Chapter 39 You can come to me if you want to do anything

Natasha's words were a little messy.

It can be seen that her emotions are very unstable as she has just recovered her memory.

Especially since Leon had just saved her, but she acted ungratefully and cruelly.

This brought back some deep-seated memories, making her feel ashamed and uneasy.

“Don’t mind it.” Leon waved his hand nonchalantly, “It was an unintentional mistake. Besides, you can’t hurt me.”

Natasha clenched her palms and suddenly remembered that she had been subdued by the man in front of her without any ability to fight back.

She will probably never forget the power that crushes all other skills.

She subconsciously looked around with her peripheral vision, trying to calm herself down.

"Thank you." Natasha glanced at Yanang's body inconspicuously, but shook her head to thank him again, "Thank you for saving me, thank you for not minding my offense just now."

Leon was about to say something, but Natasha continued.

"Maybe this is just a piece of cake for you, but it means a lot to me..."

Natasha seemed very sincere.

She got down from the workbench and looked at Leon.

"You gave me a second chance at life, Mr. Stark."

"And it's not just me," Natasha's expression became solemn, "but also the other widows, we will all owe you our lives!"

The agents trained in the Red House are called widows.

The most outstanding widow who can break the highest record of her predecessors is given the title of Black Widow.

It is one of the most ruthless and poisonous spiders in the world.

The same is true for the agent who was given this title.

"I can't repay your life-saving kindness."

"If you need any help in the future, just ask," Natasha said seriously, "I will do my best."

She gently stroked Leon's cheek with her hand, and her warm breath sprayed on the strong jawline.

"But please forgive me I have to leave now."

Her expression became conflicted, reluctant and extremely painful.

"If you lose contact with the Red House for too long, they will come after you."

"I can't hold you back. Others need me to save them too."

Natasha was a decisive person. As soon as she regained consciousness, she began planning her revenge on the Red House.

There was a flash of determination in her eyes, and she suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Leon lightly on the side of his face.

"Thank you, Leon." Her voice was so gentle, like cotton wool blown by the wind, and like she was saying goodbye to her lover with full love.

After the kiss, she slowly stepped back, her jade eyes fixed on Leon.

It was like the princess in a fairy tale who was awakened from her deep sleep by the prince's kiss, but had to face her vicious mother alone.

After retreating to a distance of five meters, she turned around abruptly, leaving behind a lonely figure.

That back view is so lonely and determined, vividly highlighting Natasha's psychological characteristics of being willing to sacrifice heroically for her companions and rush into the sea of ​​fire for her savior.

Leon looked at Natasha and touched the side of his face. His reflection on the laboratory glass seemed dazed and stupid, like a young boy who suddenly fell in love.

"Wait, Natasha!" he suddenly called.

Natasha's resolute back paused, she turned her head slightly, leaving only half of her sad profile.

"Sorry, Leon, I have to go!"

"No, what I mean is that we're not that familiar with each other yet, it's appropriate for you to call me Mr. Stark." Leon sighed and pinched his nose.

Then he muttered quietly: "This rotten fish smell is really strong..."

This time Natasha was completely frozen, standing there like a wooden figure.

She turned back after a few seconds, her expression hesitant: "Calling you, Mr. Stark...?"

It seemed that she didn't hear Leon's complaints about her body odor.

"That's right!" Leon leaned against the workbench, "Natasha Romanoff, born in 1984, is the most outstanding Black Widow bred by the Red House. She has dozens of backup identities around the world. She is a master of individual combat and psychological warfare."

"Faced with a world-class agent like you, I am really flattered to be called by my name and kissed goodbye all of a sudden."

"I have to say that's a pretty good charm technique."

Leon teased, “It’s just that little bit, I’m going to rush over to hug you, and then say that I will accompany you through the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire ahead.”

Natasha's expression changed.

She realized that her little thoughts were seen through.

The hesitant expression slowly calmed down: "Wow, I didn't expect that the second young master Stark, who was the most mediocre in the information, was so hidden. Are you a CIA agent?"

