[Comprehensive] sense of existence

Arale was lying on the bedside fiddling with her mobile phone, chatting messages kept ringing, she finally fished herself out of the game, clicked in casually, and saw that the superhero group had already displayed 99+ chat content.

Very lively.

I really don't know where these guys have so many topics to talk about all day long.

After the battle of the apocalypse, Stark pulled Ala Lei back into the group again, and saw that even the shameless deadpool of the universe was mixed in, Ala Lei's psychological barrier suddenly disappeared, and she fished in the muddy water with peace of mind.

Today they are chatting about tomorrow's Christmas Eve topic.

Stark said that he invited a hundred bunny girls to hold a Christmas party. The superheroes who have nothing to do recently responded one after another. Deadpool was the most active, jumping up and down, asking clearly about the location and time.

Arale asked a question inside.

Tablecloth Man: Have you considered the needs of our female heroes?

Who wants to go all the way to see a bunny girl with big breasts and big ass.Brother Rabbit with big buttocks is a bit interesting.

Black Widow: +1

Wonder Woman: +2

Scarlet Witch: +3

……

The male heroes were silent for a moment, and Stark couldn't help asking.

Iron Man: How about us? !

Tablecloth Man: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Tablecloth Man: Are you old and fading?

Cosmic Big Mac Da Dong Deadpool: I am not old, I am not old or dead, choose me and choose me.

Wolverine: Not a good touch.

Cosmic Big Mac Deadpool: Huskies, do you want to die?

Tablecloth Man: I seem to know something.

Iron Man: Then fifty more waiters.

Black Widow: Remember to keep them wearing aprons only.

Wonder Woman: Key [Apron Only]

Tablecloth Man: Hey...

Scarlet Witch: This is good!

Kuaiyin: You honestly do your homework at home, you can’t go anywhere @红红妇妇

Hank the Beast: Are you getting the meaning of Christmas Eve wrong...

Professor X: What are you "huh"? @table cloth man

Tablecloth Man: ...to express my ignorance.

Seeing Charles appeared in the group, Arale dived silently again, and hurriedly returned to the message interface, and saw his private chat.

The Holy Father of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Going to a party on Christmas Eve?

If there is a male call...

She probed cautiously.

Lamb to be slaughtered: Do you have any plans?

He replied a few seconds later.

Holy Father of Chicken Soup for the Soul: I still owe you a dinner, but it’s okay, we can go after the party.

dinner?Yes, yes, the content of the bet when they played hide and seek last time.I didn't expect Charles to be so reasonable in his memory until now.

She couldn't help being a little touched, remembering that she would go shopping with Natasha today to buy gifts, and decided that an extra zero must be added to the value of this gift, and she replied a word of loyalty by the way.

Lamb to be slaughtered: Don't worry, I will never touch them!

Comes with a bunny emoji covering its eyes.

The Holy Father of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Spending money to invite them is to meet the needs.

need……

The Great Father of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Psychological Needs.what are you thinking now

No... nothing.

Arale didn't know why he wasn't around, and she seemed to have seen through herself, and it was still chilly behind her.

Subconsciously looked behind.

no one.

Must be thinking too much.

Arale looked at the time, a carp stood up, satisfied, humming a song and went to meet Natasha.

She went shopping with Natasha to buy Christmas Eve presents for Charles. After saving her salary for so long, this was the first time her back was hardened, and she wanted to experience the daily life of a wealthy spender.

Drilling into the shopping mall aggressively, seeing the prices of watches, etc., he dragged Natasha out in a desperate manner.

Natasha wondered: "Didn't Charles give you a card?"

She also saw this card in Stark's wallet, it should be the kind of wireless overdraft.

"Can it be the same!" Alalei complained, "It's the first gift I gave to the professor, and I swiped his card, and my waist can't straighten up anymore!"

"When did your waist straighten up?" Natasha covered her mouth and laughed.

"..."

"But have you seen it?" Alale recalled the scene inside just now, clicked her tongue full of envy, "That woman is so rich."

Natasha knew who she was talking about. It was hard not to pay attention to the humanoid money printing machine covered in luxury goods.

"It's too domineering, stop there, don't want these few, and pack up the rest." Alalei deliberately imitated the tone of the beautiful woman just now, squinting her eyes, her face full of contempt, "This season's release The new products are not good, the diamonds are not big enough, there are not enough broken diamonds, and the gold, silver and jewelry are too tacky, so the male model in the advertisement can arouse my desire to buy a little bit."

