[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

Vivienne felt that she might never have a more embarrassing moment in her life.She squatted on the ground, her hands were covered with dirt, she raised her head blankly and looked at Lord Voldemort in front of her, thinking that today was either very lucky or bad luck:

"I had a terrorist attack outside yesterday."

"and then?"

"Then? There is no more, sir." Vivienne felt that she was really suffocating. This person was not there when she asked for help, and she still didn't answer the call today, but suddenly appeared behind her like a ghost without a sound. Sometimes, the last sentence is to speak in such a cold tone, and the clay figurine will also be forced to become angry:

"You didn't answer when I called you, and now I've taken care of it myself."

Lord Voldemort was obviously choked, and when he spoke again, he was a little gentler. Although it was extremely limited, to those who are familiar with him, it sounds like a world of difference. To those who are not familiar with him, it sounds like the difference between freezing to death and irritating people to death. Just: "Then where did you sleep last night?"

"I don't know either." Vivienne clapped her hands, trying to clean her hands a bit: "It should be at a friend's house of a friend of Peter's? It's a woman, sir, don't worry."

Lord Voldemort's tone softened a bit: "Let's go, let's talk when we go back."

After they entered the house, Vivienne didn't realize it until she washed her hands. She climbed the stairs and shouted to Lord Voldemort downstairs: "Sir, can you lend me your spare key, I'll get a new one! "

Lord Voldemort didn't use a key to open the door in the first place, and an Arahor hole opened it. What kind of Muggle door could stop him?But he has always tried his best to conceal his identity in front of Vivian, so he had no choice but to answer this question: "I'll match you later."

"Thank you, sir." Vivian stepped on her slippers and went back to her room upstairs, and continued to rest.Before she fell asleep, she seemed to hear someone talking to Lord Voldemort downstairs, speaking very fast and anxiously, she sighed and buried herself a little deeper in the quilt, feeling that her guardian was the most helpful thing in the world Man, even Bill Gates shouldn't be this busy.

Vivienne heard a knock on the door when she was in a drowsy sleep, presumably her guardian had returned—or had she left?In short, when she went downstairs, she found her new keys and mobile phone on the table. As soon as she turned on the mobile phone, all kinds of messy text messages flooded in, almost crushing the latest Apple phone to death. .

I thought my phone had been killed in the blast on duty, but it still works!Vivian sighed, I'm sorry Mr. Jobs, I will never black Apple again.

She flipped through the pages and found that the person she was looking for most urgently was her new agent, basically since yesterday her mobile phone was forgotten in the study room, and she lost contact with the agent who failed to answer after three calls , she sent a text message every ten minutes, and she could make several calls in an hour, so she dialed back according to that number first, and answered in seconds:

"Hello, this is Josie Dubos, is this Vivienne?"

"Yeah." Vivienne explained: "I didn't answer the phone on purpose. There was an explosion in a bookstore here in Queens yesterday afternoon. I was hit with a slight concussion. I just recovered today."

Josie seemed to be flipping through something on the phone: "Well, I see, take a good rest, try to recover before next week, you are going to work. Now that you called, I can just let you know one time."

Vivian suddenly had a premonition that something good was about to happen: "What?"

"You have the next week free," Josie told her. "We're going to have you shoot a catalog and a fragrance, and you're going to the New York store opening, so you're going to have to do a full-on image." For remodeling, there will be professionals to teach you, and your shape also needs to be fine-tuned."

"No problem." Vivienne said pleasantly, "I will definitely coordinate the time!"

"We will pick you up at eight o'clock in the morning next Monday." Josie is a vigorous and strong woman, as can be seen from the way she speaks: "Keep your mobile phone open, and contact me at any time if you have any questions."

"Well, thank you." Vivienne had an unbelievable feeling until she hung up the phone. She buried her flushed cheeks in her hands and took a few deep breaths before breaking free from that unreal feeling, as if She who has been floating in the clouds finally landed on her feet.As a result, when she turned on the phone again to see who else had called her, the very familiar number jumped into her eyes, which made her calm down all of a sudden.

Not only has he calmed down, but his whole body has been completely chilled from the bottom of his heart.

That was Peter Parker's home phone.

