[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

As a result of being overly happy, he was drunk by his two elder brothers.

Diana couldn't stop it.After exchanging information with Natasha, she looked up and saw Arthur Saul, one behind the other, blocked on both sides of the bar like two walls;

In the middle is a little doctor who has been fed alcohol.

His blue eyes were dazed, and his hands and feet were limply splayed.

The brown-haired head rested on Sol's shoulder, and his buttocks sat on the wet bar.

Hiccup while clutching his stomach, while murmuring in his mouth.

Diana: ... I think you don't want to leave this tavern today.

She walked over quickly, snatched the tons of Neptune wine bottles that were still there, and smashed them heavily on the bar:

"Who got him drunk?"

Arthur snorted: "He was happy with himself, beat us up, and said he would fight for wine."

Diana: "After we use up these 30 minutes, it will be 5 hours of sleep. Have you ever thought about what to do if there is no one around Xiao Qiao?"

Arthur froze for a moment, raised his golden eyes, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

30 minutes is not much left.

Saul was still entangled with the little doctor leaning on his shoulder, and shouted roughly: "Diana—he ate my hair!"

Diana: "..."

I don't know why, every time these people call her name, she has the illusion of hearing "Mom!!!!"...

She had no choice but to step forward quickly, and rescued the little doctor, who was drenched in wine, from the bar, coaxing softly:

"Baby doesn't eat hair anymore, it's dirty."

Saul: "...Hey! I wash my beautiful blonde hair every day, three times a day!"

Although Joe Ward was too drunk to stand still, his etiquette education told him that a gentleman cannot take advantage of a woman while drunk.

So he refused to let Diana help him, and stood on the floor by himself, staggering in a daze.

Natasha: "That's it. I'll call the captain."

Diana froze for a moment.

She originally wanted to call Da Chao, she had never been in contact with the first team, and instinctively wanted to hand over the little doctor to her most familiar comrade-in-arms.

But when she saw that Natasha was already on the phone, she nodded and said, "Alright, if he's too busy, I can call Superman—"

Da Chao: "Hello! Who called me."

The door of the tavern was pushed open with a clatter, and a familiar silly hair bounced in.

Natasha: "..."

OK.She now knew what Tony meant when he said "the Avengers must survive the Jedi".

Clark Kent just finished working overtime for the Daily Planet.

Jerry went to his classmate's house to spend the night. He had nothing to do on the road, so he listened to each friend's heartbeat one by one, wanting to see how everyone was doing recently.

His super hearing is completely controlled by himself, he can listen to whatever he wants.

But in view of the good character of Kryptonians, he is unwilling to use this ability to invade other people's privacy, so he usually only opens up super hearing for the word "Superman", so that people can ask him for help.

So when he surreptitiously listened to Joward's heartbeat, he just heard his name being said nearby.

The tavern was already on the border of the metropolis, and he didn't even need to change his uniform, so he flew over in the dark while taking advantage of the darkness.

Da Chao: "Is Xiao Qiao drunk? Don't worry, I have experience, leave it to me!"

The words of the god of the world are a little guilty:

Joe Ward, who was drunk last time, was handed over to Captain America and Bat to take care of him. He was also drunk at the time...

But the guilty conscience does not prevent Dachao from stretching out his hand to catch him full when Joward's eyes lit up and he called him meringue sweetly while falling to his side.

Natasha: "Wait, cell phone."

The quick-witted female agent walked over briskly, put the mobile phone that the little doctor had left on the bar, and put it back in his pocket.

No one noticed that there were a few more dialed numbers on the phone screen.

Dachao stuffed the four dormant balls into the briefcase one by one, and finally picked up the repeater that was tilted to the side and whispering, locked the door for the tavern owner, and swished to the pet clinic.

Joward: "Meringue~~~"

Da Chao couldn't stand this, his heart was as soft as a puddle of mud, and he repeated after him: "Puff pastry."

He put the person upright on the small bed in the attic, cleaned the clinic at super speed, and put one, two, three, four, four balls neatly into the cat's nest.

After putting it away, he turned around and saw that the small sugar buns he had placed neatly were already limp on the pillow.

Joe Ward blinked his blue eyes, looked at him and smiled, "Meringue~~~~I have, hiccup, 68~~~"

Da Chao didn't know what he was talking about, he responded softly, and took off his shoes as lightly as possible.

