Chapter 13 Strike up a conversation

After returning to Earth, Kewen lived a very leisurely and comfortable life.

I go to see a doctor every day during business hours, and at night I study with the magic book of ‘Kama Taj’.

Every time he learned a magic, he would transform that magic into his own means.

Unlike Gu Yi, who borrowed the magic power of the corresponding dimension to release the magic of the corresponding dimension.

Ke Wen is different from the mages in this world. He has magic power himself, so why should he be a thief?

So, this kind of life continued peacefully for several months, and the time entered 2008.

…

In early summer, there are gradually more and more people jogging in the morning in Central Park.

Kewen is one of them.

On this day, during his morning jog, he discovered a goal that activated his male hormones.

The flowing white hair that is slightly above the shoulders, the narrow and fat-free back, and the tight buttocks that are constantly bouncing up and down when running, the shaking and shaking are simply dizzying.

But there is one flaw in this target's stature.

He is nearly 1.7 meters tall and has a perfect upper body shape.

But the other person's thighs were a little thicker.

This is somewhat inconsistent with Ke Wen's aesthetics.

But he had been a monk for a long time, and finally found a target with white hair, which made his turbulent heart a little bit anxious.

Ke Wen thought, if he could use his 'Red Hand' ability to modify the opponent's thigh, then he would have a perfect bed partner.

But there's another problem, that is, he doesn't know what the other person looks like.

So Kewen looked at it carefully again.

Based on the extent of the opponent's upper body while running, Ke Wen immediately estimated the opponent's bust.

He was very satisfied with the size,

In other words, it was beyond expectations.

With so many high-quality conditions combined, Kewen immediately decided to strike up a conversation and see what the other person was really like.

The jogging speed began to increase, but it did not increase too abruptly.

Half a minute later, Kewen approached the woman.

Listening to the other party's very rhythmic breathing, Ke Wen smiled slightly and said hello: "Hi, pay attention to the left."

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately moved slightly to the right, but did not look back.

Seeing this, Ke Wen simply continued to run forward and said at the same time: "Excuse me, I am a doctor, I have observed that you..."

At this point, Ke Wen had already run side by side with the woman's body. Turning his head to stare, he finally saw the other person's face clearly.

The other party is considered a beauty, the kind of beauty with a very distinctive appearance.

But Kewen's smile froze, and he couldn't continue to speak.

Whatever was about to stir, whatever hormones, all calmed down at the same time.

what the funk! ! !

Ke Wen, who followed the Romans when he came to the countryside, cursed secretly in his heart.

"What did you observe?"

A magnetic, slightly deep voice sounded. While jogging, the woman turned her head and looked at Ke Wen with a smile: "Or are you just trying to strike up a conversation?"

Ke Wen smiled unnaturally and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Sorry, I don't usually see you during my morning jog, so I took the liberty to strike up a conversation."

"Is it?"

The woman's lips were thick, but they made the other person's facial features look very harmonious. She smiled and said playfully: "But your eyes tell me that what you are thinking in your heart and what you are saying are not the same?"

"Well……"

Kewen's mind changed quickly and he quickly found an excuse: "Sorry, I know a lot of women, so I can tell that you don't seem to be easy to mess with, madam, so I'm sorry to bother you. I don't want to cause trouble. Please accept my apology." "

"Is it?"

The woman's eyes moved down, taking a look at Ke Wen's figure, and then nodded with a smile: "He has a good figure, and is a high-paid doctor. He does have the qualities to be a playboy. I'll just assume that you know a lot of women. but……"

The woman slowed and stopped.

She tilted her head slightly and said playfully: "You are right about 'not to be trifled with'. I am an agent of CIA. Your expression tells me that the reason you said is just a lie. So..."

The woman said in a slightly threatening tone: "Tell me, what was the real reason that made you stop chatting up me?"

Ke Wen pinched his temples helplessly, and then said: "Listen, madam, I really don't want to cause any trouble. Can you please just pretend that what just happened didn't happen? Or, do you want an apology in some way?"

"No, I just want the truth."

The woman's smile continued: "Of course you can also choose to refuse, after all..."

The woman raised her hand to show off her posture: "I'm on a morning jog right now. I don't have my ID or weapons with me. I have no right to force you to do anything."

"Sorry! Sorry for disturbing you!"

Ke Wen raised his hand to touch his chest, saluted slightly and apologized again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kewen turned around and walked away, then started jogging and returned to the hospital.

This made the woman stunned.

She stared at Ke Wen's retreating back for a moment, and then smiled softly: "Interesting..."

…

About twenty minutes later, Ke Wen returned to the hospital with a lawsuit on his face.

