[Comprehensive] Daily life of superheroes

night.

The rare goose feather snow blocked the traffic on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, but it still did not hinder the night banquet in the villa filled with cheers.

Tall and majestic buildings, but the roofs are set up in the shape of nondescript cat ears, and every household is like this.

The guests moving around on the marble floor in the light and music are bright and beautiful, holding champagne glasses, drinking with their necks up, their hair shadows cover the conspicuous black 丨 cat paw logo on the back of their necks.

The mark grows into the flesh and never fades away.

Looking into the heavy snow from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, you may see soft shadows like ghosts, and three or two are fleeting.

No one looked at the snow.

In the snow, a hamster with the size of a palm is running in a white suit.

Fortunately, it was not far from the gate of the villa, and if there was a distance, the short hands and feet might not be able to handle it.

The mouse buried its head and ran to the deliberately decorated cat hole under the white gate of the villa. When it encountered the stairs blocking the way, it climbed hard and finally reached the top.

The moment she jumped into the cat cave, the light in the villa almost dazzled her eyes.

A woman in a black wrap dress quietly appeared behind the door.

Her shoulder-length hair was slightly wet with light tea, and thin drops of water hung on her eyelashes. She didn't seem to notice it, and walked forward while looking for her handbag.

It has always been a disadvantage to walk in other people's territory without looking at the road.

When stopped by the strange man raising his arm, Keke hadn't fumbled for the glasses yet, and only heard the male voice above his head say: "Miss."

She looked up blankly.

The light and misty gray pupils were as clean as the morning mist, making his heartbeat stop for a few seconds involuntarily.

I don't know which hidden crevice the water drops from the eyelashes fall into.

He subconsciously turned sideways to look at the back of her neck, seeing the black lines blooming like flowers, he was inexplicably relieved.

Coco's fingertips finally reached the temples of the glasses in the depths of the clutch, curled her fingers out, and put them on her face before the man said a second sentence.

The world outside the lens was as clear as before, and she finally saw the way the man looked at her, and took a step back uncomfortably.

The surprise on his face faded into a sigh after Ke Ke put on his glasses.

The rigid big black round glasses covered half of her face, and her beauty and aura were gone.

pity.

it's a pity.

But it was still unbearable.

Ke Ke looked left and right, saw the marble spiral staircase not far from the entrance of the restaurant, thought about it, turned around and wanted to go.

Mrs. Davis in a dark green silk dress approached with a wine glass and blocked her way again.

The owner of the villa, Davis, is a wealthy businessman who is away all year round. His wife is still young, and he steals countless things in the name of gathering with friends.

The wife has her eyes on one man tonight, and she likes his character of not being promiscuous, but she will be disappointed before the end of the banquet.

When Mrs. Davis saw Coco's face wearing glasses, her complexion was a little pale, and she was about to tease her when she suddenly noticed something unusual and asked, "I don't remember inviting you. Who are you?"

Ke Ke avoided Mrs. Davis' sight, reopened the clutch bag silently, and fumbled inside again.

Her avoidance made Mrs. Davis even more suspicious, and she kept asking, "What's your name?"

The bully stepped forward, forcing Ke Ke to turn sideways to continue touching the bag.

Mrs. Davies sulked, resting the champagne flute on the piano lid and grabbing her arm.

But what touched was the man's chest.

The man blocked Mrs. Davis's questioning for Coco, and smiled gently: "I brought her in."

Probably a shrewd one, knowing that when his wife's face became more and more ugly, she leaned over and pressed her ear: "Uncle's daughter, ask me to take it out to relax."

It is said that women's pillow wind is a great way to get things done, but they don't know that men's ear wind is just as powerful.

I don't know what else the man said in Mrs. Davis's ear, which turned her mood from cloudy to bright. She glanced at Coco from top to bottom, picked up the wine glass and turned to greet other guests.

It can be seen that the matter has been resolved, and he closed his handbag with his hand, preparing to leave silently.

"I thought you would thank me." The man endured it, and finally couldn't help calling her out.

It was only then that Ke Ke looked at him, his eyes were focused but short-lived.

After thinking for a while, she slowly said, "I didn't ask you for help."

Not wanting to tangle with him anymore, she stabilized her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and hurriedly blended into the toasting crowd.

The white calf that cannot be covered by the skirt has a beautiful line, and it must be very tender to the touch.

The man laughed at himself because of the thoughts he had in a trance.

Coco took a glass of champagne from the dining table.

She was not in a hurry to drink or wanted to drink, she shook the cup gently, and when she heard three or two people talking not far away, she quietly moved over to eavesdrop.

"Since it's a dinner party, how can the one raised at home not even come out to meet people." This is a complaint, "It's rude."

"Mrs. Davis didn't say anything, why should you meddle in your own business."

The first person who spoke was mocking: "Before she married Davis, she recommended a pillow mat to that man, but he didn't have the appetite. Now this wife is raising him in her own home, she must be infatuated." Change. But the rules are the rules, I'm afraid it's not that Mrs. Davis wants to please him, but that he himself has no face to come out to meet 'people'."

He paused, and his words became more and more harsh: "After all, all the assets were confiscated, and he turned into that "inhuman" appearance. If it were me..."

I didn't listen to what was said later.

The champagne glass she held stood quietly on the counter.

The flattery of lipstick and wine continued, and no one noticed the disappearance of a tea-haired woman.

The disappeared woman was standing in the corridor on the second floor, quietly looking at the closed doors on the left and right.

One, two, many.

Ke Ke took out a pocket watch from her clutch bag to check the time, calculated in her head, threw the watch back into the bag, and then pulled out a small dark brown wooden stick.

It's more like a twig than a twig—it's slightly curved at the top, with a small black knot in the hand.

The branch swept down from the top of the head and brushed to the legs, and the body miraculously changed into another outfit: a soft beige wool dress, and a long black cloak with lace on the outside. The cloak is wide and tightly wraps the whole person.

That one turned out to be a magic wand.

If there is a second person in this corridor at this time, she will go to prison and be punished.

As a "survivor" of a danger that cannot be tolerated by the laws of the new world.

New world laws for rolling horses.

Coco went to twist the handle of the first door and locked it firmly.

She pointed her wand at the lock and whispered a spell:

"Araho Cave is open."

It's a study room, and there's no one there.

She persevered to open the next door.Next is the cloakroom.

Rotating back and forth, almost every room was ransacked by this witch and thief.

When she opened the last door, she felt uneasy. Although her face was expressionless, she clearly hesitated when she chanted the spell.

The sound of high-heeled shoes on the stairs interrupted Coco's thinking.

The voice was crisp and rhythmic, knocking, and a figure appeared at the stairs on the second floor.

The corridors were empty.

Coco felt a little heartbeat in this room.

The powder is all over the sky, brushing all the way to the ceiling, and the air is full of girly vibes that are ready to overflow at any time.

...was a nightmare.

But her goal happens to live in a nightmare.

A large ball of white fluff was buried in the pink quilt of the special cat bed, and its smoky tail hung out from the edge of the bed, shaking it impatiently.

She leaned her back against the door and calmed down for a moment before slowly walking towards him.

Noticing that the uninvited guest was extremely aggressive and did not retreat but advanced, his big tail wagged more frequently. Although he did not show his face, every inch of his body was tense like a string.

"Tony Stark." Coco whispered.

The tips of the white velvet ears moved, and he raised his head suddenly, his dark blue round eyes were astonishingly bright.

There is a clear and glowing sea in it.

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Nini has brown pupils, but the pupil color of any cat depends on what kind of cat it is. Details about the eyes will be mentioned later.