[Comprehensive] First Lady

It's all due to Steve's good temper, so everyone will unscrupulously watch his ordinary friends of the opposite sex, and they are not afraid of him getting angry when he finds out.

Steve came to the mall.Holly didn't get much goods today, so she packed up early and waited for Steve in front of the canvas.

"You're late today," Holly asked, glancing at the watch on her wrist. "What happened?"

Steve put the painting tools on the table. "It's okay." He said helplessly, the movement of raising his eyebrows and sighing made his forehead wrinkle a few lines.

Holly nodded, "Understood. There is something, but you don't want to mention it."

Steve smiled wryly and looked up at the back of the counter.

Holly's counter has three walls, with a transparent glass door on the front.

When Holly paints inside, it’s like a model performing in a window, especially Holly’s delicate facial features, raised phoenix eyes and blood-colored lips, slender figure, and well-defined bare hands are simply from God. ceramic dolls.

"Where are the paintings?" Steve asked, knowingly, pointing to the opening in the wall leading to the warehouse.

Holly smiled happily. "Sold it. Although the company will take half of it. That's more than my annual salary!"

Steve frowned in astonishment. "Why does your company take half? It's your painting."

"But I put it on the counter." Holly shrugged, "They think that during my tenure, my works belong to them and should be displayed as samples to attract customers. So usually I don't let them find me Works that I really like. I keep them at home.”

Steve frowned and shook his head. "It's not fair."

"So what if it's not fair? I need a salary." Holly said, getting up, packing up her painting supplies, and giving the easel to Steve. "Come on. Today we'll finish that watercolor from last time."

There are really few customers in the mall this day.Holly could spend all afternoon and evening with Steve.

They finished that watercolor in four hours.

"Not bad, Steve. After you learn my way, you can start to change and find your own favorite painting method. Next time I will teach you how to use composite media, just like the sunset I hung over there, you Look, the three-dimensional raindrops on its surface."

Holly and Steve chat while the easel is cleared away.

Steve looks at the painting Holly is pointing at.Indeed, the three-dimensional expression of that painting has always made him deeply curious.He couldn't help but walk over.

"You can touch," Holly said with a smile, putting the drawing tools back in the toolbox. "That's what I said, composite media."

Steve lightly touches the three-dimensional, transparent parts of the screen. "It feels like plastic."

"It's a gel. Indeed, it contains plastic components. I use it to break the relationship between color and light on the screen, and to pursue more the effect that color can present."

Holly put down the toolbox, walked over to Steve, faced the drawing, and began to explain.

"Compared with realism, I prefer the colors and light and shadows of Monet and Renoir. I like the vibrant atmosphere of the picture, and the colors that are full of emotions and restrained, especially Yong Jin. His way of processing watercolors into oil paintings is my favorite. Favorite."

"That way you can preserve the vividness of the sketch, which is the kind of picture performance you prefer and are best at, Steve, and at the same time, it can make the viewer feel the emotion in the color."

Steve listened quietly, staring down at Holly's serious expression.

That's probably why he likes coming here, Steve thought.

"You even know my preferred technique," he said with a smile, raising his eyebrows.

"You can see a person in a painting." Holly smiled as well, turning around to face Steve.

Steve pursed his lips, staring at Holly.Unobtrusively, he was a little nervous.

"Really? Then what do you see me in my painting?"

Holly curled the corners of her mouth and raised her eyebrows.

"See your bravery, your gentleness, your wisdom," she paused, looking into Steve's eyes, "and, no matter what, you'll be there. You are you."

After Holly finished speaking, she turned to greet the guests.

Leaving Steve in a daze.

He wanted Holly to say those words because of the occasional verse he copied in his sketchbook; but the truth was that Holly really saw him through his drawings.She hadn't seen the sketchbook.

And she is normal.Really ordinary people.No special abilities.

Holly has an artist's eye, Steve thought; she can see things that other people can't, in all sorts of details.The colorful, romantic and beautiful world she paints is the world she sees.

She can see all good things.greater than others.

From then on, Steve thought, he should have asked Holly if she wanted to change jobs.

First of all, Tony must be able to help her find a better position, Stark Enterprises has various vacancies.

Second, he didn't want Holly's talent to be buried.That's a pity.

"Oh, that's not going to work at all." Tony covered his face with one hand and rolled his eyes. "You're going to be rejected."

"Yeah, that doesn't work at all." James crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, "Steve, you're really bad at women."

Steve frowned. "Why? I don't understand."

