I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Manhattan’s Fifth Avenue is a holy place that tourists from all over the world yearn for.

Numerous New York landmark attractions, such as the famous Empire State Building, Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Central Park, are all around the important arterial road of Fifth Avenue.

Of course, there is also the Avengers Building, which has just been completed, and has become a landmark in Manhattan!

Passing through the street sign with "FifthAve", everyone who comes here will feel the charm of the city from Manhattan...

However, for Lyon, who is sitting on the street and enjoying lunch, the charm of the city cannot be compared to that of the blond woman sitting opposite him.

As if aware of Leon's gaze, those big peachy eyes couldn't help but bend slightly, Ophelia put down the cappuccino in her hand, opened her red lips lightly, and asked in a slightly suspicious manner:

"What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"

While speaking, she also seemed to inadvertently stick out her pink tongue and licked the corner of her lips lightly, as if she was licking away the non-existent foam at the corner of her mouth.

Such a charming move caused Leon's heart to tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"This fairy..."

The super idol of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the only female leader of Hydra, sitting at the same coffee table, enjoying their free time...

Such a scene is really unimaginable.

However, in the past few months, such images have not been uncommon.

Ever since I met on the roads of Long Island, this blond stunner posing as a British girl has appeared in Lyon's life constantly.

Intersection is often the first time, there will be a second and third time.

However, Leon himself feels a little flattered by how much the other party attaches importance to him...

When Ophelia used the excuse of repaying to invite herself to dinner, Leon saw the other party's determination to become "friends" with him.

In a small chat, Ophelia inadvertently turned herself into a professional painter, preparing to move from London to New York, starting a new life, and telling her all about her life plan to Lyon.

In the other party's words, Leon can easily hear the subtext:

I came to an unfamiliar city without friends and no support. I really need a strong arm to help and care for myself...

In the setting of a weak person created intentionally or unintentionally, it is almost straightforward to say "You can be that powerful arm"

When Ophelia looked at herself with that coquettish face and big watery eyes, Leon almost failed to suppress the original impulse in his heart and fell into the gentle trap.

Faced with such a beautiful woman who is both full of charm and extremely accommodating, even if Leon knows that the other party has bad intentions, it is difficult to keep her away.

After all, he is also a healthy man...

What's more, he also deliberately accepted all kinds of favors and requests for help from the other party with the idea of ​​scheming.

Therefore, the two people who came and went, each with their own minds, gradually became good friends...

"It's nothing, I'm just a little distracted..."

He picked up the coffee and took a sip. After calming down, Leon blinked his eyes slightly and changed the subject a bit stiffly:

"By the way, have you found a new job?"

After several months of contact, the two have a general understanding of each other.

In front of Ophelia, Lyon is a young and promising angel investor. In front of Leon, Ophelia is a somewhat downright professional painter.

Of course, this profession, as both parties know, is just a cover...

"Not yet. Although several studios have invited me to be a lecturer, I always feel that it will take a while to find myself."

Having said that, Ophelia couldn't help turning her head to look at the passers-by who hurriedly passed by on the side of the street, and muttered to herself unconsciously:

"Every corner of this city is drunk, but it's hard for me to figure out my place in it..."

Looking at Ophelia's beautiful profile face and the slightly confused eyes under the golden hair, Leon, who didn't know if the other party was acting or was really confused, could only comfort him:

"Indeed, New York sometimes makes people feel lonely."

"Sometimes, I feel a strong self-doubt, like an inner monologue, like saying, "Do you really think that your paintings are good enough for exhibitions to be bought by others at a high price?" "..."

While speaking, Ophelia's tone gradually covered a layer of melancholy, which made the whole person look a little depressed.

Before the other party showed his fangs, Lyon was unwilling to break such a good time first.

Seeing the beauty frowning, Leon couldn't help but comforted:

"I don't think you will be the first or last person to think like this. Hopes and dreams are sprinkled on the sidewalks here, and sometimes they bloom. Who knows..."

Hearing this, Ophelia, who was still a little melancholic, couldn't help but smiled, leaning forward slightly, holding the table with both hands, looking at Leon quietly.

A floral dress, set off by that proud figure, is even more attractive

"I have to say, you are really a very sunny person..."

Shrugging, Leon spread his hands and put on a somewhat complacent look, "What can I say? I am me, a different firework..."

"Hahaha…"

Ophelia couldn't help but stunned, then she hid her mouth and smiled, her delicate body trembling slightly: "What you look like now is so interesting, I want to paint it!"

"Don't move yet!"

Before she finished her words, she picked up the sketchbook she had carried with her, turned the pencil, and started to draw on the coffee table.

"Whhhhhhhh", the sound of a pencil slashing across the white paper, as if an artistic movement was played, making time suddenly meaningful.

While painting, Ophelia looked up slightly from time to time and glanced at Leon's face, trying to make her paintings more vivid.

In this regard, Leon was also very cooperative, motionless, keeping the same movement.

However, ~www.readwn.com~ at this moment, a sudden cell phone ringtone interrupted this short-lived beauty!

Under Ophelia's somewhat dissatisfied eyes, Leon waved his hand in embarrassment, apologizing:

"Excuse me, I will answer the call."

After speaking, Leon got up, walked to the corner, and took out the phone from his pocket.

When he saw the caller ID, a trace of solemnity flashed across his blue eyes.

"Hello, sir?"

There are very few people in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau who can be called "senior officer" by the eighth-level agent of Lyon.

And who can contact Lyon directly besides Director Ferry? !

Frey's deep voice came from the other side without surprise:

"I need you to come to Washington immediately!"