[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Ma Baonan Observation Report

At night, Manhattan was brightly lit, and the classical buildings under the street lights were reflected in shadows. Three people stood at the door of the restaurant on Lhasa Road.

Song Xin paid the bill inside, swiped her card quickly, and when she came out with her bag, there were only 30-year-old Ma Bao, Luo Gen, and a waiter who saw the situation was not good and came out to fight.

Waiter: "Sir? Sir, it's wrong to beat someone—"

The 30-year-old mother yelled arrogantly at Logan: "If you hit me, the waiter will call the police!"

Song Xin became furious when she heard this, and shouted, "Are you cheap! You deserve to be single!"

Luo Gen narrowed his eyes, and Song Xin ran over with her bag, with wine dripping from her hair, looking a bit miserable.

The waiter said: "Sir, it is difficult for us to do this, so I will call the security guard."

Logan said flatly: "You can try."

Song Xin ran over and said angrily, "You guys are still being unreasonable here! He splashed me with wine first, and then slapped me in the face, why didn't you care about it then? Now that someone grabs his collar, he knows he's doing justice partner?"

The waiter paused for a moment, and when he saw Song Xin clearly, the waiter was beyond shocked: "Ms... Ma'am?"

The 30-year-old Ma Bao shouted again: "This muscular man, please be careful, I work in Stark Tower, and I am familiar with the Avengers—"

The waiter paused and asked Logan, "Sir, is this lady your female companion?"

Song Xin blushed and whispered, "No—"

Logan nodded slightly, took a cigarette and drank it, and looked at the waiter.

Waiter: "That's right, sir, it's my duty to prevent riots at the entrance of our restaurant."

Logan Howlett raised an eyebrow to signal him to continue, and the waiter added kindly: "—to prevent a riot at the door of our restaurant."

Logan dragged the man away: "Thanks."

The man screamed, "I'll report your restaurant! You can't guarantee your safety—"

Song Xin was so angry that she took the high-heeled shoes and knocked the man over with a bang. The shoes rolled on the ground a few times, and Song Xin picked them up and put them on again.

30-year-old mother: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Song Xin felt that this person talked too much, so she directly stuffed her wallet into Ma Bao's mouth.

Logan: "The brain turns very fast. Be careful that he is bitten by you."

Song Xin was trembling with anger, and said, "I bought it for five dollars and used it for three years, so I don't feel sorry for it! I really... I really have been in the world for so many years, and this is the first time I see someone cheaper than me—"

Logan said: "Unlucky. Tell me, how many times do you think you should hit? Does your face still hurt?"

Song Xin said aggrievedly: "I don't know the answer to this kind of question—speaking of it, if you ask this kind of question to others, it usually means that you should let him go..."

"I'm asking you." Logan repeated: "Does it still hurt?"

Song Xin was like a coquettish slut who had found a backer, and immediately nodded vigorously: "It hurts!"

Logan directly dragged the man into the alley, pressed him against the wall, and punched him in the face.

"Ahhhh-"

Song Xin: "One time is not enough!"

Logan Howlett squinted his eyes. Under the neon lights, Song Xin's cheeks were fair, her skin was tender, and only her palm prints were red and swollen.A wave of anger welled up spontaneously, and he held back his anger and said, "Yes."

Manhattan is like a hale and hearty old man who doesn't need sleep. Under the warm yellow light, Logan helplessly supports Song Xin, who is a head smaller than him, and sits down by the endlessly rushing river.

"It's okay to leave him there... right?" Song Xin said anxiously, "You probably didn't kill him?"

Logan replied patiently: "I saved some strength, there may be a problem with the nasal bone, but he will definitely not dare to mess with you."

Song Xin didn't answer, Logan looked in her direction, Song Xin was sitting by the river, the river was surging, tall buildings stood everywhere, neon lights and street lights formed a kaleidoscope of colors on the water.Song Xin stared blankly at the majestic river, and suddenly asked in a low voice for a long time: "... Am I in a mess tonight?"

Logan said to her, "No."

Song Xin said a little sadly: "I feel quite embarrassed. After trying to dress up better, I was splashed with wine and slapped in the face, and finally met again..."

Song Xin paused, and said sadly: "...it's nothing."

Logan got up and said, "Wait for me for 5 minutes."

Song Xin stayed by the water and looked at the river again. New York at night is full of sensuality, feasting and feasting, but there is also a secluded corner where one can be alone.

How difficult is it to adapt to this society?Song Xin thought sadly, a mature social person would not beat people to death in that kind of place. Song Xin knew that this would never happen if Song's mother was present.

But this kind of discomfort was short-lived after all, because the real problems were overwhelming like a mountain, and Song Xin's bill just now was enough to make her feel so painful that she had no time to feel uncomfortable.But Song Xin felt that the money was worth the money. At this time, whoever spends the money has the right to speak.

Song Xin hugged her knees uncomfortably, she just felt that she was so lonely in this city—or even in this country, that she had nothing to rely on.

But she still had to persevere, Song Xin was so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes, even if she encountered discrimination in employment, even if she was threatened by others, she must continue to work hard.

——This is Beidiao and Hudiao, and it is the reality faced by everyone who is thousands of miles away from home.

How can I go back?

The East River in New York is turbulent, and Song Xin vaguely thinks of the sea in his hometown. The water here will flow into the warm North Atlantic Current, but how long will it take before it flows into the Yellow Sea in his hometown?

Song Xin hugged her knees and rolled herself into a ball.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked behind him, "Crying yourself?"

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin said with a strong nasal voice, "No, there are no tears in the adult world! I feel like I'm going to catch a cold. Damn it, I really shouldn't be wearing this kind of skirt... People really do things that are contrary to what they usually do I'm going to be unlucky..."

"I think I'm fine in that bomber jacket." Song Xin blushed and covered up, "Although Edith and Madeleine think it's ugly, I think it's okay! And it's safe, I wear it Nothing ever happened to…”

Logan unpacked something and sat next to Song Xin. He was taller, older, and looked tough, while Song Xin looked like a fresh graduate.

As the river wind blew, Song Xin firmly said to Logan: "Anyway, you don't have to worry, they say fools don't catch colds, and I don't fall down so easily..."

Then, something wet wiped Song Xin's forehead.

Song Xin was still in tears, so she was startled immediately, and looked at Logan vaguely.Logan used a wet tissue to wipe away the residual, fuzzy makeup and traces of wine on Song Xin's forehead and face.

Logan said: "The makeup is still pretty, kid."

Song Xin's face turned into an apple.

Fortunately, Song Xin only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat, and the blood in her veins hit her eardrums, pounding like thunder.Not bad, she thought.

——Fortunately, the neon lights are colorful, fortunately, the lights are dim, and fortunately, the half sentence earlier was not spoken, and it was not finished.

Song Xin said nervously, "I don't have tears—"

Song Xin suddenly remembered Logan's appearance in that alley when he finished beating someone:

——At that time, Logan mentioned the bruised and swollen Ma Baonan, and threatened: "I have seen a lot of trash like you. I will leave it alone. After tonight, you will trouble her once, and I will trouble you once." Not happy. You figure it out."

……

The cool river wind blows at night, and seagulls fly across the river.

Thinking about it, Song Xin felt that the flowers in her heart were about to bloom, and she narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Logan wiped it, looked at Song Xin with a bit of confusion and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Xin was about to answer, but Logan tore something off Song Xin's eyelid, and asked, "What is this?"

Song Xin: "..."

The unlucky Song Xin who was always with her like a shadow said in a heartbroken voice, "I, my... double eyelid stickers, let's go."

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