[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

"Let me down." After they came out of the elevator, Vivian saw someone walking around the door through the glass wall. Vivian has been very careful since she discovered that the weird ability to make others ignore her has completely failed. : "I'll wait for you here."

Rumroy put her down gently, and the heels of his shoes made a small, crisp sound on the marble floor: "I'll be there soon."

Vivian took out the keys from her bag and gave him the keys, and found a place to sit down. After a while, Rumlow drove the car to the door, and the man who happened to be wandering around also left, and Vivian stood vigorously Standing up and walking outside, the [-]-inch shoes were swayed by her. Just looking at the way she walked, you can't see the slightest discomfort in her, just like the little mermaid who walks on the tip of a knife in Andersen's fairy tales .

The moment she went out, the person who had made a fuss at the shooting scene yelled at her maliciously: "Is your sugardaddy here to pick you up?"

Vivian gave him a middle finger without looking back.

"You're so well-mannered." Her newly appointed bodyguard and assistant, Rumlow, opened the car door for her: "You're not angry when you say that."

Sitting in the back seat, Vivienne began to stretch her long legs impatiently, and untied the straps of her high heels: "It's okay... Actually, I think the most fundamental reason why we can't quarrel about this matter is that I don't know what the phrase is It means, I know it is not a very good word. And he will soon be unlucky, so I don't want to care about him and lose my position. "

Rumlow's throat moved slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's better not to know."

Vivian had already taken off her high heels and thrown them on the front seat.This pair of shoes is expensive, and they look good, but unfortunately they don't match her foot shape, and her exquisite and slender feet are a little red from being strangled. She breathes a sigh of relief, feeling that she has finally recovered from the nightmare of [-] inches A: "My God, it feels so good to be back on the plains."

Rumlow concentrated on driving with his eyes on his nose, his nose and his nose, and he recited the professional ethics in his heart [-] times, but this process didn't last too long——

There is a traffic jam.

In the city of New York, it seems that the frequency of encountering traffic jams is a little higher than the frequency of villains destroying the world every day, but the latter is causing physical damage, while the former is mental damage. A few 10 minutes to an hour or two are the norm.Vivienne looked at the snail-speed traffic slowly passing by outside the car window, and when she was bored thinking "can I go slower", the good and bad spirits were still moving at a slow speed. Traffic stopped completely.

"Red light." Rumlow knew what Vivian wanted to say without turning his head: "Wait for three minutes."

Vivienne sighed: "Okay." She breathed on the car window, stretched out her index finger and drew a heart shape on it, and then filled the inside, painting the blurry car she saw through. The window saw a figure:

"I seem to see an acquaintance." Vivian took out the sunglasses from her bag and put them on her face, and the half-down car window shouted to the side of the road: "Steve!"

No no no no no, don't be the person he imagined!Rumlow wailed inwardly.It's a pity that God never seems to take good care of the evil Hydra. The tall man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing an outdated jacket by the roadside waved to Vivienne:

"Hi."

"What a coincidence." Vivien poked her head out and found that the traffic ahead was finally showing signs of moving. With dozens of seconds left at the red light, she retracted into the car and took off her sunglasses. White eyes looked at Steve with a smile:

"Do I need to give you a ride? It's rare that today's traffic jam was resolved so quickly."

Steve was originally embarrassed to bother Vivienne, but when he saw those eyes, he couldn't help blurting out words of agreement:

"Then trouble you."

"Come!" Vivienne waved: "This way."

When Steve got into the car from the sidewalk—that’s right, he still insisted on walking on the sidewalk after it was blocked like this—the traffic in front finally cleared away, and Vivienne rolled up most of the window, and the car The temperature in the room gradually rose, and Steve and Rumlow simply looked at each other in the rearview mirror, and sparks flew out immediately.

"You know him?" Rumlow spoke first.

"He helped me." Vivian avoided mentioning the word hospital, as if there was some psychological shadow: "Do you know him too?"

Rumlow paused, and before he could think of an excuse, Steve took over the conversation: "We met in the gym."

Vivian didn't doubt this statement at all, and was even convinced for a second: "It really is!" She looked enviously at Steve's muscles beside her, and then at Rumlow: "That's great, envious. "

For a moment, Rumlow didn't know whether to lament that Captain, you are a model of lying with open eyes, or lament that the symbol of the American spirit can also lie.In the end, he chose a more secure topic: "Where is it appropriate to send you?"

Steve has now lived in Stark Tower, which is about to be renamed, but he really can't tell Vivienne to send him to Stark Tower: "The next intersection will be fine, thank you."

Vivienne looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and reminded: "Recently, the security here is not very good, and there are always accidents. You have also seen it. Be careful when you go back."

"You too." Steve looked at Vivienne. His blue eyes conveyed the emotion called "caring" gently and firmly. It's as normal and smooth as eating and drinking, but when facing this old-fashioned sweetheart, he couldn't say anything: "Be careful."

"I will send Vivienne back safely, this is my duty." Rumlow fought back not to be outdone.

"Excuse me, both of you." Vivienne finally discovered the dark tide between the two belatedly. She reached out her hand and made a "truce" gesture: "Peace not war. Rumlow, drive well." .”

"Just park here." Steve saw Natasha smiling at him from the car on the side of the road with sharp eyes: "I saw the person I made an appointment with."

When Rumlow pulled over, Vivienne and Steve had already exchanged mobile phone numbers and Facebook accounts. Vivienne even blew a kiss to Steve from the car window, with a 100% sweet wink : "Goodbye, sweetheart, I look forward to meeting you next time."

Natasha let out a muffled laugh in the car, and Steve spread his hands helplessly: "Don't laugh at me, please?"

"This girl is so cute." Natasha started the car: "Captain, next time you meet someone, you should take the initiative, find more topics, ask for a mobile phone number or something, you are a man, take the initiative One point, don't be afraid, go, what girl can refuse you?"

Against Natasha's gossiping eyes, Steve stubbornly raised the phone: "In fact, we just exchanged phone numbers."

Natasha: It's amazing our captain, let's eat melons and watch the show.

Steve poked open Facebook in a strange way and found Vivienne's account to follow, and found that there was basically nothing on it except official photos of business cooperation and several catwalks. Account, he was a little frustrated at first, but after thinking about it later, the relationship between him and Vivienne was just like "acquaintances of acquaintances" and "people who helped patients who needed help". I figured it out again, maybe when they get acquainted in the future, Vivienne will be willing to exchange private accounts with him, so she asked Natasha:

"What should I talk about?"

Natasha immediately corrected her mentality of eating melons and watching dramas, and seriously suggested: "You can say whatever she is interested in. Let me think about... ballet? Books? Fashion?"

Steve sighed: "I don't know much about these, but I'll try my best."

Natasha encouraged him: "It doesn't matter Captain, I will ask you more next time I go to teach her a body class. A woman's intuition tells me that you will definitely fall in love before this time next year."

After so many days of gossiping teammates, Steve finally had some resistance, but it was obvious that he was not strong enough, and the tips of his ears turned red again: "No... I didn't think so, it's too rash for her, right? , I don't want to scare her. We need to get to know each other better, and we'll have to wait." He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt at the thought that Vivienne had just passed her 17th birthday, as if he was relying on his older The idea experience is like abducting people, so I repeated it again with extreme seriousness:

"We have to wait, at least a year."

Natasha's indifferent face: wait a minute.Believe it or not, you will find that your love rivals are growing exponentially after waiting?Forget it, the captain is not in a hurry, I am in a hurry, eat melon, this melon is really delicious.