[Comprehensive English and American] The years I opened a grocery store in Queens

What is your plan of action?

When Isabella asked this question, Ivy and Halle shook their heads in unison. They had no plan, or their plan was: go out and tie the mayor's wife back.

The two of them also carefully packed up for this kidnapping plan. Before leaving, Harley blew a kiss to Isabella, and Ivy leaned against the door: "Waiting for our good news here."

Isabella was paralyzed on Ivy's bed. She didn't resist the current environment here. She even felt that she could call Ivy and Halle "friends".

Back from shopping late last night, a thin cloud covered the semi-circular moon. Harley, who was still happy, threw the small bag she brought back from the mall on the sofa and held her chin against the moon: "I miss my pudding ..."

The word "pudding" popped into Isabella's mind. In the middle of the night, where can I buy pudding? Why is Halle greedy at this time? She approached Ivy: "Can you make pudding?"

"Pudding is Baby Halle's nickname for her sweetheart - there's no way you don't know about clowns?"

In all fairness, Pudding's endearing nickname doesn't quite match the clown.

Ivy walked up to Harley, pulled her braid on one side, and took her away from the window sill: "You'd better stop thinking about that man, and forget about him as soon as possible."

"But..." Harry felt aggrieved.

Ivy interrupted her: "No but, he will find you when he wants you, and throw you away when he doesn't want you. Such a man is not a good match, don't you think so?"

Ivy glanced at Isabella, her eyes were like the lush spring fields in April.

The story of Harley and the clown was originally an evil legend in Isabella, but after hearing Ivy's words, the whole story became another flavor.

Isabella nodded in agreement.

Harley's emotions came and went quickly: "No matter what, you are not allowed to speak ill of Mr.J. If you have to pick one person, Red Bubbles, talk about your lover."

"I have no lover."

Ivy narrowed her eyes after listening to Isabella's answer, she slumped lazily on the sofa, her whole body was like a vine of a plant.

"Then do you have someone you hate the most?" Harry still didn't give up.

Tony Stark's face instantly appeared in Isabella's mind.

"Have."

Ivy's eyes focused on Isabella's eye area, and she asked, "Is it a man?"

"Yes."

Ivy snorted coldly: "Then there is a high probability that he will be your lover."

Isabella quickly denied Sanlian: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

She waved her hands anxiously.

"Then why is he the person you hate the most, Xiaohong, you messed up my hair," Harley straightened her braids that Ivy had pulled, "He killed your relatives or lover?"

"That's not it."

"He stole your money?"

"nor."

"He destroyed your favorite plant?"

"No," Isabella sighed, "he kept me like a cat for days."

Ivy and Harley looked at each other with deep meaning in their eyes.

"You guys are so funny—" Ivy's ending sound was drawn out, and she twirled her fingers around her hair.

"No, he still refused to apologize properly when I was angry, and didn't realize the seriousness of the matter." Isabella blushed from Ivy's stare.

"It's normal, most men are like this." After Ivy finished speaking, she came to Isabella's side, leaned close to her, and brushed the broken hair from Isabella's sideburns, "Baby Halle is not honest in sleeping, you Sleep on the same side as me."

Three people sleeping in the same bed will inevitably be crowded, so as not to fall off

Go down, the three of them are very close together.

"Baby Halle, if you're going to stretch your legs over my stomach again this time, I'll tie up both of your legs."

Harry grumbled in response.

"As for you," Ivy turned her head and looked at Isabella who was sleeping on her right side, "do you move around while sleeping?"

"I sleep very honestly."

"That's good, what's your name?"

"Isabella."

"A promise to God." Ivy smiled lowly.

"Huh?" Isabella didn't know why.

"A promise to God," Ivy repeated, "what your name means in Spanish."

Harry cried out in dissatisfaction: "Hi, I'm going to bed!"

Harry hugged her corner of the quilt tightly and closed her eyes tightly. She planned to meet Pudding in her dream.

"Isabella..." Ivy's voice turned into a low voice, floating in the cool air.

Isabella felt a weak tingling sensation from her toes when she called her.

"Um?!"

"Good night." Ivy said.

"Good night."

Ivy stretched out her hand and tapped on Isabella's forehead, like a superficial touch, and then closed her eyes.

The sky has turned from darkness to light. In less than two hours, the morning light will fill the entire Gotham, but at this moment Isabella has a very satisfied ease. She also closes her eyes, and her nose is full of jasmine leaves. Crushed taste.

Ivy's shower gel smells really good!

Ivy and Halle went out at two o'clock in the afternoon, and they said they would come back for afternoon tea.

Although Isabella thought that the two of them talked about kidnapping people and went shopping while walking, they still thoughtfully prepared afternoon tea.

She can make good English black tea, which she secretly learned when she was a student at Hogwarts. The flavors of milk and tea can blend well with each other.

Some things in the world are just so coincidental. When the tea was ready, Harley and Ivy also came back. Between them was a woman in a Xiaoxiang uniform with combed hair. Her face was full of fear and panic. , This should be the unlucky mayor's wife.

Harley was holding a paper bag with the words XX Snack Shop printed on it, and Isabella took it over. It contained Macron, donuts, and a shopping ticket.

