The next morning, looking at my swollen eyes in the mirror, I rubbed my aching head. The alcohol I drank last night still went to my head.

"You're awake, come out and eat breakfast!"

Hank's glasses had a crack on his nose, it seems like it was broken when I slapped him on the ground last night.

He stood at the door of my room, looking at me with a face full of expectation. He was still wearing my apron with the Superman'S 'logo printed on it, it was made by Mr. Weyne for the boss's wife, I stole a sample to keep at home.

Mr. Weyne likes to see his wife walk around in the house wearing nothing but an apron. Don't ask me how I found out, I don't want to die, so I will definitely deny it.

Tsk, I hid it so well, how did he find out?

I usually use the one with Team America's shield printed on it.

Is he jealous?

That's why he changed his apron behind my back.

Thinking back to his aggrieved look last night, yo, I really couldn't tell, this bastard actually has two faces.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Even I felt like I was a scumbag when I said this, if the scene last night stopped at the light, then I would be a heartless scumbag. He should be wrapped in a white sheet, and I should be smoking after sex to match the plot.

It's a pity, the one under him was always me.

His eyes were drifting, he was obviously looking for an excuse, I didn't think that after five years, his lying skills still haven't improved.

"I was afraid something would happen to you, so I wanted to stay and make sure you're okay before leaving." Trash excuse, I ignored him.

If you don't want to leave then just say it, actually the crying bag's act last night was quite to my liking.

I casually grabbed a t-shirt and shorts from the closet and put them on, then walked straight into the living room.

Hank followed behind me attentively, pulled out a chair next to the dining table for me to sit, and even brought over the breakfast he prepared early in the morning.

His culinary skills had improved a lot, especially my favorite egg toast with milk. The taste was simply heavenly. It was so delicious that I almost wanted to forgive him.

Sure enough, the way to capture a foodie was to tempt him with delicious food.

He sat opposite me with his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hand as he stared at me blankly. The expression in his blue eyes was actually a bit similar to Team America's when he stared at me. However, Mr. Stevie was naturally thinking of that person through me, while Hank … made me feel very awkward.

I wolfed down my breakfast and wanted to clear the table to avoid his gaze, but he quickly stopped me and said, "Let me do it. You should check your phone. There are always messages coming in in the morning. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I put it on the coffee table in the living room." Seeing me frown in disgust, he quickly waved his hand and explained, "I didn't peek, really!"

I leaned against the sofa and hugged the cushion as I read the messages.

'Are you okay?'

— It was sent by Mr. Stevie at 11: 37 last night, not long after I dragged Hank out of the bar.

"I'm downstairs. Call me if you need help."

— It was still him at 12: 18 in the morning.

"Little secretary, I'll take Steve back first. Otherwise, he'll be standing downstairs all night."

— It was sent by Falcon at 2: 04 in the morning.

"Call me when you wake up, or send me a message to let me know that you're okay."

— It was sent by Mr. Stevie at 4: 47 this morning. Didn't he sleep last night?

"I have a temporary mission to do. I should be back tonight. Remember to send me a message to make me feel at ease."

— It was sent by Mr. Stevie at 7: 38 this morning.

He was really a good boss who cared about his subordinates. I was so touched that I almost shed tears. I immediately typed a message back to him: "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. I wish you a successful mission!"

Then I opened Weibo to commend him, but I felt the sofa next to me sink. It was obvious that Hank was sitting next to me. I didn't want to pay attention to him and continued to type on my phone.

The next second, a pair of warm hands reached out to my temples and gently rubbed them. Then, he brought me into his arms and laid me on his lap.

"Your head hurts, doesn't it?

In the past, every time you drank, you'd have a headache for half a day when you woke up.

Close your eyes. I'll massage you. "

His voice was very soft and gentle. He didn't use much strength, but it made me feel very comfortable. The smell of his body and the feeling of his massage felt so familiar, yet so distant.

After a few minutes, I fell asleep again.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but the doorbell suddenly rang.

I felt Hank gently lift my head from his lap and put a pillow under it. Then, he quickly went to open the door.

I had already been woken up, so I lazily followed behind him. When he opened the door, I saw an unexpected face.

"Excuse me, is this Room 3 on the 24th floor?"

Little Spider, Peter Parker, stood at my door with a backpack and a DHL case in his hand. He asked Hank, who opened the door, if this was my room number.

He must have gone to the wrong building. I wasn't familiar with him. At most, we've only met a few times. There were more than thirty buildings in this district, so how could he be looking for me?

But it couldn't be. This child might have found a part-time job as a delivery man.

"It's Room 3 on the 24th floor. Who are you looking for?"

Hank stopped Little Spider from looking around the room. His phone suddenly rang a few times, so Hank hung up without thinking.

"I'm looking for Big Brother Secretary. Who are you?

Why are you at his house? "

Little Spider's foot seemed to be unintentionally pressed against the bottom of the door, but it was very strong so that Hank couldn't close the door.

I sleepily walked to the door and pulled open the iron door that was secretly destroyed by the two of them. I asked, "Mr. Parker?

Why are you here? "

Little Spider saw that I came out to save him, so he put on his brightest smile and called out sweetly, "Big Brother Secretary!

