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Norman Osborn fell ill.

This news was prominently displayed in newspapers and on the Internet with a huge bold headline.After checking the comments, except for some gloating, most of them are blessings and prayers, which shows how successful this person is in maintaining his public relations image.I didn't know, I thought this person was going to run for president.

Oh wait, maybe he really thought so!

The real and the fake two spider spirits went to see it quietly a few times at night. After all, they had the slightest suspicion and wavered, and they unconsciously guessed that old Osborne's illness was in the direction of conspiracy theories.To cover for the Green Goblin?Are you holding back your big move?some type of.

Yet they saw nothing.In fact, old Osborne did a good job of blocking the news. Apart from knowing that he was sick, the outside world didn't even know what kind of illness he had, whether it was serious or not.

But looking at him staying behind closed doors for so many days, it would not be such an easy disease.

The two ran several times, but found nothing.It's not that they can't break through by force, and go into the house to find out. In fact, this is Harry's home, and neither of them can do such a thing of breaking into a private house.

Old Osborne kept the door tightly closed, and the curtains were all drawn, so that no light could come out. Even if there were a few shadows that swayed occasionally, they were all wearing white coats, and there was no way to tell.

Harry took over the company logically, and he seemed to have lost weight.A company has a lot of affairs, big and small, and the people on the board of directors are not on the same page, making it even more difficult to manage.The two even felt that his speaking speed was speeding up.

Seeing that Harry kept typing on the keyboard, and the news kept jumping out from the lower right corner, the two looked at each other, both of them were worried.

"Does he think he's Superman?" Tara frowned, "Except for the red cape of Metropolis, I can't think of anyone else who can turn like this."

"How many cups of coffee is this? So this color of coffee can be downed without changing face?" Peter wrinkled his face and touched his throat, as if he was the one who was torturing himself to drink the bitter coffee.

Harry listened to it, shook the cup casually, without turning his head, but did not forget to make a smirk: "Why? Do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no, drink it yourself!" Peter quickly waved his hand, and felt wrong after thinking about it, "Wait, don't drink so much, you're almost treating it like water!"

"Actually, I'm just drinking water, oh, you can also use it as medicine." Harry clattered on the keyboard, as if he had a grudge against the computer, "I'm so busy! I don't have enough time."

"Look at the one with heavy eye circles, those who don't know think you are mutated." Tara rolled her eyes towards the sky, "It's time to put those restless old guys in sacks and beat them up one by one. Everyone is honest, how can there be so many things."

Harry also rolled his eyes: "I want to beat you more than you! I'm so old, I really don't know where I got so much energy to jump up and down."

"Beating...isn't that good?" Peter winked wildly at Tara.

Harry doesn't know, don't I know?Your eager expression clearly means that you want to get started!

"Ha, I forgot, our Peter is a good baby." Harry joked, "Don't worry, I won't really do that."

...Don't think I didn't see your pity expression!Are you still smacking your lips?I am talking about you!Peter stared at the girl curling her lips with widened eyes.

Tara pinched his bulging cheek angrily.

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"How many books were this thick when you selected them?" Tara shook the weight in her hands, wondering if such a book would be able to achieve a "one-hit headshot" achievement.

Peter scratched his head: "It's actually not that difficult, I..."

Tara didn't let the man continue talking, and squeezed his mouth: "Okay, okay, I shouldn't discuss this kind of thing with you."

"Muhhh!" Peter shook his head, but he didn't shake it off. He muttered in his mouth, signaling the girl to let go quickly, but there was no strong movement in his hand.

"Oh, I just like you like this." Tara hooked the corner of her mouth, and stretched out her other hand to knead his face like kneading dough, "I really want you to do it every day..."

Okay, this time it's Peter's turn to cover her mouth quickly.

"You two, this is...?" Harry came back after hearing the two people's squabbling, stretched his body in a leisurely way, and took another big sip of coffee by the way.

Seeing that Peter was distracted by Harry's words, Tara stretched out her tongue and hooked it lightly while his palm was relaxed.

Peter withdrew his hand at the speed of time, and the small piece of slightly moist skin on the palm had a strong sense of presence. He didn't clenched his fist or wiped his hands. He was frozen in mid-air in a funny posture, with his mouth open, looking stupid. .

"You you you you you, what are you doing," his voice suddenly became quieter, so vague that people couldn't hear it clearly, "lick, lick, lick me."

Tara put on an innocent look, pursed her upper and lower lips tightly, didn't speak, just blinked her eyes at him.

After staring at it for a few seconds, he lowered his head first, revealing the red to transparent ear tips hidden in the curly hair: "You can't, you can't," the word seemed to have a thorn suddenly, stuck in his throat, and made him spit. Don't go out, "It can't be like this." He finally pulled the hair on the back of his head in frustration.

"Well, okay, I promise I won't lick your palm next time." Tara's expression was serious, and her tone was serious.

Why did I always feel that there was a conspiracy when she agreed so quickly.

Such a sentence quickly flashed through Peter's mind, but he always unconsciously felt guilty when he looked into the girl's eyes, and he couldn't seem to find any problems for a while, so in the end he just nodded silently, a little relieved .

"Stupid?" Harry followed the development of the situation out of the corner of his eye, seeing that things turned out as he expected, he couldn't help but tilt his head and give Tara a look.

"Stupid." Miss Spider Spirit nodded while smiling, "Isn't that stupid?"

"...Hey, I can hear you." Peter sat aside, buried his face in his arms, trying to hide his blushing for an unknown number of times, and his voice came out muffled.

"Well, but you know it," Tara twirled around and stuck to his ear, and the heat of her words went straight into his ear, "We're praising you for being cute!"

"No, don't count me in." Harry waved his hands without looking back, "I won't take part in your flirting."

Peter responded by burying his face in his armpit again.

The author has something to say: Peter: ...I take back what I said in the last chapter.