bowed his head and took a sip. The warm food soothed his stomach that was burned and empty due to hangover, and the soft and sweet taste made people's appetite whettable.He ate a bowl without knowing it, and Ye An immediately came up to him and added another bowl to him with a small spoon.

Harry glanced at Ye An, who seemed to be seriously playing with his phone.

He drank the second bowl slowly, and the atmosphere between the two became so calm for the first time, but this calm was soon broken.

The doctors are here.