Marvel’s Disassembler

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The room was quiet and the summer night was quiet.

Only Natasha had a slightly heavy breathing sound, which brought the rhythm of the whole room.

At this moment of the summer night, I feel like I am being thrown into an ordinary person on an isolated island. There is no wing of the crow, my hands are weak and weak, I don’t know what to do.

Want to escape, but there is nowhere to escape.

I am bent on developing on the island, but I have nowhere to start, and I am even more determined to abandon the splendid prosperity on the mainland.

For a time, it was a jag.

In my mind, I was thinking about it for a while, and occasionally I wanted to leave my heart, throwing her to the side, and then stepping on the transmission array, disappearing without a trace.

But I feel too cruel.

After all, people at least fell asleep on their legs, and nothing else happened.

"But... I always feel a little bad."

Xia night sighed deeply, really can't wait to send a post immediately, ask the online big takers, when a lively and beautiful yummy girl lying on your lap, unprepared to sleep What should I do?

Should it be a beast, or should it be better?

Summer nights always feel that the biggest sorrow of a man may not be able to control his belt. The action is often faster than rational thinking, but the result is always unbearable.

He does not want to be such a person.

So he doesn't want to do anything in vain, even if others don't care, but he cares about himself.

When the result is as sustained as it is, then it is a bite to the jaw, and you must control your belt. You can't just unravel it.

It is precisely because of this that he feels that the current situation is more and more difficult to deal with.

Looking at the nasty Natasha, Xia night sighed inexplicably.

To be honest, such a beautiful girl, if she does not move, she will cross the autumn wave... No, it is simply a red fruit, no cover.

As a man, the heart of Summer Night is very useful.

But he can't afford it. He doesn't know what the woman's heart is thinking.

What kind of mentality and opinion is it for yourself?

What kind of expectations are there for the future...

Perhaps he should be casual, and the days can be too coquettish and wonderful.

But he is like a squad, but he has never experienced it.

Lack of corresponding experience and means of treatment, plainly, too tender!

"Not professional!"

Summer night feels that my major may be just a spit. Sometimes, a super hero is a good part-time job, but now I have to work part-time in the flower? This is indeed really difficult for him.

Left and right thought, not free, and finally he fell asleep like this.

After all, thinking about this kind of thing is still very spiritual.

When people are awake, they can control their behavior, but after falling asleep, they are unwilling to let go.

However, the summer night did not know, after I fell asleep, did I have anything to do with the belt? Because when he opened his eyes, Natasha woke up a little earlier than him.

At this time, I was busy in the kitchen, screaming between them, or yelling at Natasha.

Obviously, she is not very good at certain things like summer nights.

Stepping came to the kitchen, and the summer night reminded of Li Xiaomi's earth-shattering cooking skills. Lenovo's current situation, the inexplicable heart is a vain, as if doing something wrong.

Looking down at my trousers, I decided that it had been slightly relieved since I was holding my post from last night to the present.

Natasha's gaze focused on the steak in the pot.

When they were still red and white, her eyes were very focused. At this time, she was black and smoke. Even though she coughed and coughed, she still looked at it with tears... It seems that her eyes can make this The steak is fresh and delicious.

In contrast, the fire is too big, and it may be just foreign objects.

After the summer night, I couldn't help but laugh. I decided that if I went on, there would be a terrible fire in the kitchen. I quickly said, "If you are hungry, we can order it."

"you're awake?"

Natasha turned her head and looked at the summer night. Her face was red and she looked at the steak in the pot. I was even more embarrassed: "I was going to wait until you wake up and you can eat it immediately."

This gesture... I don’t dare to look at the summer night, shift the topic: “I remember, I brought pizza yesterday.”

"We didn't think of it as staying up late last night, did it disappear?"

Natasha blinked her eyes: "Sleep, amnesia? Have you forgotten something more important? For example..."

"...say, can you tell me, takeaway phone?"

Summer night is black, said three sentences? So spare no effort~www.readwn.com~ Are you planning to seduce me as your lifelong career?

"Oh..." Natasha sighed helplessly. It was rare to put this expression on her body. When she was downcast, she said, "The wall."

Summer night reached out and pressed a button on his chest, changed a suit, and then changed his appearance, then picked up the phone, hit one, set a little fast food.

The smoke-filled kitchen obviously can't stay, and the range hood can't load such a huge amount of work. It can only open the window to release the black smoke.

There is still some worry in the summer night, will this kind of smoke make the good people think that there is a fire? Going back directly to the fire brigade, spraying water along the window, can be a bit of a parry.

It turns out that this is just the reverie of the summer night.

After that, the situation was simple and clear, and the takeaway arrived. After the summer night and Natasha took a sip, the meeting was completed.

Old Xia classmates say goodbye, Natasha also restored the heroic cool.

Her changing appearance is to let the summer night feel that what happened last night and even today is like a dream, it is not true at all.

The truth is actually Baki's belly!

He is already starving to death!

When the summer night returned to the base, he realized this and immediately prepared food for Baki.

Today's Bucky and yesterday looked like there was a little difference. The summer night sat outside as usual, and he sat inside, eating a dish that was difficult to swallow, but still did not change his face.

After only sinking for a long time, he asked: "I used to know you?"

In the summer of the night, I immediately nodded and said, "Of course you know me."

"I seem to think of some... pictures."

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