[Wolverine] The man who fell wood

"Yes, we are not going to America anymore." Cynthia leaned in Logan's arms, eating the fruit in the bowl, "We are going to honeymoon~"

Logan helped her hold the phone, and kept rubbing Cynthia's sore waist with the other hand. Seeing Cynthia's serious nonsense, he pinched the little girl's nose helplessly in exchange for her provocative winks.

"Yeah, I also thought that I would like the one from the university professor, but I didn't expect that I still like muscular men." As he spoke, he rubbed his cheek against Logan's chest, then nodded in satisfaction, "I sure as hell Still like guys with big muscles."

"I'll find a time to go back and hand in my homework, you don't have to worry about it. Well, that's it, have fun with my new dad~" Cynthia hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

"Ahhh, I'm so annoying." Cynthia threw herself on the bed.

Logan, who was brought down by her, let her bear it down, gently stroking Cynthia's back: "What's wrong, Cynthia?"

"I'm going back to school, woo woo, Logan, I just got you, and I'm about to be separated from you, so sad." Cynthia crawled out, circled herself into a shrimp, so that Logan could be complete wrap her up.

It was a new game she had discovered and enjoyed all night.

"I'll be with you." Logan turned sideways, curled up cooperatively, and pulled Cynthia into his arms, like two C's wrapped together.

Cynthia was satisfied, and looked at Logan's big feet protruding from behind, and she started to play tricks again, I stepped on it, I stepped on it, hee hee.

"Cynthia, did you hear me?" Logan's breath made the back of Cynthia's head itch, and Cynthia couldn't help scratching.

"Is it itchy here?" Logan saw it and immediately took over.

"A little bit." He squinted his eyes half-closed in enjoyment, "I'll be back in a few days, so you don't need to follow me."

Suddenly thought of something, Cynthia opened her eyes, turned her head to look at Logan: "Don't attract others! David told me that night, you did a good job, keep it up." She touched Logan's big Head, Cynthia secretly smug.

"Be careful with your neck, turn back before you speak." Logan supported her head and straightened it for her.

Seeing Logan like this, Cynthia couldn't bear it even more. She was really worried that such a considerate and lovely Logan would not be seen again for a few days.

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Cynthia turned and faced Logan face to face.

"Well." Logan was also a little disappointed, but he didn't think or say anything like Cynthia, but his expression was a little sad.

"We can't live up to the last two days, right." Cynthia said seriously.

"..." Logan raised his eyebrows.

"The night of spring is short, Jimmy." After finishing speaking, he pressed down, grabbed the man's weakness and rubbed it, and said coquettishly, "Take it easy today~"

His own little girl invited him like this, how could he not respond, took out Cynthia's dishonest hand, gave her a sexy smile, let himself fall into the river of love with the little girl...

Although Logan decided to stop many times in the middle, but when he was stalked by his little girl, he immediately became confused again.So, apart from eating a little food at his strong request in the middle, which took up a part of the time, they really did it for two full days...

Looking at Cynthia who was still dazed before boarding the plane, Logan blamed himself for being too unsteady. He clearly wanted her to have a good rest, but when things came to an end, he couldn't control himself.

"When you arrive in the United States, call me immediately." Logan urged worriedly.

"You want to contact me every day, don't let me worry about it?"

"Okay..." So sleepy.

"Let's go tomorrow, I'll go with you." Logan was still worried.

"No need, I'll be back in a few days." Cynthia cheered up and comforted her.

Seeing Cynthia yawning and trying to suppress sleepiness to talk to him, Logan wished he could kill himself, and made up his mind not to let Cynthia do everything according to his temper.

She can't take care of herself at all, and he hasn't taken care of her yet.

Watching Cynthia board the plane, Logan stood at the airport for a long time unable to move, he felt uncomfortable as if his heart was lost.Thinking that he would not see Cynthia in the next few days, Logan finally left in a daze.

On the plane, Cynthia was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open. The madness for two consecutive days was really not something an ordinary person like her could bear. After struggling to no avail, Cynthia finally let herself fall into a deep sleep.

After getting off the plane, Cynthia was still a little sleepy, dragging her tired body, and Cynthia walked at the end of the crowd.The first day I left Logan, I missed him, woo woo.

Cynthia walked out of the airport sadly, thinking of Logan in her heart, she didn't pay attention to her feet, fell down with a snap, and the suitcase flew far away.

The grievance and pain made Cynthia want to cry, but there was no one here for her to act like a baby.Sniffing, Cynthia got up slowly, moved her limbs, felt that she was not injured too badly, and wanted to call Logan to complain after getting back her luggage.