Vivienne finally came to her senses: yesterday's explosion destroyed all their books and homework, what a tragedy.She suddenly felt very sad and indignant, just now her head is no longer dizzy or hurt, she has strength, and there is no one at home, she looked outside to make sure that there is no one around, even if she rolls around in place After scaring others, she screamed in relief:

"My computer—! My homework—! Peter, I'm sorry! That bastard who made the explosion, you are nothing!!"

Ever since Vivienne came home, she has been very quiet and obedient, especially when she called her agent just now, her voice was sweet, cute and super polite. The female agents who were in charge of monitoring her were all It was so cute, and the motherhood that was thrown into some corner along with the conscience was picked up again, but the next second they were startled by the sudden angry accusation, even Maria · An agent like Hill, who is usually calm and self-sufficient, trembled all over. Her earphones were shaken halfway, and a little sound leaked out: "?! Is this the scream of the death banshee?!"

"Huh?" Someone outside the door asked with a smile: "What can scare you?"

Maria turned her head and saw that it was the special forces captain Brock Rumlow, who had just returned from installing surveillance and bugging devices at Vivienne's house, and quickly gestured for him to go out: "This is a monitoring room for women only, Lang Captain Mulo, if you stand here again, I will call you sexual harassment."

"Being able to say one more word to you is worth being charged with any crime." Rumlow smiled and stepped back a few steps away from the door to look away: "But this must not be included. Why, the plan is not going well, is it? Or is there something wrong with our installation?"

"No, everything is fine."

"Then let her keep shouting." Brock Rumlow shrugged: "No matter how much she shouts, we won't lose a piece of meat."

Maria looked at him with subtle pity: "...Captain Rumlow, you can't set too many flags as a human being."

On the other side, Vivienne didn't know how troublesome she had been involved in. She was on the phone with Peter, and Peter on the other end of the phone was blushing. Under Ned's watchful eyes Trying to keep your tone steady:

"Are you feeling better today?"

"Well, I expect to be able to go back to school in a few days." Vivienne felt uncomfortable and angry when she thought that all her and Peter's things were left at the explosion site: "It feels like my luck has always been very good recently. The ups and downs between Qibai and Qibai may have fluctuated to the bottom before. Hey, it would be great if I hadn't been lazy to borrow your notes, I always feel like I'm hurting you, sorry."

Peter waved his hands desperately on the other end of the phone, and later realized that Vivian couldn't see his body movements at all, and quickly added: "No, no, don't think so, this is a purely small probability event, don't think too much, and……"

And I'm the one who hurt you.

When he thought of this, he felt very uncomfortable. His identity was exposed, but he didn't know who the enemy was, so he could only passively stand in the open and endure the attack, and it might affect more people, even his classmates. were all affected by the explosion.

"And what?" Vivian heard that there was no sound on the phone, and quickly called her deskmate twice: "Peter? Is he still there?"

"Here I am!"

"I'm really afraid that your connection will suddenly drop." Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief, and proposed a solution: "Let me make up a note for you."

"I have a backup on the computer." After Peter finished speaking, he secretly hated himself why he spoke so quickly. He almost bit his tongue when he changed his words: "If, if you also make up, we can go together? This appointment A safer place?"

"Ah... I was just about to tell you this." Vivienne felt very guilty: "Your partner won't be able to go to school next week. Shall I help you find a new partner?"

"No!" Peter refused very quickly: "I can wait for you."

"You are really the best tablemate in Queens." Vivian grabbed her phone and swore impassionedly: "Don't worry, as long as you send every homework to my phone, I will check it out within two days." I will hand over all the information to you, and I will never let you work alone!"

In fact, Peter really wanted to work alone, so Vivienne would feel very embarrassed, and then in order not to owe him favors, he would rush to find a way to return it to him elsewhere. Thinking about it, I feel happy .But he hasn't really been able to speak out his mental activities with the cheek:

"Okay, I'll let you know next time I send out my homework."

"Thank you." Vivienne looked at the time and found that it was almost time for class, so she thoughtfully prepared to hang up the phone: "Then we will see you later."

She checked her phone again, and found that there was no more urgent serial calls like her manager and Peter, so she replied the text messages one by one, and suddenly saw a text message from an unfamiliar number. Incoming SMS:

[Vivian, hello, I'm Ella. ;-D]

"Ella." Vivienne carefully typed letters while reading her name, saved her number, and returned the text message:

[Okay Ella, I saved your number. 】

The next second her cell phone rang, and Vivian saw that it was Ella's call, so she picked it up:

"Ella? What's the matter?"