"Please, this is the Internet age. I have what you call home artificial intelligence. A lot of information is easy to collect."

"Besides, what do you mean by the most mediocre? I was admitted to Columbia University at least."

Leon paused and spread his hands: “Look, Natasha, I know your past.”

"And I'm not a rich kid who fantasizes about fairy tales even when he's grown up."

"So the tactics of playing hard to get are really unnecessary."

"Although it looks like you're just acting casually and without any real effort."

"But can we please simplify the way we talk?" Leon stood up, waved to Benben, and ordered two cups of coffee.

He handed the coffee to Natasha: "Have something hot. When was the last time you drank coffee consciously? Don't tell me it was ten years ago."

"Ha..." Natasha took the coffee with a natural smile without showing any embarrassment. "Thank you. The last time I drank coffee like this was a year and a half ago."

Leon raised his eyebrows: “So you were completely controlled by the Red House more than a year ago?”

"You seem to know a lot, Master Leon." Natasha walked to Leon's side, leaned on the workbench with him, half-tilted her head to look at him, looking petite and beautiful.

She was using her little tricks to seduce Leon again.

"Come on, is it your habit to extract information by tempting others?"

Leon pointed to the coffee cup and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask them directly. This can save a lot of testing costs."

Natasha is truly a beauty among beauties.

Now in her twenties, her every move is naturally charming, and her every frown and smile is captivating.

However, Leon had just seen Natasha's bloody internal organs and red and white brain, and smelled the odor of her coming out of the sewer.

Therefore, he did not have any desire to have any unrealistic thoughts in the short term.

"I didn't expect that as the younger brother of the most famous playboy in the United States, Master Leon is also a gentleman?" Natasha put away her charming smile and her face became much more serious.

As a master of psychology, what she knows best is to cater to the other person's preferences.

Leon's current demand is to exchange information efficiently, and she is happy to do so.

"That's not necessarily true. It's just that the time is not right now. You can try it in a different setting next time. I will definitely fall for it."

Leon took two sips of coffee and said, "By the way, don't act out the farewell scene of an ignorant girl just now. Only the second-generation rich will be tempted by such a story. I suggest that when you make a move on me, you should wear black stockings directly, which will be more effective."

"Good suggestion. I will try it next time." Natasha nodded. "So, Mr. Stark, why do you know so much about me?"

She added: "Don't tell me it was found by artificial intelligence. Most of that information is confidential and is not stored online."

“I see.” Leon made a cross with his hands, “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you about this. It’s a secret.”

Natasha tilted her head: "Is this what you call a direct question?"

"Letting you ask a question doesn't mean I have to answer it."

Lyon answered the question irrelevantly.

"Before you ask me, I want to ask, was that your attitude towards your lifesaver just now?"

He held up a finger, "First you woke up and attacked me... Oh, that was an accident, and then you did sincerely thank me and apologize."

"But after recalling the memory of your previous fight with me, you immediately started to seduce me again."

"That's to get me to offer to help you deal with the Red House, right?"

"The worst thing is that after you turned around, you secretly observed my reaction from the reflection in the glass."

"What? I just saved you, and you just said you would thank me, and now you turn around and want to drag me into a dangerous place?"

Leon slapped his thigh and said, “The contrast between you before and after is so great that it makes me feel like I’m being taken advantage of!”

"I apologize!" Natasha raised her hands. "I apologize again. It's my fault for treating you like an ordinary rich kid and trying to take advantage of you."

"It's also my fault for trying to involve you!"

"I'm sorry, I just woke up and wanted to find an ally who would make me feel safe."

Natasha's face showed a bit of pity.

"After all, you are so strong and a genius with a high IQ. With your help, I will have a better chance of winning."

"But I promise, if you really chose to help me just now, I would definitely tell you all the real information! Even though you don't seem to need it."

"And my previous promise is true. If you run into any trouble in the future, you can come to me for any request - provided that I am still alive."

Leon stroked his chin: "Is it okay to ask you to do something unspeakable?"

"Okay! As long as it's you, I can accept it!" Natasha's eyes hesitated for a moment, then became extremely firm. She was serious.