[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

I stared blankly at Wade, not quite understanding what he was saying.Out of some inexplicable trust, I knew he wouldn't really hurt me.So I just watched him to see when he would calm down.

Then Wade really calmed down slowly.

He still held my hand, making it impossible for me to resist, and the posture on top of me was not the same as Clark or Barry.I could sense Wade's deep unease.

"Don't be angry." I said, frowning, trying to struggle twice, "We have something to talk about."

Wade took one look at me, let go of my hand, fell beside me, and put his arms around me.This action is very similar to me looking for a throw pillow in bed after a nightmare.

"Stop taking your own life so seriously," Wade said softly, resting his forehead on my shoulder, "and don't talk about sleeping over the lists. Believe it or not, I'll sleep on them before you sleep on them." You've slept through several rounds."

"Oh..." I suddenly realized.It turned out to be for these.

"That was an angry statement just now, how could you believe it."

"You actually want to live so hard to save Osborn. To be honest, I'm a little jealous. Isn't it important to save my face? Isn't that enough reason for you to live?"

"Oh..." I thought about it seriously, and said frankly, "Harry is more important."

Wade immediately looked up and stared at me.I laughed at his gaze.

"Okay, don't compare." I patted Wade, sat up, and opened a little distance, "Don't worry, you two are like my brother..."

"I'm not." Wade retorted immediately, "I don't know if Harry Osborn is like that, but I'm definitely not."

I ignored him, got up after tidying up my clothes, jumped off the bed over Wade's waist, and continued talking.

"I'll take care of your face, and I'll take care of Harry's genetic disease. I'll live and not sleep through the list. Also, can you please express your anger in a different way next time? You need Learn other ways to communicate your anger, or I'll think you like me."

Wade laughed. "You better think so."

I find the slippers and roll my eyes at Wade. "That's enough. Do you want dinner? If so, hurry downstairs."

I think that it is because of Wade's strange behavior that others will think that there is something wrong with his brain-well, I can't deny that, many times what Wade does, no matter how you look at it, he has something wrong with his brain.Such as his soliloquy, his strange ability to travel through, and the way he expresses his anger.

I don't think of Wade kissing me in other ways.Although when I think about it, well, it means I'm stopping myself from thinking in weird directions.Well, I admit it.It's not all my fault, Wade's attitude is really weird.But I know very well that if you face Wade seriously, you will lose.Absolutely can't be serious, especially when I know he's into his ex-girlfriend, and I have Clark, and curses.

Yes, curses.

There's no time for my half-hearted thoughts now.I'm going to focus on Clark.I love Clark, Clark loves me.There is no problem.

That's right.There is no problem.

When I think that I still bear Harry's future, I feel a special sense of mission.I haven't told Harry about it yet, but at least Hermione and Riven know.

The dinner that day was quite lively.My mother and Clark came back around the same time and met on the way.When they opened the door, I was standing by the drill board, watching Wade show off his knife skills, applauding.

"We're back... what are you cooking?"

Hearing the door open, Wade and I turned our heads at the same time.Mrs. Jackson walked into the hallway, and Clark was holding a briefcase behind him, looking at Wade and me, seemingly in a daze for a moment.

Without thinking, I put down the half-washed lettuce and ran to the porch to meet my mom and Clark.

"Welcome back!"

I give them each a hug.Clark's gaze softened as he met mine.I hung his coat on the coat rack by the entryway.He kissed me on the cheek.

"We're making a curry, Indian style," I said, pulling Clark over to the table, and saying, "Wade is amazing, he can do everything. He can chop spices super finely, and toss potatoes super well." handsome!"

Clark frowned and laughed. "Toss potatoes?"

"Yeah, it's like juggling..." I gestured.

"Showers aren't as handsome as I am." Wade's voice came from the kitchen.

Clark and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I just got off work, and I don't want to cook," my mother said, walking upstairs, "I'll take a shower first, and you can have dinner first."

"Got it, we'll be waiting for you, Mrs. Jackson!" Wade responded loudly.

Clark raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at me. "Deadpool has a really good relationship with your mother."

I immediately raised my hands and crossed them in front of my chest. "No, don't imply that I'm thinking in weird directions. I hope you mean that you think my mother thinks of Wade as a second son." After a pause, I added, "Well, I kinda want one Brother's."

Then Wade came out of the kitchen, took off his apron and threw it to us.Clark reached out to catch it, reflexively.

