[Zhongyingmei] Xiaojie bird is gone

The spicy pot is not bad.

Dolores thought with her fork in her mouth.

Although it is much worse than Eisen's, it is not bad.

It must be because the materials I bought are good, um.

I changed into a white T-shirt randomly taken out of the closet, made of cotton.

Sure enough, just like him, except for his face, he has no interest.

She thought she was living in Gotham, at least she would have some heavy machinery in the closet.

Considering Jason's height, the t-shirt Dolores wore was about the same as the dress.

And very spacious.

Dolores put away Jason's belt as a girdle first.

Jason, who came out of the shower and wiped his hair, breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, he had put away the heavy machinery and equipment in the house earlier, otherwise, he would have found him hiding if he was going around like this. Identity is a gangster.

You will be scared away on the spot.

There's just something wrong with pretending to be a laundromat owner.

Seriously, why didn't he think about selling heavy machinery?

Probably because she was rushing to eat, Dolores didn't blow-dry her hair—in fact, her hair hadn't been dried yet, and the water on her hair was still dripping drop by drop onto the white T-shirt on her body.

Soon there was a lot of wetness on the shoulders.

Jason coughed.

Dolores looked up.

In fact, if the height is excluded, Dolores is the standard American sweetheart appearance.

But because he was so petite, when they first met, Jason even thought that the other party was underage.

At this moment, there is still half a mouthful of kelp in her mouth—the reason for saying half a mouthful is because the other half of the kelp is still in the corner of her mouth.

Jason laughed, and reached out to grab a tissue to wipe the smudges from the corner of her mouth.

Dolores immediately stuffed the remaining half of the kelp into her mouth, then pouted her mouth for the other party to wipe.

Her eyes subconsciously followed Jason's movements to pay attention to the corners of her mouth, looking at the whole face which was very childish.

"How big a person is, I can't even eat a meal."

Dolores waved the knife in her hand and threw it at Jason.

The opponent just turned his head slightly, and Dolores inserted the knife into the wall behind him.

Jason was very surprised the first time, thinking that Dolores had a strong hand.

But now he has calmed down, the other party is just relying on the knife in his hand.

"Eat well, if you want to compete with me, let's talk after dinner."

Dolores wrinkled her nose, and her mouth was stuffed with kelp that made her unable to speak, and her long-term education made her unable to spit out the food in her mouth.

So she could only prove her dissatisfaction with actions - she jumped over the dining table and pressed on Jason.

Red Hood stretched out his long arms and wrapped her in his arms.

Well, panicked.

Jason added a lot of food to her tableware in disgust: "Eat."

And Dolores, who finally managed to swallow the kelp in her mouth, stretched out her hand to pinch the other person's face, and her words were still a bit vague: "Do you think you raise pigs?"

"How can you have a pig to feed? What's more, I have a pig and can eat meat. What can I do with you? I have to serve you. Pigs don't need to be served."

Dolores reached out to tear his face.

But the strength is really too small.

Jason thought to himself—a man who survived Dick Grayson's face pinching is not afraid of any face pinching action at all.

Back in the day, Dickie hung the devil boy on the lamppost, but after confirming that the other party was indeed the old man's son, he pinched the devil boy's face, which caused the devil boy's face to swell for more than ten days, and he doubted himself Is it a poisoned thing.

Not to mention.

It's as if any previous Robin hadn't experienced this level.

A true warrior, who dares to face his girlfriend to tear his face, is as stable as Mount Tai. He should eat and drink, and don't take it to heart.

Dolores watched helplessly as the other party didn't even struggle at all, holding her with one hand and eating with a fork in the other. Apart from the trouble of stuffing the food into his mouth, it didn't affect the other party's eating at all.

There were even two drops of red oil dripping on his face.

Dolores: ...

She was silent for a while, silently let go of her hand and took the fork to eat.

To be honest, if even tearing his face can't stop the other party from eating, she suspects that if she doesn't continue to eat, she may not be able to eat tonight.

She always felt that Jay's two hundred pounds would be a big obstacle to her eating.

She was referring to the kind who can't beat Jay for dinner.

When turning around and kicking the opponent's stomach, the opponent didn't even have any expression of being kicked into the stomach and unable to eat.

Dolores suddenly felt that there was no doubt about Jay's mention of growing up in a slum.

Fine.

Since you are always hungry, I won't bother you when you eat.

Jason deliberately slowed down the speed of eating and waited for Dolores to put down the knife and fork with him, then put Dolores on the sofa with one hand, packed up the tableware and went to the kitchen to tidy up.

Then he sneered after seeing the drop of red oil dripping on Dolores's face: "Hurry up and wash it."

After Jason finished tidying up, he returned to the bedroom and saw that the quilt that was originally neat was rolled into a ball.

His sheets are dark.

Dark stain resistant.

