Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Why are you alone?” Stay inside and have no idea what's going on out there. Will saw Dior come back alone, a little surprised.

“The bait has been thrown, and now the fish can't hook themselves up. ”

Dior's self-esteem didn't strike him. He believed that gold would glow sooner or later. Even if this road didn't work, he could go to S.H.I.E.L.D. with this' skill ', eat and drink for the rest of his life. It's a big deal to be honest and be a logistics officer. Mixing it for a few years might still make a difference, huh?

If he was still in the situation of his previous life, he would surely be thrilled to carry his thighs. However, people always have to pursue a slightly different life, the greater the capacity, the greater the responsibility, the more ambitious it really is to grow first!

That's why Dior sees S.H.I.E.L.D. as the last step backwards. Less than necessary, he won't work for S.H.I.E.L.D. for life at the cost of losing his freedom.

That's why he's so desperate to make money. If S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't get the means to defend himself before it finds out about his special abilities, he doesn't even have the right to talk to anyone about the price.

And don't say it's him, even the later founded Avengers Alliance doesn't really have much say. It's locked up when you say it, and you work hard to defend the planet, and it turns out to be hate and resistance.

That's why fools are heroes.

Stay in the back and think about it. Will, why don't you give yourself a knife for a while? If the solicitor fails, he won't take you for a liar!

Will, just a random guess, and the result is right on target. Who says black guys are simple creatures?

The door was pushed open again just as the eyes of the two of them stared down and nearly hit the spark in the air.

Fish bite the bait!

Today's fat sheep, I, Grandpa Dior Brando, will be killed!

Dior immediately hung that disgusting, fake gentleman's smile on his face and greeted him, "Two beautiful ladies, can I help you? ”

Knowingly!

Jenny now seriously suspects that she may not have truly understood the man in front of her all the time, usually full of male charm, and occasionally shows a very gentleman's side, but lately it may be because of the change at home, suddenly some poisonous tongue-in-cheek, which side is the real him? Or is it really Dior Brando that brings all this together?

“Put away these hypocritical condoms and come here at this time and do what you can besides eat. Although I still think of you as an extremely arrogant guy, in the face of Jenny, I'd like to show a little courage to try what you call mysterious Oriental treatments. ”

Jessica is a strong woman who can't afford to lose, ironically, especially with what Dior just used to squeeze her out, and probably because she's almost three years old, plus she just recently discovered a scum guy who's been plotting around her for six months, which may cause her to have some endocrine disorders + premenorrhea!

Dior just happened to hit the muzzle.

But anyway, even the mud man was seen like this three to five times, so Dior laughed more brilliantly, and he was prepared to teach this self-righteous woman a profound and unforgettable lesson, so that she would immediately run away with shame!

“Prepare yourself, it will be a fantasy dish you have never eaten, and if Miss Jessica feels satisfied after eating it, I think you should apologize to Jenny, because when you're sure it's a scam, and I'm just a scumbag liar who exploits women, you're prejudiced against her, and a sincere apology will be the best way to restore friendship. ”

Jessica and Jenny stood still all at once and looked different...

After a British gentleman's manners, Dior turned back to the kitchen, and he never mentioned what Jessica was supposed to do to him, but Jenny.

I wanted her to apologize to Jenny, not to him.

There are several reasons to do this, and at any given time, a man with a higher needle gauge won't be overrated, but opening his heart doesn't mean he doesn't care at all, so he needs Jessica to give him a statement later.

But as a polite adult male and a 'chef' who serves a Guest, it is impossible to force her to apologize to herself, which is how she euphemizes her grievances.

And finally, Dior doesn't need her apology anymore, because he's upset that he's going to come back and deal with the challenge with a stronger healing effect, which is certainly not going to cause any problems, and of course, the side effects are going to be stronger, but nobody cares about that, is it, how can it not pay a price to be pretty?

Will, at Dior's behest, had already hidden in his room, not because of his skin tone and profession, but because the treatment process behind him was indeed unsuitable for outsiders like him.

Will understands that, and he doesn't want his ghost to be seen before.

So the empty restaurant (with only one table) left Jessica and Jenny, the two of us.

“This is the first time I've come to a restaurant where guests are left out without even a glass of water!” Perhaps the waiting process was a bit boring, or perhaps out of a few sincerity, Jessica began her vomiting without a word.

And then Jenny made up for the attack, and she said, "And you didn't notice, there's no chance of ordering the Guests here, and the guy decides what to eat. ”

Jessica also discovered this, but it's not so strange that a lot of chefs have had similar restaurants, do whatever the Guests eat and give, the Guests eat, no autonomy at all, the bias still tends to be like a god.

This tells us that human beings have a 'cheap’ gene in their bones. The more they don't take you seriously, the more they put the lever forward, hit you in the left face, and you have to proactively stretch your right face out to get beaten!

There's a premise, of course, that you have to push a bull to the point where someone punches you in the right face, or else you're most likely going to end up getting hit in the half.

“I haven't eaten anything yet, but the shelf is really small, and I hope you're just out of your mind and not messing with your pathetic taste. ”

“I think Dior's right. You do owe me an apology. No, it's owed to both of us. I'm looking forward to seeing you again after this! ”