After learning, Alale patted her thigh, and said bitterly, "Look at what she took out! Such a big, heavy, golden brick!"

"Just put it on the cash register!" Alale was heartbroken, "We are both women, how can there be such a big difference in life!"

Compared to Arale's fuss, Natasha shrugged calmly: "I know her."

Ala Lei:? ? ?

"That woman's name is Kakala, and she has a grudge against Stark. Every time he bids for something, this Kakara will definitely pay a high price to take it away from him. Stark is not convinced either. Who is richer than the other? In the end, they bluffed and donated all to poor areas." Natasha said, "It's not a day or two that two people hate each other, and Bruce and Charles, they also know each other and are in the same circle."

In one circle... that is, they are all rich people.

Arale understood.

So she never understood why Stark was so keen on playing with the bunny girl, and also ruined his millions of steel suits and various models every day...

Seeing the life of a local rich woman for the first time, Arale was full of encouragement.

The topic became more and more off topic, Natasha thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "Then have you ever sent yourself out?"

"Send it out..." Suddenly talking about this topic, Arale played with her fingers a little embarrassedly.

"Do you know, your appearance is more suitable for acting in front of Charles." Natasha blinked at Arale, "So don't pretend to be in front of me."

After revealing her attitude, Arale didn't look embarrassed at all. She sneakily took Natasha's arm and chatted while walking.

"Actually, not yet... I was interrupted by various things several times..."

"Then do you want to do it or not?" Such a straightforward question, probably only the black widow can ask.

Even Alalei, an unlicensed driver who dares to drive on the road at any time, can't keep up with the speed.

"Whether you want to... It's not up to me alone..."

Seeing her ambiguous attitude, Natasha understood everything, smiled through the vicissitudes of life, and directly finalized the gift for her.

"Then you give yourself as a gift."

Alale blinked, "This...wouldn't be too vulgar."

Give yourself as a gift or something...

"You have to know that a man will never be able to resist a woman's initiative to throw herself into her arms."

Is this the so-called reason why women chase men?

Alale felt that it made sense.

"But before that, our presents need to be wrapped." Natasha found her strength, seemed quite interested, and dragged Alale into the shopping mall again.

Alale originally thought that the packaging she was talking about was superficial packaging, but who knew that she went directly to a spa club and picked the most expensive full-body care package.

"For the first time, you need to be prepared from the inside out." Natasha was lying on the bed to the left of Arale, showing her beautiful back, enjoying a skilled massage from professionals.

Massage, essential oil, nursing... After this series of procedures, Alale couldn't help touching her slippery skin several times.

"Is it okay to do it like this tomorrow?" After getting dressed, she chattered excitedly with Natasha, "It's so comfortable, I will do it a few more times next time even if I don't drive. Get better."

"This is the first step." Natasha stopped walking and blinked at Arale.

"We also need the shirts on the battlefield."

"Ah? What..."

Following the direction of Natasha's finger, Arale looked up slowly, and saw clearly the sign over the place where they stopped.

Love... Sexy underwear? ! ! !

She gasped, and before she could resist, she was dragged in by Natasha.

Sheer, translucent, laced, strapless, dazzling, you name it.Natasha strolled around with great interest, as if she was just satisfying her bad taste.

Alale took a few connected ropes and complained, "This fucking can also be worn?!!!"

"It's just for decoration." Natasha hooked one of the ropes deftly with her fingers, "Some parts protrude, and a man might get blood...vein... Ben... Zhang..."

Her original voice was a little hoarse, and the pitch that was deliberately lowered was slightly raised, which made people feel itchy in their hearts.

Alale pulled these rubber band-like straps again, but she didn't see which hole was worn.

Put it back to the original place and lift up a strangely shaped Nene that wraps the front and exposes the back.

"How much money can be saved without the fabric at the back! How much! Can't designers make underwear/pants properly?!"

"With such a missing piece of fabric, its price is double that of the complete style." Natasha's content made Alale solemnly put the underwear in its original position, and also bowed to it by the way.

"For luck."

Natasha: "..."

Of course, this kind of underwear is definitely not suitable for Alalei, and it was given as a gift. The teacher who taught on site picked out the most suitable suit for her.

Arale walked out holding the bag tightly, with a nervous expression on her face.

"Want to wear it tomorrow?"

"Otherwise?" Natasha seemed to be satisfied with her vision, and she couldn't help laughing when she thought of Charles' possible reaction.

Natasha laughed heartily, making Alale always have the illusion that she was being sold and counting the money for others.