"That's all I can do. You can do the rest," Wade said, raising his eyebrows as he watched Clark and me walk from the other side of the table to the sofa.He threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV.

Clark and I looked at each other.

"No, I can't let you into the kitchen." Clark shook his head immediately.

I stomped my feet angrily. "My cooking skills have improved!"

"I know, you're out of the frying-kitchen age," Clark quipped, pulling on his apron. "You're kind of in a taste dysregulation right now."

"It's because you look good in an apron." I snorted coldly and refused to comment. In fact, I couldn't refute it.My cooking skills are indeed as bad as the Aegean... The French dishes I cook can be more British than the British.

So before my mother told Posey, when I get married, I must find someone who is good at cooking and cleaning, and it is best to know how to sew, otherwise I will not be able to live with a mental retardation.I remember at the time I was like, okay, I still have Percy, and Percy is married and I have Harry, Peter, and Hermione Riven.

From this point of view, Clark should be my true love who didn't run away.He is a good cook.

I watched Clark cook next to him.We talked about his work and my work.

"Speaking of which, I ran into Raven today. She asked me to ask if you have plans for next week," Clark said.

"Not yet. What's the matter?"

"Not sure, probably looking for you to play."

"Then I'll call her." I said, turning to leave the kitchen, inadvertently meeting Wade's eyes on the couch.

Wade frowned and turned his head.

I think he looks a little weird.Much like being angry again.

Wade often looks very strange, I think I should get used to it, so I decided to ignore him and go to the side to call Raven.Raven said she was going on a family trip with her brother and some people from the college next week and asked me if I was free, and she thought I would like Seattle.

"You can take Clark with you.The kids really wanted to see Superman. ’ Raven told me.

"Actually, you want me to take Clark there for everyone to watch?" I half-joked, agreed to Raven, and turned back to the kitchen to ask Clark's wishes.

Of course Clark said yes.But I thought, well, there's a good chance this is going to be another date where I need Clark Kent and Earth needs Superman, and Clark drops me as Superman.I'm used to it now, and I care more about when the curse will be broken.

As for dating Clark like this, am I not happy?Is there a way to develop long-term?That's not the point.

like i said.Harry is more important.

This is my first group outing with mutants.

Weekend Seattle appointments coming up soon.I've seen the deep pockets of Academy X...or rather, the deep pockets of Riven's brother.No wonder I haven't seen Ruiwen worry about money before and now, and buy whatever she likes.I think that's why I'm better than Peter.Among the five people, we are the only ones who are poor.

Surprisingly, when I got on the plane with Clark, Wade was there.

"what?"

My eyes widened in surprise.Clark, beside me, also stopped.

"Hi." Wade waved to us, sitting on the window seat at the end of the cabin with crossed legs, dressed as a mercenary, you can imagine how arrogant his expression is under the mask.

Other voices came from behind.Clark and I moved into positions, still standing, out of the way of the others.Although Raven hasn't introduced us yet, from the whispers and excited expressions of the X Academy children, I feel that they already know who Clark and I are.

"Long time no see, Eli."

This voice is very familiar.I turned my head and saw Raven's boyfriend, Hank, pushing Professor X's wheelchair onto the plane.

Clark and I smiled and nodded at Professor X.

Charles approached us in his wheelchair, shook hands with Clark, smiled softly, and patted me on the arm.

"Long time no see, Professor." I nodded to Charles.

"Wade is part of the X-Men," Charles explained, glancing at my left arm.

"Oh...he has a contract with me." I think I should explain, although Charles should already know what I'm thinking, "Yeah, that's the damn thing. He's looking for me. There's only one missing. [-]% couldn't find it either.Because there is no such person.

Charles smiled slightly, "I know. Raven told me." Then, after a pause, Charles turned his gaze to Clark, "Nice to meet you, Kayle."

Charles then communicated with Clark.

I felt that their men needed space, so I went to sit next to Wade.Most of the kids at the academy kept Wade at arm's length, except for a metallic mutant and a teenage girl with a cropped head.The girl kept rolling her eyes at Wade.

The author has something to say: Frankly speaking, I couldn't write this article several times.Not only because of the dismal collection and clicks, but also because of changes and changes.The most important thing is that he is No.1, and I can't devote myself to Wade.I've been worried about Clark next door...otz

I really need a little motivation to hang on and finish this post.Omg otz.