It's not because he didn't tidy up quickly enough, but because he came back too late at night and went to bed directly, and the contrast would not be so sharp the next day.

Who can guarantee that he will not be injured?

At this moment, a small snow-white foot was exposed between the dark quilt and the sheet.

The owner was lying on the bed, and the little feet still dangled from time to time, revealing the too slender ankles.

It can be seen that the owner is in a good mood.

in fact……

The contrast is nice too.

Jason got to the corner of the bed, and slapped the quilt that was rolled into a ball.

Unsurprisingly, Dolores threw off the quilt and threw herself on him with a "wow".

He caught the opponent firmly, and then took a bite on the opponent's snow-white cheek.

not heavy.

But the squeamish Dolores screamed in pain, pressed down hard and bit Jason's cheek at the same time.

It turns out that even tough guys like the Red Hood fear the bite force of humans.

"It's bleeding hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Dolores pressed him on the bed and sat up laughing, "I told you to bite me, and if you bite me again, you will have many scars on your face."

Jason touched the teeth marks on his face.

There was also a small mirror in the room that Dolores had left on her last visit.

"Did you raise a dog?"

Jason gasped when his fingers touched the tooth marks, and had to admit that even a cat without claws had a bite force that he alone could not compete with.

The bleeding that Dolores said was really bleeding, of course it is not the same as being cut with a real knife and gun.

It's just a little scratched.

But the tooth marks are relatively deep, and it is estimated that it will not go down in the next few days.

Fortunately, he was resourceful and used a fully enclosed hood.

Otherwise, there will be rumors that the red-hooded golden house hides Jiao and was bitten by Jiao tomorrow night.

But to be honest, a girl who laughs and shows no restraint in front of her has nothing to call her "jiao" except her face, right?

So Jason put the mirror on the table and turned off the light with his backhand.

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When Dolores yawned and got up from the bed, Jason had already done a series of basic training in the laundry room downstairs.

It's not that he doesn't want to go out for a run, it's just... In Gotham, there will always be little bastards who don't have eyesight and run wild on his Red Hood's territory.

The safe house cannot guarantee that there will be no accidents every time.

By the time he went upstairs, Dolores was already making coffee, along with the bread, and the eggs were ready for him to make breakfast.

Put the bread in the oven, cut a few slices of ham, and fry the eggs by the way, so you don't have to overcook them.

It's not good if you overdo it.

The egg was cut into a single-sided and a double-sided, and Dolores did not have a fixed single-sided or double-sided egg, depending on her mood.

He ate the rest of that.

When the bread was baked, Dolores came over to pour the coffee. Jason, who was frying eggs and putting them on the plate, looked at the faded teeth marks on the other person's face, and bent down to give the other person a good morning kiss.

He raised the plate high with both hands, and just as he was about to pass by, Dolores suddenly said, "I want two sides."

So Jason smiled, leaned over and kissed the other side of her face.

Dolores looked at him innocently and shocked: "I'm talking about fried eggs."

Jason:  …

Fine.

"Today you eat one side."

But the fried eggs are also delicious.

Dolores used a fork to cut open a layer of film on the egg yolk, and the golden egg liquid flowed out, slowly sliding onto the side of the ham, served with slightly burnt slices of bread, the taste was just right.

“Coffee was well brewed.”

The praise should still be praised.

Although it is far worse than the coffee made by Derek.

To be honest, Derek is really talented. His dark cooking skills make Dickie feel inferior, but his coffee making skills make him feel inferior.

As expected of a man who lives on coffee.

Dolores became happy: "I have a distant relative who lives on coffee. He praised the coffee I made last time. But he doesn't allow me to drink coffee."

Dolores herself is an only child, and her parents are also only children, so she has no relatives after her parents died.The "distant relatives" she was talking about might not be the kind of relatives who were in a hurry and who were as chaotic as European royal families.

So Jason didn't care too much, he just told her about the itinerary: "I have booked a hotel for you. You have an appointment with your relative in the afternoon, and I will send you to the station at noon. Stay with me in the car at any time Contact. By the way, change the location—the meeting place to meet the other party is next to the Planet Daily, which is close to the hotel I booked for you. There is no traffic in that area at night, so it will be unimpeded when I get off work."

On the deadline for the past few days, Superman is working on the manuscript day and night. Dicky Bird complained that even the keyboard was broken several times because he unconsciously used super speed, and even the Justice League activities could not be participated.

Social animals are terrible.

Jason gloated.

"Okay." Dolores had no objection.

Anyway, although the meeting place has been decided, the other party also said that it can be changed by oneself.

Children should be good at using their own privileges, since the other party is an elder anyway.

Thinking of this, Dolores sent a text message to the other party on the spot.

The other party's reply was quick.

There is nothing to disagree with either.

The author has something to say: Dolores: There is a kind of person who, as long as the flag is set up, he will definitely fall.