You should just call me Peter. I'm here to deliver your package! "As he said that, he raised the delivery box in his hand like he was asking for a reward.

Huh??

So he's working part-time as a delivery man?

No, I can't call him little brother. My little brother's surname is Zhang, and my little sister-in-law's surname is Wu.

I already said that he, Superman, Thor, Quicksilver, and the Flash can open a delivery company. The others definitely have the ability to deliver goods to any corner of the earth in ten minutes.

I pulled Little Spider into the house and sat him on the sofa. I looked at the delivery box he was holding. The delivery address was the Double couplet headquarters in New York, so I said, "It's such a long journey. Sorry to trouble you."

"It's no trouble." He quickly waved his hand and said happily, "I was on my way home, so I came to deliver it to you."

What kind of road are you taking, kid?!

Did you forget that you live in Queens?

That's New York, and this is Washington, DC. We don't live in the same city.

Seeing that I was puzzled, Little Spider quickly explained, "Aunt May and I moved. We live in this neighborhood. Yesterday was the summer vacation, so I just came back."

Hank took out my tea set and boiled a pot of water. He was like an Englishman as he fiddled around the coffee table.

I poured a cup and handed it to Little Spider. As soon as I handed it over, his phone rang again. He glanced at the phone screen and pressed it.

"Thank you."

Little Spider politely received the cup with both hands and nodded to thank me. He then turned his head and asked me quietly, "Who is he, Big Brother Secretary? Why is he at your house?"

"Bastard ex-boyfriend." I answered him without thinking, "We met at the bar, so we slept on the sofa."

After Hank heard my description of him, he poured another cup of tea and handed it to me. He mumbled to declare his sovereignty, "He slept on the bed before midnight."

I rolled my eyes at him. There was only one bed at home, and he dared to say that in front of an underage child. He was really looking for a beating.

Before I could get angry at him, his phone rang again. I said to him in a bad mood, "Someone is missing you. Hurry up and leave."

Hank hung up the call, shook his head, and said sincerely, "I'm not leaving. Nothing is more important than you now."

I looked at him as if he was ready to throw caution to the wind. It was as if he wouldn't leave me even if the sky collapsed.

So now I could only defeat him with calmness. "Since he is in a hurry to find you, there must be something. You should go back. What if there is a mission that needs you?

I don't want to be a sinner. "

He finally listened to me. He stood up from the coffee table, pushed up his glasses, and said to me reluctantly, "Then I will go first. I will come to see you when I have time."

Looking at his back, I was a little reluctant, because...

. This bastard actually took away my favorite clothes!

After Hank left, Little Spider finally relaxed his body. He leaned against the sofa and said to me, "I am already an adult, Brother Secretary. I am already 19 years old. You don't have to deliberately hide the matter of sleeping on the sofa from me.

And you don't have to worry, I won't mind! "

"..." Does this kid have Professor X's genes?

He can actually read what I was thinking just now.

But is he really an adult?

I clearly remember that he is only 15 or 16 years old.

He stuttered and wanted to say something. After thinking for a while, he finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath and asked, "Brother Secretary, are you and Captain America... Really?"

Oh, this little gossip, so he came all the way here just to ask this.

I shook my head, smiled at him, and said, "Of course not, he has been looking for that person. We just want to put on a show to force him out, that's all."

"Really?

You are not a couple!

That's great! "

I could tell that he was really happy. Little Spider's eyes emitted a dazzling light like the first ray of the morning sun shining on the dark earth. The bright smile hit my heart hard. It was good to be young.

"... Why is it so good?"

This kid is weird. Don't tell me he likes... Team America?

That can't be, Mr. Stevie has that person in his heart.

"No reason, no reason, I'm just happy!"

The hair on Little Spider's arm quietly stood up. He quietly rubbed it a few times so that I wouldn't notice. Then he stood up from the sofa and said to me, "I have to go home quickly and say hello to Aunt May. Otherwise, she will be worried about me."

He threw his backpack behind him. When he walked to the door, he turned his head and asked, "Can I often come and play with Brother Secretary in the future?"

"Of course!" I showed my signature fake smile again. I didn't mind if he came to find me, but I wasn't fun.

Little Spider hugged me unexpectedly and ran away shyly.

This kid is really enthusiastic. But what if he really likes Mr. Stevie?

Should I set them up, or continue to help Mr. Stevie find that person?

Little Spider went out of my house and turned into the elevator waiting area. As expected, he saw Hank waiting for him.

"You finally came out?" Hank's face was cold. He crossed his arms and stared at him with hostility.

To be continued

Guide to this chapter:

1. Dacao wears an apron: To meet a secret agent, but unfortunately, he has clothes under the apron.

2. Little Spider's part-time job: I don't need to say much about this kid's financial situation. You all know.

3. Little Brother Zhang and Little Sister Wu: My selfishness mixed in with stealing.

4. Opening a courier company: The speed of those named should not need to be explained.

5. Little Spider lives in Queens: For details, see Team America 3.

6. Making tea like an Englishman: The actors who played Little Spider (Dutch brother) and Beast (Nizi) are both British. Please search for British tea traditions.

7. Little Spider's age: It's a private setting.