Standing at the door, he looked up at his hospital, and then couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, you can hit a ghost like this! Why can't you have a safe life!?"

After finishing muttering, Kewen continued to sigh and walked into the hospital.

As expected.

Just an hour later, the woman I met in Central Park walked into the clinic as the first patient after the opening of the business today.

Snapped!

The woman placed the document on the table in front of Ke Wen.

The woman sat down with a smile and raised her chin towards the certificate: "Can you tell me now? What was the reason for your change of attitude before?"

Ke Wen stared into the other person's eyes, sighed slightly and picked up the certificate.

"cia...Agent Romanov..."

Looking up again at the 'Black Widow' Natasha in front of him, Coven pretended to be suspicious: "Romanov? A Russian surname? Can a political examiner enter the CIA?"

"Are you discriminating?"

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly, and her smile became a little dangerous: "Or do you want me to take you back for investigation before you can believe it?"

"Please don't!"

Ke Wen shook his head and pushed the fake ID in his hand back along the table.

Look at the woman in front of you again.

The details came to Coven's mind.

Natasha Romanoff, the 'Black Widow' who was born in the Russian Red Room spy agency, now joins S.H.I.E.L.D., one of the future Avengers, and the savior of this world.

The other party will sacrifice himself in the future in exchange for the 'soul gem', thus saving half of all life in the universe.

Corwin has some mixed feelings about Natasha.

No matter how raunchy the 'Black Widow' in other worlds is, the Black Widow in this movie universe is an existence worthy of regret and admiration.

But regret is regret, admiration is admiration, but Kewen doesn't want to have anything to do with the other party at all.

Otherwise he would be noticed by SHIELD, by Hydra, by the Avengers, by other good guys or bad guys.

That would be a lot of trouble.

Ke Wen has always paid attention to it. He always makes himself act like a normal ordinary person in this world, just to avoid being troubled.

But who would have thought that once he struck up a conversation with a lustful heart, he would be bumped into by the person he avoided.

What made him even more speechless was that Natasha didn't actually have white hair, she just liked dyeing her hair and changing her hairstyle.

Today's white hair must be the other person's temporary aesthetic.

Kewen felt a little regretful at this time.

When he was in Central Park before, he should have erased Natasha's memory on the spot.

Now it's too late.

As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha had high authority, but the one-eyed black-braised director didn't trust anyone at all.

Therefore, Natasha's itinerary must be in the record.

If Natasha loses her memory now, SHIELD will discover something abnormal sooner or later and come looking for her.

…

In just a short moment, Kewen thought a lot.

In order not to let Natasha see anything, he had to sigh immediately and said: "Okay, okay, then, madam, what do you want to know?"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Natasha pursed her lips and smiled slightly, then said: "That's the question, tell me, why did your attitude change so much after seeing my appearance?"

"a lot of……"

Ke Wen said helplessly: "First of all, I noticed that your running posture was unnatural, and I guessed that you were injured."

"Hmm~" Natasha nodded in agreement: "Continue."

“After that, it’s because I observed more.”

Ke Wen said nonsensically: "Madam, you are very beautiful, but your skin condition is not commensurate with your own conditions."

"Why doesn't it match?" Natasha asked with interest.

"All women love beauty." Ke Wen replied: "But with all due respect, madam, your skin seems to be rarely maintained, right?"

These words made Natasha subconsciously raise her hand and touch her face gently.

"Go on." She agreed with Coven's statement again.

"I am a doctor." Ke Wen continued: "I am a doctor who is confident in his medical skills. Your skin is a little dark yellow, which is the result of being exposed to smoke and fire all year round."

"I can exclude occupations such as chefs and industrial workshops because your skin has not been damaged to that extent, so..."

Coven stopped here.

"So what?" Natasha smiled: "Go on, your point of view is very interesting."

"so……"

Coven glanced into Natasha's eyes, then immediately avoided looking at her, as if feeling guilty and afraid.

"So..." After speaking for the third time, Ke Wen looked at the table and said, "I guess the condition of the lady's skin is affected by gunpowder... and..."

Ke Wen quickly glanced at Natasha's eyes again: "And the look in your eyes, madam, is very independent and full of story."

"Based on all the information, I guessed that Madam, you might be very difficult to deal with. I'm sorry, so I subconsciously didn't want to continue to have contact with you. I was afraid of trouble..."

A chuckle rang out.

Natasha put her elbows on the table, held her cheeks and smiled: "You are still lying. There must be lies among your reasons, but your last sentence about being afraid of trouble is true."

Hearing this, Kewen couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief...

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