Tony, who was slumped on the sofa, looked at James, who was also slumped on the sofa.

"Brother, Steve. Did you forget that she's here illegally, and, well, she's wanted. Even if we give her an identity, how are you going to explain it to her? Tell her you're an Avenger?"

──Good question.

Clearly, there are several intertwined issues that need to be addressed here.

First of all, Holly has no U.S. status because she is in the country illegally; why she is in the country illegally to avoid accusing her relatives in her own country; why she has to avoid relatives because her parents can inherit a fortune from her The huge inheritance of her grandparents, and her parents had already died in a bizarre car accident, according to the will, Holly and her husband were the next in line to inherit.

The motives for this conspiracy are plain and vulgar.

From Steve's point of view, he couldn't see a reason not to help Holly.He is willing to offer any shelter.

But Holly refused decisively.

This happened three months and two weeks after they had known each other.

Steve made up his mind that day to talk to Polly about her.He even figured out how to have a showdown with Holly—he just said, hey, I’m Captain America, oh no no, not the current one, but the first one, I’ve been lying on the bottom of the sea for about 80 years, fought World War II and killed Nazis Beat Hydra...how?

"It sucks." Steve murmured, and No.20 denied his thoughts six times.

The truth is, Steve doesn't even know how to talk.Especially when he fully realized that he had a little affection for Holly.

Maybe it's the way Holly smiles when he paints, maybe it's Holly who always guides him carefully; it may also be Holly's patience with his many foolishness, and her talent and sharp mind.

Of course, this goodwill can be controlled at this stage, Steve firmly believes.

Just as Steve walked towards Holly's counter with anxiety, he was stopped by other counters and Holly's colleagues.

"Are you the boyfriend of a Chinese girl?"

On this floor, the only one who will be called a Chinese girl is Holly.

Steve stopped involuntarily.

It was Holly's colleague who sold puzzles and language teaching materials who stopped him.They stared at Steve with nervous expressions.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.Did not clarify that he is not Holly's boyfriend.

"Holly is in trouble." said the big sister selling puzzles, pointing to Holly's counter, "Look."

Steve turned his head and saw two men, probably a pair of brothers, talking to Holly at the counter, reaching out their hands from time to time to touch Holly's face, shoulders, or arms.Holly stood at the counter, smiling visibly unhappy, carefully dodging the two of them.

Steve frowned, narrowing his eyes.

"Usually we don't come across this kind of customers on this floor. After all, we sell products for children. The Chinese girl is an exception. Her position is facing the escalator. Some customers who were going upstairs to look at men's clothing will stop because of her." .The brothers had harassed her before, but they didn't show up for a while, we all thought they gave up."

The eldest sister who sells language textbooks explained.

Steve nods to them, "Thank you." Then he walks over, grimace.

Holly didn't notice Steve when he opened the glass door.She was too preoccupied with dealing with difficult guests, and was on the verge of losing patience with their vulgar remarks.

"Sir, we don't provide mannequin services here..."

"Then why don't you paint yourself naked and show us. You're amazing, aren't you?"

Holly lowered her head and clenched her fists.She took a deep breath, and another deep breath.

Steve walked over directly, grabbed the shoulder of one of the brothers, and punched him in the stomach without saying a word.

The screams attracted the attention of the entire floor.

Holly looked up, completely dumbfounded.Steve glanced at Holly and saw the angry tears in her eyes. He pursed his lips, caught the other person's fist with his palm, and squeezed his fingers together to crush the other person's bones.

All guests or employees who witnessed this farce were stunned by the turn of events caused by Steve.

Steve squatted down, with one left hand and one right hand, and pinched slightly, dislocating the jaws of the brothers.

"Don't let me see you in this mall again," Steve said, coldly, "and don't try to come to her again. I'll just say it once."

Then he grabbed them by the collar and dragged them down the stairwell.

Everyone watched in a daze as Steve dragged the two away. No one called the police or called the security guard.Everyone thinks this is the most ordinary daily life in New York City, and the show ends after the show is over.

Two minutes later, Steve turned back.

"How are you?"

Holly stared at Steve with wide eyes, a little blankly.

Only then did Steve realize that Holly's impression of him should not be the same as before.It's too late to regret the shattered image now, and Steve anxiously worried whether Holly would be scared by him.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

Holly breathed a sigh of relief slowly, squatted down behind the counter, and slumped on the ground.

"Thank you for helping me beat them." Holly said, looking up, barely smiling at Steve, "I want to do that, but unfortunately I can't do it."

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