The little doctor got up again and said he needed to pee. Da Chao had no choice but to grab his armpit with both hands and fly to the toilet like a cat.

While he was still thinking about whether Joe Ward would vomit while holding the toilet, the phone in Joe Ward's pocket rang.

Joward took it out to have a look, and saw that the note was a big bat, and he was shocked, and he woke up a little bit like a flash:

"Hello, hello."

Batman's voice was very gentle: "Just called me, huh?"

Joward didn't dare to make a sound, covered his mouth to hold back a hiccup, and sat on the toilet dizzily.

Batman: "...drunk."

Following him to check the time of those missed calls, his eyes narrowed, "Who is next to you?"

Clark hurried over: "Hi, Bruce!"

Batman: "..."

Clark closed the toilet door and chatted with him on the phone:

"How are you doing? I should have said hello to you last time at the Science and Technology Fair. I didn't expect you to walk so fast. Is Xiao Qiao having fun at your house? I think with Dick here, he shouldn't be very nervous. "

Batman: "........."

Batman: "You sent him home."

Clark: "Yes! I just met him drinking with his friends from the second team. Jerry won't go home today. I'm afraid that Xiao Qiao will get drunk and feel uncomfortable, so I'll stay and have a look."

Batman: "Then you can go back after reading it."

Clark: "?"

There was the sound of flushing in the toilet.

Joe Ward walked out holding the door. Clark was really afraid that he would fall down the attic stairs, so he stretched out his hand behind him and pushed him.

Clark: "That's a bit unnatural, Bruce—there's no one else in the clinic, and the comrades are all sleeping. What if Joe needs someone to take care of him?"

The bat stopped there.

With excellent hearing, Clark heard the other party breathe in gently.

Batman: "I'm after him, Clark."

Clark: "Uh-wh-what???"

He quickly looked at the screen of the phone, and after confirming that the note was a big bat, he stammered and said to the phone:

"Then, I think, I think it's pretty good... No, have you told Stark?"

Batman: "..."

Why tell Stark.

There are hundreds of PNs in his mind, which is useless to such a straight mind.

The only way to deal with Dachao is to open the skylight and speak clearly:

"I want you to stay and take care of him, too. But I think we're friends, you understand, don't you?"

Clark kind of understood what he meant.

...A friend's wife can't be bullied?

Kind of weird, but he couldn't find a better description...

Clark held the phone and helped the limp Joward to walk up to the attic, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

He's been friends with Bat for years, but he really likes being around Joe.

If they really became a couple, according to the bat's desire for monopoly, they would have to surround Xiao Qiao so tightly that he couldn't touch a finger.

Clark thought, and couldn't help saying sadly:

"You also said that you are only a suitor. If the suitor can occupy Xiao Qiao and keep others from touching him, then I can..."

Batman: "No."

His word was so fast that it almost turned into a cold and hard stone, and with a "bang" from the receiver, it hit Clark's head directly.

Clark was still sad: "Then why don't I..."

Batman: "No."

Clark: "I can..."

Batman: "You can't."

If Wonder Woman heard this conversation between the two bosses of Zhenglian, she would probably be pissed off--she would laugh to death before she was pissed off.

Clark squatted beside Xiao Qiao's bed, pinching a milky soft finger outside the quilt.

The big man was pitiful, like a big dog with nowhere to go.

His little thoughts are like a gopher that just got out of its hole, every time it pops its head, it gets a hammer.

Batman didn't show mercy, slamming him back into the ground with a bang.

Clark: "Take a step back—I can still sleep with Joe, can't I?"

There was a dark grinding of teeth from the receiver.

He doesn't know what's wrong, but he hears Batman's blood pressure soaring and feels like he's going to die.

Batman: "I don't hear ten thousand steps back. But—just this time."

Clark immediately cheered up.

He also generously put the phone on Joward's face and coaxed him: "Little Joe, say good night to the bat."

Joward: "Hic, big bat."

Clark: "Okay he said good night. I have to hang up, and I can send you some pictures of Joe if you want."

He kept his word, hugged the little doctor into his arms through the quilt, clicked, took a picture of Joward's peaceful sleeping face, and then sent it to the bat.

Batman: "——"

The giant screen in the Batcave, one corner was smashed today.

According to the unknown housekeeper who diligently cleaned the ground, the quality of the mobile phones manufactured by the Wayne Group is indeed comparable to that of diamonds.