I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

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

Many New York landmarks, such as the famous Empire State Building, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and Central Park, are located around Fifth Avenue, an important main road.

Of course, there is also the Avengers Building, which has become a Manhattan landmark shortly after its completion!

Passing through the street sign with "Fifth Ave", everyone who comes here will feel the urban charm from Manhattan...

However, for Lyon, who was sitting on the street and enjoying lunch, the charm of the city was nothing compared to the blond beauty sitting opposite him.

As if aware of Leon's gaze, those big peach blossom eyes could not help but bend slightly, Ophelia put down the cappuccino in her hand, lightly opened her red lips, and asked with a little doubt:

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

While speaking, she seemed to stick out her pink tongue inadvertently, and licked the corner of her lips lightly, as if she was licking away the foam that did not exist at the corner of her mouth.

Such a charming move made Leon tremble slightly in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"This fairy..."

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

Such a sight is truly unimaginable.

However, in the past few months, such pictures are not uncommon.

The blonde posing as a British girl has been a constant presence in Lyon's life since a chance encounter on a Long Island highway.

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

It's just that Leon himself is a little flattered by the amount of attention the other party places on him...

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

In a small chat, Ophelia inadvertently revealed to Lyon that she was a professional painter who was going to move from London to New York to start a new life.

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

The subtext in it:

I came to an unfamiliar city with no friends and no support. I needed a strong arm to help and care for myself...

In the setting of weak people created intentionally or unintentionally, it is almost like saying "you can be that strong arm"

When Ophelia looked at herself with her charming face and big watery eyes, Leon almost couldn't hold back the original impulse in her heart and fell into that gentle trap.

In the face of such a beautiful woman who is both charming and knows how to cater, even if Leon knew that the other party had bad intentions, it would be difficult to keep her away.

After all, he is also a man with a strong blood...

What's more, he also deliberately accepted the other party's various gestures and help with the idea of ​​​​compromising.

Therefore, after going back and forth, the two of them, each with their own thoughts, gradually became good friends...

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

He picked up the coffee, took a sip, and after calming down, Leon blinked lightly, and changed the subject slightly 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, Leon is a young and promising angel investor. In front of Leon, Ophelia is a somewhat down-to-earth professional painter.

Of course, this profession, known to both parties, is just a pretense...

"Not yet. Although several studios have invited me to be a lecturer, I always feel that I need a period of time to find myself."

Speaking of which, Ophelia couldn't help but turn her head to look at the passers-by hurriedly passing by the street, and murmured to herself unconsciously:

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

Looking at Ophelia's beautiful profile and the slightly confused eyes under her golden hair, Leon, who didn't know whether the other party was acting or was really confused, could only comfortably say:

"It's true that New York can feel lonely at times."

"Sometimes, I feel a strong self-doubt, like an inner monologue, like saying, 'Do you really think your paintings are good enough to have an exhibition and be bought by others? "…"

As she spoke, Ophelia's tone gradually became covered with a layer of melancholy, which made her whole person look a little depressed.

Before the other party showed his fangs, Leon was not willing to break such a good time first.

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

"I don't think you'll be the first or the last to think that way. Hopes and dreams are sprinkled on the sidewalks here, and sometimes they bloom, who knows..."

Hearing this, Ophelia, who was originally a little melancholy, couldn't help but smile, leaned forward slightly, supported the table with both hands, and looked at Leon quietly.

Wearing a long floral dress, against the proud figure, it is even more attractive

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

Shrugging his shoulders, 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 froze for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled, her delicate body trembling slightly: "You look like this, it's so interesting, I'm going to draw it!"

"Don't move yet!"

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

"Swish", the sound of the pencil swiping quickly on the white paper, as if playing an artistic movement, made time suddenly meaningful.

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

In this regard, Leon is also very cooperative, motionless, maintaining the movement just now.

However, at this moment, an abrupt ringtone interrupted this short-lived beauty!

From Ophelia's somewhat dissatisfied eyes, Leon waved his hand a little embarrassedly, expressing his apology:

"Excuse me, I'll take a call."

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

When he saw the caller ID, there was a hint of awe in his blue eyes.

"Hello, sir?"

There are very few people in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. who can be called "sir" by an eighth-level agent like Leon.

And who can directly contact Leon, besides the director Fury, who else? !

Fury's deep voice came from the other side unsurprisingly:

"I need you to come to Washington immediately!"