Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

"Your saliva is precious too."

After licking Gwen's fingers, Elizabeth raised her head and said something that made Gwen almost meow.

Is this sickly?Why do you say that?

Gwen felt that all [-] hairs on her body stood on end.

"Are you all right?"

Gwen stroked Elizabeth's forehead.

Warm, with a little girly dew, some sticky and a little slippery, but the touch is very good.

Under the maintenance of AIM biotechnology in these years, Elizabeth has completely turned into the beauty only in the painting.

And Gwen's efforts are just right to protect this beauty.

"I'm fine, the more I think about it, the more amazing you are."

When Gwen's hand left her forehead, Elizabeth rubbed her head under Gwen's hand again.

Kittens also do this when they are not being touched enough by their owners.

"I... I'm nothing magical."

Gwen suddenly realized.

The adoptive mother who loves her own family actually attacked herself because of that memo?

No, it was already a self-guided strategy. This should be the deepening of the poisoning.

But then she began to worry again.

Elizabeth's actions just now were the target of a sick and delicate attack.

This thing is incomprehensible, right?

In her previous life, she didn't seem to have seen a sick girl who cured a sick girl when she read comics.

It will only get worse and worse.

Gwen looked at Elizabeth, and found that the black-haired girl's head was resting on her shoulder, with a happy expression on her face.

She suddenly felt that the air in the elevator was suddenly stuffy.

Fortunately, the elevator also went to the underground garage.

"Let's go home and have a good chat."

Gwen pulled Elizabeth into the car.

"boss."

Big Amy came to the underground garage at some point and sat in the driver's seat.

"Go home and go home."

Gwen was desperate to understand Elizabeth's problem.

"By the way, where's the Persian cat?"

"Do you need to find her?"

Emily turned her head from the co-pilot.

"Let her wait for me at my house."

Gwen arranged, and then turned his attention to the monitoring.

The girl in the purple helmet there followed Wesley to his apartment, turned the locomotive and drove away from the scene as if the task had been completed.

Her fur coat was also why Gwen wasn't worried.

When this girl is really going to kill, she won't just wear a leather jacket.

After stepping on the point, the next step is to wait until midnight to touch it.

Gwen rubbed her chin, that's what this girl does.

And it always appears at night, and the purple on its body just blends into the night, which is also a major feature.

Maybe I should take this opportunity to meet the purple girl for a while.

After more than an hour's journey, Gwen returned to her doorstep on Long Island.

A girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes from the Middle East, blue-gray hair, and one yellow and one blue pupil, squatted there in a suit.

The tie on her collar was pulled away, and two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the upper hemisphere with perfect curvature and wheat-colored skin.

Her wheat complexion is derived from her blood, not acquired sun exposure.

However, the formal suit obviously made her very uncomfortable.

But under some pressure, she had to wear such a suit.

Perhaps the only thing that made her feel lucky was that the lower body of the suit was pants instead of a skirt.

It also made it impossible for her to really straighten her suit.

"Wait for a long time?"

Gwen got out of the car and walked over to the Persian cat.

"No."

The Persian cat stood up.

She was about the height of Big Amy, and this made her look down on Gwen.

"Come in soon."

Gwen looked up at the Persian cat, then walked around her and walked towards the villa.

"good evening."

Elizabeth said hello to the Persian cat instead.

"Good evening, lady boss."

Persian cats have a moderate voice and are serious.

"Wow! Your skin is so good, how do you take care of it?"

From the corner of Gwen's eyes, Elizabeth took the Persian cat's arm.

"what?"

The Persian cat froze for a moment.

"The lady boss's skin is better!"

The good guy is full of spirits.

No, isn't this guy very clever and good at complaining?

Gwen glanced back at the Persian cat and noticed the slyness in the cat's eyes.

And there seemed to be a gleam in Elizabeth's eyes.

What is this for?Can't you treat your home as a Shura field?

No, she, Gwen, wasn't messing around either!Afraid of a ball!

Have a clear conscience, okay?

"In this way, I have a task for you to protect one of my partners... just deal with it casually."

Gwen sat on the sofa, and when Elizabeth and the Persian cat were seated, she began to assign tasks to the Persian cat.

"Just deal with it?"

The Persian cat scratched its own hair in a way that resembled a cat scratching an itch.

"The main thing is to save yourself. To put it bluntly, I just sent you there for a reason, and it can be regarded as superficial work."

Gwen twirled her fingers in the air.

"This... I haven't done it, I don't know if I can do it well."

Persian cats are too lazy to go around in circles.

As long as she was seated right, she combined the boss in front of her with the little man she saw in Afghanistan that year.

The carefulness unique to women made her confirm that the two were the same person.

But as far as her observation of the so-called special commissioner is concerned, being straightforward can actually gain a good impression.

In other words, it would be better to directly point to the big boss in front of him.

"It's very simple. It's just that you don't feel well when the target enemy comes. If the enemy is not our target, you can occasionally show off your skills and let the protected person think you are very powerful."

Gwen embraced Elizabeth, sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, as if a wealthy landlord was ordering his servants.

"That's the so-called target enemy, I'll tell you."

The presence of God Gwen made the Persian cat suddenly want to laugh.

There's no way, Gwen's appearance is too deceptive, it always makes her feel like an inexperienced young girl's boss.

However, her brain kept reminding her that the man in front of her was a real boss, which made her extremely contradictory.

"The protection target has been sent to your phone."

Gwen pointed to Persian Cat's watch.

"In short, the more mysterious you behave after you go, the better, and the more elusive that person can figure it out, the better."

The corners of Gwen's mouth turned up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed a harmless smile.

"That's a timid person, and it's not difficult to master him."

Gwen's smile is really cute, but the Persian cat doesn't know why the hairs on his back feel like he's standing upside down.

"Then I'll go first."

The Persian cat looked down at the relevant information about James Wesley in the holographic window that popped up on the watch. After finding the address information, it got up and left Gwen's house.

Amy and Emily at the door are still waiting to take the Persian cat in Gwen's car.

"Well, what did you see?"

After the sound of closing the door, Gwen turned around and asked Elizabeth.

"Everything, everything."

Elizabeth rolled over and rode on Gwen.

"Very powerful, including your business plans, military plans, and future plans."

Elizabeth leaned forward, her mouth next to Gwen's ear.

Every time she said a word, the hot air from her mouth brushed against Gwen's ears.

"You... aren't surprised?"

Gwen turned her head and pressed her forehead to Elizabeth's.

"Of course not, because you are Gwen!"

Elizabeth bit Gwen's lips.

NO.Chapter 408 I wish you all the Dragon Boat Festival

After taking great pains to feed Elizabeth, Gwen took advantage of the darkness to ride his motorcycle and leave the house.

New York at night has another name called 'Gotham'.

It means that New York at night is very chaotic, with ghosts and snakes running amok.

However, because of Jin Bin's imprisonment recently, New York at night has become much more stable.

But the chaotic New York at night has left an impression on New Yorkers for a long time, so they still dare not go out in the middle of the night.

So the seemingly brightly lit city actually has only a handful of pedestrians on the street.

Gwen doesn't ride fast, she prefers to ride slowly rather than speed and passion.