It's really surprising that this pile of food was not stolen.

"Honey, you should bring out another teacup, we are going to have a pleasant afternoon tea time with the mayor's wife," Ivy said.

Customers are respected, they let the mayor's wife take the seat "very politely", the mayor's wife dared not even move because she was afraid, she looked at the three kind-hearted women in front of her with trepidation.

Harley held a piece of pink macaron and looked at the mayor's wife in surprise: "Eat quickly, respected mayor's wife, aren't these all the desserts you bought that you like to eat?"

Isabella choked, and you still stole the feelings.

Ivy patted Isabella on the back: "Be careful, Mrs. Mayor—"

The mayor's wife, who was lowering her head to carefully eat a donut, raised her head suddenly.

"Pass over the tissue over there."

The mayor's wife handed over the tissue box. She really couldn't bear this kind of torture. If she continued to be surprised like this, she would definitely be mentally weak. She asked, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple, as long as your husband cooperates, everything is negotiable." Ivy showed a deceptive smile.

Ivy and Halle don't really hurt the mayor's wife, they just want the mayor to withdraw his order to build an airport on empty land.

Ivy said angrily: "Gotham already has three airports."

The mayor’s phone number was dialed by Isabella. Ivy made it clear that she refused to talk to this corrupt bureaucrat who destroyed the vegetation. Harley’s words were out of order and she couldn’t get to the point. This task can only be done by Isabella. .

Isabella sighed: "I seem to be your evil partner."

"Then it's my pleasure." Ivy put a hand on Isabella's shoulder.

Isabella took a deep breath, and a similar plot in the movie appeared in her mind. As soon as the phone was dialed, she said in a rough voice: "Is it Mr. Hunting?"

She pressed the speakerphone, and the whole room could hear the reply from the other end of the phone: "Yes, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that your wife is in our hands..."

The mayor's wife softly called the mayor's name, and tears welled up in her eyes. Isabella couldn't bear it, and couldn't speak the vicious lines behind.

The mayor who heard his lover's call looked excited: "What did you do to Anna?"

"It's nothing, if you agree to our terms, we guarantee that your wife will return unscathed."

There was silence for a while: "How much do you want?"

Isabella said under Ivy's instruction: "This is not something that money can solve. As long as you can withdraw the order to build an airport in the western suburbs, your wife will be able to return home safely immediately."

"It's about the development of the whole city..." After learning that they didn't come for money, the mayor decided to negotiate with them.

Such a hesitant attitude aroused Ivy's dissatisfaction. She grabbed the phone and yelled at the other end: "Plants also need space to grow. Do you know how much vegetation will be destroyed by building an airport? How painful it is to uproot them..."

The mayor was stunned by the yelling.

The goddess of victory finally tipped the balance in favor of Ivy, and that afternoon, the news broadcast that the mayor had withdrawn the ordinance to build the airport.

The sunset glow dyed the sky bright red, and the faces of the three beauties were buried in the setting sun, as if drinking the best wine, their cheeks were flushed.

They came to the clearing, green and empty.

Ivy said to Isabella: "The seeds of violets were buried here before."

Isabella understood: "Close your eyes."

They didn't ask her why, they all closed their eyes obediently.

"Flowers are in full bloom." Isabella chanted the spell lightly.

At that moment, the air was infiltrated with the aroma of violets, a dense field of violets, the purple is exuberant and gentle, spreading to the distance with the bright red sky, purple and bright red are blending and dancing, but with an indescribable ethereal .

Isabella's heart suddenly felt melancholy. When facing the beauty of nature, people will unconsciously realize their own insignificance.

She vaguely understood Ivy's almost paranoid love for plants.

Harley has jumped into the flowers, and Ivy reminded her to be careful not to hurt the flowers, which are delicate.

When Ivy faced the plants, she showed her most gentle side. Isabella stood side by side with her, with the evening wind blowing and her long hair fluttering. If a painter passed by, he would try his best to depict the two The peaceful face of a red-haired woman.

"Stretch out your hand," Ivy put down a long bottle of reagent in Isabella's hand, "This will remove the remaining poison on your body."

Isabella was suspicious. She had been poisoned by six different kinds of poisons. Is this bottle of reagent enough?

"Don't worry, it only takes one milliliter, and all the poison on your body will be removed." Ivy saw her doubts and closed her other hand.

"Take it with you," Ivy instructed, "my serum is fused in it, which can cure all kinds of poisons."

That's a real baby.

"I might move to live near here." Ivy turned her head to face the violet field.

Harry had already reached the depths of the flower field.

"Are you going to stay in Gotham?" Ivy asked.

Isabella smiled and shook her head: "No."

Gotham is still too dangerous, and she wants to go back to Queens to guard that small world and live a lifetime in peace.

"Isabella..." Ivy called her name again, but it was not like talking to her, but more like talking to herself, "I will write your name on the violet field."

However, the flowers in the world will bloom one after another, and reunions and partings will follow one after another. This is the normal state of life.

Isabella bid farewell to Gotham at night, returned to Queens, and before she stepped into the street, she witnessed a catastrophe. Two huge men were fighting, and they were hitting and beating each other.

And her small shop has become a ruin.