Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

Not to be outdone, Bella looked down and looked at Natasha's bear socks: "It's cute, it suits you."

　　 Someone showed her a bite of white teeth, held her hands empty, and seemed to be about to strangle her. She shook her shoulders, saying that it didn't matter.

　　 There is nothing in the abandoned waste barrel. It is sticky and green in color.

　　 Take a sample and then send it to a laboratory in Phoenix for testing. As the town sheriff, Samantha can only do this.

　　 handed over the remaining work to his deputy, Deputy Sheriff Pete, and Samantha took Charlie and his daughter to the bar in the town to chat.

　　 In the United States, you can wear makeup at the age of 14, dating at 16, and holding a gun at 18, but you need to be 21 to drink!

　　 The two police chiefs were drinking and chatting, and the two beauties could only drink.

　　 Natasha looked at her with a smile, meaning, look, you and I are actually the same treatment.

　　 A few of them chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious.

　　 While talking, Samantha asked about Bella's studies in the tone of a stepmother: "How are Bella's high school grades? Will it be stressful to enter Stanford?"

　　 Bella is still very proud of her grades. After all, she went to college in the past life. Now come back to look at the knowledge of American high schools? That is too simple.

　　 "I'm doing pretty well, all are A."

　　 Natasha followed Bella’s tone and stretched her voice: "Yes, there are Aes all over the body."

Samantha took a picture of her daughter, and then she was relieved: "That's really good, better than Nata. This guy often gets messy exams. I don't understand what she thinks. You are good friends. Help me stare at her."

　　 Bella happily, looking like an elder, holding her arms around the shoulders of the little beauty: "I will urge Nata to study, you talk, let's go out first!"

　　 It's really boring to make light bulbs, so let's go.

　　 opened the door and walked out of the bar. Without the presence of adults from both sides, they were more relaxed.

　　 "You dare to say I am young!"

　　 "Do you dare to laugh at my socks!?"

　　 "Huh, I don’t know you as a kid."

　　 "I don't know who is younger!"

　　 "This is the prosperous town in your mouth! God! Where is your town prosperous!" Bella pointed to a half-person tall cactus and complained. This thing looked dry and not angry at all.

　　 "It used to be prosperous."

　　 "Then I called you earlier and asked if you need to be dressed more beautifully, you said yes! Now you see, the townspeople look at me with weird eyes. I would change my clothes if I knew it!"

　　 Natasha smiled indescribably happily, causing Bella to glare again.

　　 They walked out noisily, and they saw a fairly white middle-aged man facing him. The other party was dressed in a very ordinary plaid shirt, jeans and leather shoes. No matter his temperament or his dress, he did not look like a rich man.

　　 "Hi, Nata," the middle-aged man said gently.

　　 Natasha brushed her eyebrows and nodded, even if she said hello.

　　 The other person's gaze swept across Bella, seeming to wonder who this strange woman was, but she still nodded and left with a graceful smile.

　　 "Is this the little white face you were talking about?" Bella asked in a low voice until the middle-aged man walked away.

　　 "Yes, it seems to be my mother's first love. I can't hang out in the big city, so I came back to find my mother."

　　 Bella looked back and took a closer look. This little white face said that there is a mine at home, isn’t it fake? Looking at the dress, it was the average person's level, and the appearance was not enough to crush Charlie. Charlie's appearance is not bad at all to be able to give birth to a daughter like Bella, and he looks more reliable and stable!

　　Bella still has confidence in her cheap relatives.

Don’t worry about Charlie or Samantha, she’s worried about her clothes... She looked at the yellow sand on the side of the road, and then at her high heels and short skirts. It was out of fashion. She is back now. Is it time for Phoenix to change clothes?

　　 "Don't refuse! Quick, give me your car keys." Natasha held out a hand to her.

　　Considering that I have to use a car recently, Bella has had three chapters with Xiao Yofa before. At this time, Miss Pickup is very honest, except for occasionally coming out to let the wind out at night, the rest of the time is sleeping.

　　 Bella threw the key to Natasha and sat in the passenger seat.

　　 Natasha's talent is really powerful, and the vehicle is very stable under her control, but she drives extremely fast.

　　 "How on earth was this car modified? Is that Jacob still in Foxtown?"

　　 Bella shook her head repeatedly: "I'm not here anymore."

　　 She secretly rejoiced, but fortunately Jacob walked, otherwise one day the two of them will meet together, and she won’t be able to help?

　　 I met a few young men on motorcycles on the road. They greeted Natasha, but they were all overtaken by the little beauty.

　　 "Your boyfriend?"

　　 "How could it be, just a few hairy boys."

　　 They circled the town, and quickly handed the pickup to Charlie. What result can they drive with? It's a waste~www.NovelMTL.com~ This kind of forceful weapon should be given to those who need it.

　　 Charlie drove the pickup happily, and Natasha wandered around.

　　 "Let's ride a motorcycle? Can you ride it?" Natasha and Bella were expropriated for transportation, and they couldn't walk. The little beauty suggested riding a motorcycle.

　　 Why do you guys like riding motorcycles so much? Jacob is like this, Natasha is like this, and most of the Captain America, Lasereye, Wolverine who have never met are like this...

　　 She didn’t want to say that she didn’t, she found an excuse: “I’m wearing high heels, you told me to ride a motorcycle?”

　　Natasha didn't think too much, "Then I will take you. There is a valley outside the town. I like to train there the most."

　　 Bella sits in the back seat, hugging the small beautiful girl's waist.

　　 After driving out the motorcycle for five minutes, she realized it.

　　 "You did it on purpose! You must be jealous of my beauty!"

　　 Bella’s hair was blown out of order, and it was useless to moisturize it under the sun.

　　 She angrily expressed her dissatisfaction.

　　 "Aren't I the same? Take a closer look at the thrill of the adrenaline surge!" Natasha pushed the speed of the motorcycle to the limit, and rushed out of town.

　　 If Natasha's talent for driving a car is five, then her talent for driving a motorcycle is ten!

　　 The heat wave rushed toward her cheeks, Bella just felt the wind in her neck, the wheels ran across the sand at high speed, and the yellow sand filled her shoes! In order to keep herself from falling, she must hug Natasha's waist tightly.

　　 The girl's clothes are very short, her arms and her abdomen fit closely, but she didn't feel anything unusual at all, and the two of them had already rushed out of the town.