Looking up for his lost suitcase, he found it had been picked up by an old man in a wheelchair.

His appearance was very kind, making it difficult for people to be on guard. He smiled and slid the wheelchair to Cynthia, handing the suitcase to Cynthia, and said to her, "Be careful, little girl."

"Thank you." Cynthia felt a little embarrassed under his tolerant gaze.

"Oh, little girl, your pendant is very special." The old man stared at the pendant on Cynthia's chest for a long while, and looked at her carefully, as if he was very interested in chatting with her.

Cynthia was very grateful for his help, coupled with her inexplicable affection for him, and she didn't mind sharing her sweetness with him: "My husband made it for me." Although the pendant was bought, the three lines on it The paw prints were kindly provided by Logan, so it's not a lie.

The old man looked at her smiling face and said with interest, "You look very happy."

They were all waiting for the bus, and Cynthia didn't want to stand there bored, so she told him some interesting stories about them.

While chatting happily, a somewhat fierce old man came over: "Charles, what are you waiting for in the lobby?"

The old man named Charles didn't care about his bad tone: "I'm talking to this kid about her husband."

The fierce old man glanced at Cynthia, as if he understood something, he sneered disdainfully.

"..." Cynthia didn't know what to do.

"You don't mind, he is not malicious, we have been chatting for so long, and I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Charles Francis Xavier. You can call me Charles. He is my old friend Eric Lanshere." Said Wan also winked at her, "He just looks fierce."

In this regard, Cynthia has reservations.

"You can call me Cynthia." She also introduced herself politely.

Charles saw Cynthia's disapproval, but he didn't explain too much: "I hope you and your husband will be happy forever. Even if he is different from what you think, you can love him forever."

Although I don't quite understand why Charles is suddenly sad, Cynthia still welcomes his blessing: "Thank you, I will always love him."

"I hope you won't make another jump in the future, hum." The fierce old man said suddenly, "I can even imagine the day when you two get divorced."

What's wrong with this person!

Charles gave Cynthia an apologetic look, and gave her a call: "If you need help, you can contact me, and I will do my best to help you."

Not quite understanding the enthusiasm from strangers, Cynthia attributed it to Charles's natural kindness, otherwise how could he tolerate that fierce old man as his friend.

Unable to bear to reject this kind old man, Cynthia accepted the business card: "The taxi is here, and I have to go. Nice to meet you, Charles. I hope to have the opportunity to chat with you in the future."

"Goodbye, Cynthia." Charles waved her goodbye.

Watching the taxi leave, Charles was dissatisfied with his old friend's attitude just now: "Eric, what are you thinking!"

"As you can see, her husband is a mutant."

"Yes, but they are very happy." Charles knew what his old friend was thinking, but he still hoped to change him.

"Stop lying to yourself, Charles, you know, once the woman just now knows that her husband is a mutant, all your so-called happiness will disappear, leaving only fear, resentment, and hurt!"

"Eric..." Charles was very sad, he knew that on the road of dealing with the relationship between mutants and ordinary people, they would go further and further...

At the same time, Cynthia, who was sitting in a taxi, called Logan in time: "Logan, I got off the plane, I miss you so much."

"Cynthia, I miss you too." Logan on the other end of the phone was rarely sentimental.

"I fell down at the airport just now." Cynthia complained immediately.

"Are you injured, does it hurt?" Logan really felt distressed.

Seeing him so nervous about herself, Cynthia was satisfied: "I just met a very kind old man, and a very annoying old man."

"Huh? Is it?"

"Yeah, let me tell you..."

After talking all the way home, Cynthia reluctantly hung up the phone with Logan.

After tidying up her room, she saw a note left by her mother, which said that she had gone on a date with her boyfriend, and asked her to eat well by herself.

Cynthia felt that she had been hurt ten thousand points. Why was she still being abused by a dog even though she was a married woman? !

Logan, I need you! !

Springfield, Ohio

Bradley finished his boring work, took a can of beer and sat on the sofa to enjoy the rare leisure, he likes this kind of life, although he is poor to death, and boring to death, but this is everyone who has experienced killing The life everyone wants.

It's a pity that today can't be passed peacefully. From the moment he entered the door, he felt that there was an intruder in his home. Who is it?What is there to steal when you are so poor?Shaking the beer, Bradley was puzzled.

However, after seeing the intruder, the leisurely mood immediately turned into fear: "Victor..."

The author has something to say: First of all, should Professor X be a wheelchair?In the prequel, there is no such thing, but according to the story line, there should be, so I default to yes.

Second, Bradley is the mutant who controls the electricity.

Finally, there are no golden fingers, but there are two golden thighs, how about it?