I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 406: The Game Between Men and Women

Faced with Ophelia’s molesting words, Leon’s expression was calm, as if he had become accustomed to it.

During the time with each other, Leon discovered that this blonde stunner has a very naughty side in character.

Always seize all kinds of hourly opportunities and shove at every turn, Lyon, the little heart of this old driver.

If he didn’t know the true identity of the other party, Leon felt that his restless heart would have long been unable to bear it…

Definitely, he didn’t deliberately close or widen the distance between each other, just let the flow take place, and interact with each other.

Like Ophelia, he also knows the address of Ophelia’s apartment.

Although I have never had coffee before, it is quite normal for friends to communicate like this.

However, it was a coincidence that the time of the sudden visit, so Leon had to think about it.

At the moment, Leon’s mind could not help being flooded with various thoughts:

What is she doing here?

Do I know about Straker?

still…

Trying to put all the mixed thoughts behind him, Leon was taken aback for a moment before replied:

“Definitely not! You can come to me every day as long as you want.”

After a pause, Leon spread his hands and joked:

“I still have a lot of empty rooms here. It doesn’t matter if you live here…”

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention.

This joke sounded like a signal in Ophelia’s ears.

Is willing to invite himself to live at home, is this a sign that Leon has put down his guard and accepts himself?

According to Ophelia’s experience, this is a good opportunity.

The next moment, her rich flirting skills subconsciously reacted.

She was holding the sofa with both hands, leaning forward slightly, blinking those big blue eyes, looking at Leon affectionately, her red lips curled up, and she chuckles:

“Gluck, really? Then I will move in tomorrow?”

This is a bold step!

In the chess game between men and women, Ophelia took the lead in launching a tentative offensive.

The faint smell of perfume floated through his nose, causing Leon to squint his eyes, as if enjoying the ambiguity here.

However, only he himself knew that he was not reminiscing the fragrance of women, but thinking about how to answer this question.

Without hesitation for too long, Leon, who had the answer, spread his hands and smiled:

“Why not?”

Hearing this, Ophelia blinked as if she didn’t say a word, staring at Leon closely.

After a while, she suddenly “Psst” and smiled.

“If I am driven out by the landlord tomorrow, I will consider moving over to live with you. At that time, you will help me to move…”

Upon hearing this, Lyon stood up very wittily, paid a British gentleman’s gift to Ophelia, and said solemnly:

“No problem, ma’am, I am very happy to serve you!”

“Hahaha…”

While talking and laughing, the sky outside, unconsciously, has already changed color.

The orange of the sunset is reflected on the floor through the window of the living room, as if painted with a vivid color.

I have to say that every communication with Ophelia gives Leon a very pleasant and cozy feeling.

This is extremely rare when he interacts with other women.

Therefore, Lyon will think from time to time, if Ophelia is not close to herself for a certain purpose; if Ophelia is not the enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D, the only female leader of the HYDRA organization, the Viper.

How good would that be…

Just as Leon was thinking, Ophelia, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly asked:

“Are you hungry?”

Faced with this sudden question, Leon was a little dazed. However, he nodded and responded:

“Uh… a little bit.”

“I suddenly wanted to eat steak from the restaurant on the corner of Broadway. But, I’m too lonely. You gentleman, do you want to go with me?”

In response to Ophelia’s slightly expectant gaze, Leon got up from the sofa, stretched out his right hand, and put on a posture of inviting women to dance at the ball, and then asked:

“Beautiful lady, would you like to have dinner together with your face?”

“Definitely!”

While speaking, Ophelia smiled slightly and put her little soft hand on Leon’s hand.

After the performance, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

At this moment, the two seemed to have left the burden of identity and became close friends and confidants.

However, only God knows that this game between men and women is far from over…

. . . . . .

Paris France.

As the night darkened, pedestrians hurried on Versailles Street.

And at a small hotel called “Selena” on the side of the road, this evening ushered in, the last guest…

A fat woman wearing reading glasses, sitting behind the counter with a calculator, is calculating today’s turnover.

And at the moment, a male voice interrupted her thoughts in awkward English with an obvious accent:

“Sorry, is there any room?”

Looking up, the fat woman saw a pair of young men and women standing in front of her.

As the last guest of the day, the fat woman looked up and down the two through her reading glasses.

The man is wearing a gray-black sportswear, which looks more sunny. However, his white hair made his face paler.

The woman wears a leather jacket and a floral-knee-length skirt inside. Such a match makes the girl look weak with a trace of firmness.

Judging from her attire and the accent just now, the fat woman immediately guessed that the two were outsiders.

Thinking of this, the fat woman couldn’t help but curl her lips.

Having run a small hotel for many years, in her impression, outsiders are equivalent to trouble.

It’s just that the two of them don’t look like troublemakers…

“Yes, single room, double room, what room do you want?”

“Open a double room.”

“Okay, two hundred euros.”

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man and the brown-haired woman on the side looked at each other, then turned their heads and asked:

“Well, is the dollar okay?”

The fat woman was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: “Yes.”

He took out two hundred yuan bills from his pocket and put them on the counter. The white-haired man took the key to the room, picked up the luggage on the floor, and walked towards the elevator.

Just after two steps, the white-haired man suddenly discovered that his sister was standing there, not knowing what she was thinking, motionless.

Upon seeing this, the man twitched the corner of his mouth and whispered:

“Wanda!”

With this Roar call, the fat woman knew the girl’s name, and the brown-haired woman suddenly recovered.

Looking at Pietro’s petting smile, Wanda smiled apologetically, then took the long and narrow box in his hand and followed:

“Oh, here I am!”

Watching the two of them step into the elevator, the fat woman lowered her head again, while calculating the turnover, she muttered in her mouth:

“What a loving little couple…”