I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

In the face of Ophelia's teasing words, Leon's expression was calm, and he seemed to be used to it.

During the time he spent with each other, Leon discovered that this blond stunner had a very naughty side in character.

Always seize all kinds of small opportunities and provoke them at every turn, the little heart of the old driver of Lyon.

If he didn't know the true identity of the other party, Leon felt that his restless heart could no longer hold back...

Of course, he did not deliberately narrow or distance each other, but just let the flow take its course and communicated with each other.

Like Ophelia, he also knew Ophelia's apartment address.

Although I have never gone up to drink coffee, such exchanges between friends are very normal.

It's just that the timing of this sudden visit was a bit of a coincidence, which made Leon have to think about it.

At this time, Leon's mind was filled with various thoughts:

What is she here for?

Test if I know about Strucker?

still…

Trying to put all the miscellaneous thoughts behind him, Leon was stunned for a moment before answering:

"Of course 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 stay here..."

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

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

Is it a sign that Leon has dropped his guard and accepted himself by being willing to invite himself to live at home?

From Ophelia's experience, this is a good opportunity.

The next moment, her rich flirting skills reacted subconsciously.

I saw her holding the sofa with her hands, leaning forward slightly, blinking her big blue eyes, looking at Leon with affection, her red lips curled up, and she said with a light smile:

"Giggle, really? Then I'll 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 scent of perfume drifted across his nose, causing Leon to narrow his eyes, as if he was enjoying the ambiguity here.

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

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

"Why not?"

Hearing this, Ophelia blinked her eyes like that, and stared at Leon without saying a word.

After a while, she suddenly "puchi" and smiled sweetly.

"If I'm kicked out by the landlord tomorrow, I'll consider moving in with you. Then, you'll help me move..."

Hearing this, Leon stood up very wisely, gave Ophelia an English gentleman's salute, and said solemnly:

"No problem, ma'am, I'd be more than happy to serve you!"

"Hahaha…"

While talking and laughing, the sky outside had already changed color without knowing it.

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 gave Leon a very pleasant and comfortable feeling.

This is extremely rare when he interacts with other women.

Therefore, from time to time, Leon would think, if Ophelia was not close to him for some purpose; if Ophelia was not the old enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D., the only female leader of the Hydra organization, Viper.

How nice would that be...

Just when Leon was thinking about it, Ophelia, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly asked:

"are you hungry?"

Facing this sudden question, Leon was a little stunned. However, he still nodded and replied:

"Uh... a little bit."

"I suddenly wanted to eat steak at the restaurant on the corner of Broadway. But I'm so alone,

Do you want to come with me, gentleman? "

Facing Ophelia's slightly expectant gaze, Leon got up from the sofa, stretched out his right hand, and assumed a pose like inviting women to dance at a ball, and then asked:

"Beautiful lady, would you like to admire your face and have dinner together?"

"certainly!"

While speaking, Ophelia smiled slightly and put her soft and boneless hand on Leon's.

After the performance, the two looked at each other and laughed in unison.

At this moment, the two seem to have left the burden of their identity behind and become friends and confidants who have the same heart.

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

. . . . . .

Paris France.

The night was getting dark, and the pace of pedestrians was hurried on the Avenue de Versailles.

And at a small hotel called "Selena" on the side of the road, this night was ushered in, and the last guest...

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

At this moment, a male voice interrupted her thoughts in awkward English with an obvious accent:

"Sorry, do you still have a room?"

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

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

The man was wearing a gray-black sports suit and looked more sunny. However, the white hair made his face even paler.

The woman is wearing a leather jacket and a knee-length skirt with floral flowers inside. This combination makes the girl look weak with a hint of firmness.

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

Thinking of this, the fat woman pouted.

Having run a small hotel for many years, in her impression, an outsider is 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."

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, can the dollar be okay?"

The fat woman was stunned 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 two steps out, the white-haired man suddenly found that his sister, standing there, didn't know what she was thinking, motionless.

Seeing this, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, and he said softly:

"Wanda!"

This call made the fat woman know the girl's name, and it also made the brown-haired woman suddenly come back to her senses.

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

"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 whispered:

"What a loving couple..."