Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

"I'm sorry, my phone just broke, so I can't send any news, originally I wanted to send you a message to say." Even after eating a few skewers of roasted meat to replenish his strength, Gwen also pouted and said to Holm a little apologetically.

Hearing this, Holm also smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I also guessed that your mobile phone should be broken, otherwise why wouldn't you send me a message."

"I wanted to go and buy something else to eat, but I didn't go because I thought you might come out at any time."

"After all, your phone is broken, and there is no way to contact, if you just come out when I leave, it will not be different."

"And it's already so late, and it's not safe, so in order not to let you run around, I've been waiting here."

"It just so happens that I also prepared these things, and when you come out, you can bake them just in time to prepare them, so that you can eat them when you come, and the performance should be quite physically demanding, not to mention that you also have a tummy trouble."

"Ah, it's a bit of a negligence to say this, if your stomach is uncomfortable, you still have to eat less meat."

Home's words made Gwen's heart warm, she didn't expect Holm to think so meticulously, completely unexpected.

Originally, Gwen was still emotion and moved, but after finally hearing Holm say to let her eat less meat, she also hurriedly waved her hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, my one is an old problem, it doesn't affect my eating, and the more this happens, the more you should eat more." "

She should have thought of another reason to eat barbecue, but fortunately, she has now practiced, and she can add some conditions to her lies at will, although it sounds nonsense, but as long as what you say is true, it is true."

Seeing that Gwen was afraid that he would snatch her flesh away, Holm also smiled and said, "Is this so? Then I'll bake you more, I prepared a lot, and it should be enough for the two of us to eat. "

In fact, what Holm said just now is a mixture of true and false, after all, he did not prepare in advance.

He hadn't been back long before Gwen, and he had bought them with the stall owners who were going home.

Sometimes the banknote ability is so good that as long as the combination is combined, a camping barbecue stall is saved.

Originally, he wanted to take Gwen to the restaurant for dinner, but he didn't expect to encounter those things just now, and such a delay, he had just made an appointment.

And after a little exercise, his appetite is also better, and he doesn't want to eat some more delicate snacks, but wants to eat meat and drink drinks.

So he didn't continue to call and spend money to get another seat in the restaurant, but chose to take local materials and set up a camping barbecue stall.

Speaking of this camping barbecue stall is quite comfortable, after all, the weather is not cool or hot, today's sky is also cloudless, the huge moon hangs in the sky, sprinkling with cold moonlight.

They enjoyed the moonlight like this, and eating barbecued meat was also a very pleasant thing.

Holm had prepared some cold beer, but he opened it and was ready to drink before remembering that he was driving a car today and there was no way to drink, so he put the bottle on the table again, concentrated on eating the barbecue, and drank the drink.

As a law-abiding citizen, he firmly remembered the rule of drinking and not driving, and driving without drinking.

George. Although Stacey is now very busy because of the gangster war, as long as he is brought to the bureau for something, then he will definitely not give up this opportunity.

And the drunk driving thing is not big or small, if you are caught and have to engage you, you will have to suffer this dark loss.

Think of George. Stacy's face stared at him in the dimly lit interrogation room, and Holm felt a pang of irritation.

So he put down the bottle more firmly, shook his head, and quickly showed off the barbecue and ice cola.

Think of George. Stacey and Home also suddenly paused, then took out their phones and handed them to Gwen.

"I just forgot, since your phone is broken, then you should have no way to contact your father, or you should call him first, so as not to worry him too much."

Hearing Home's words, Gwen also remembered his old father and thought of George. Stacy has been busy all this time, and Gwen sighed and said: "Even if I don't call, he won't worry, he's been too busy lately, and sometimes he doesn't even come home."

Although Gwen was complaining, she took Home's phone, then pressed the button and gave it to George. Stacey made a phone call.

"My phone is broken, so tell you, don't worry if you can't get through to me, I'll go back in a moment..."

I told you before that I had a show today, and I left you a ticket, but I didn't see you coming

..." "Now that the show is over, I'll have a meal with my friend..."

Don't say it, you're busy..." Listening

to their vague conversation, looking at Gwen's slightly frowned, Holm didn't need to guess to know George. Stacy should still be working overtime in the police department by now.

After she handed the phone to Home, Gwen also watched as Holm had just opened but put down the beer, then took it, looked up and began to pour herself.

"Goo! Goo! Goo!

Gwen gulped the cold beer, and some of the liquor and foam spilled from the corners of her mouth and down her smooth neck to her collarbone.

After Holm took the phone, he was thinking about the sad George. Stacy was still working overtime, so she didn't notice Gwen drinking the beer.

He heard the constant grunting, then turned to see that Gwen had drained a can of beer.

Seeing the alcohol spilling from the corner of Gwen's mouth, Holm also looked away, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her, saying: "It's easy to get on the head if you drink too much beer, be careful if you get drunk for a while."

Looking at the tissue that Holm handed over, Gwen realized that the wine had flowed down the corner of his mouth to his collarbone, and then down his collar.

She said why Holm didn't look at her when he handed her the paper, it turned out to be because of this, it was really a little embarrassing.

Gwen wiped the liquor from her neck, and was about to speak in response to Home, when she suddenly let out a long burp.

When this long and far-reaching burp was over, Gwen's face turned red, and she didn't know if it was because of alcohol or because she was too shy.