Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

The cafeteria of Garden Middle School looked like a luxurious French restaurant from a distance. You could actually take orders inside and there were dedicated waiters. Double tables filled the entire restaurant, and most of the tables were empty.

But there were also seven or eight tables where students and parents sat.

Some people, like Fisk, wear neat suits, leather shoes and watches.

But some parents were dressed as if they had just finished jogging, with orange sweatbands on their heads, and drinking orange juice brought by the waiter in big gulps. Sweat mixed with the orange juice flowing from the cup and slid down from the towering pink peaks. Their long golden hair stuck to both sides of their cheeks, and their light red pupils were like stars in the sky, captivating.

It was as if he felt Fisk's gaze.

The woman with long golden hair slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of Fisk with some confusion.

Gwen seemed to sense Fisk's gaze as well.

She grabbed Fisk's hand and squeezed it hard, quickening her pace so that Fisk turned his head, just in time to avoid the blonde woman's sweeping glance.

Fisk twitched his nose slightly.

Why does it feel a bit sour?

As he was about to go in, the tall dean of studies stopped Fisk.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

There was a hint of vigilance beneath the dean's black-framed glasses.

His eyes were fixed on Fisk.

Several security guards appeared in the distance.

They all wore black suits, and some even wore headsets that only the Secret Service would use.

Fisk looked a little embarrassed.

But I still explained it anyway.

But the dean didn't believe it.

Fortunately, with Gwen's help.

The dean still made a phone call to Mrs. Stacy who was far away in Europe.

Fortunately.

Mrs. Stacy was not asleep at this time.

Moreover, she very experiencedly reprimanded the dean for meddling in other people's affairs, which made the dean's face gloomy!

However, this also solved Fisk's embarrassment.

The latter frowned and handed a flower badge to Fisk.

Then he left in a hurry.

Fisk looked around.

I found that all the parents in the restaurant had this badge on their chests.

This should be an identity marker.

“Mr. Fisk, the muesli here tastes delicious!

You can try it." Gwen ordered bacon and fried eggs, and an iced Americano. She looked very familiar with it, and it seemed that it was not the first time she had done this combination.

Fisk followed Gwen's advice, ordered a fruit muesli and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and began to look around.

The life of the rich was something he really couldn't imagine.

Maybe this is the legendary capitalism.

"Gwen!" A young voice suddenly came from the side. It was a teenager's. Fisk turned his head and looked over. Not to mention that the boy was quite handsome.

He has blond hair, blue eyes and a high nose bridge. Although he looks only about fifteen or sixteen years old, he is almost 1.7 meters tall. He is also wearing a school uniform, but the watch on his wrist is shining with golden light, and you can tell at a glance that it is worth a lot of money.

He was the child of the woman in sportswear... maybe a stepson.

Gwen frowned in annoyance when she saw the young man, "Harry! What do you want?"

Harry?

Fisk was stunned.

I was just wondering if this was the Harry I knew.

The boy suddenly turned his gaze to Fisk.

"You must be Chief George, right?"

Fisk was even more embarrassed.

Between him and Chief George Stacy.

No matter how you look at it, it's a deep hatred.

Besides, I don’t look like a righteous policeman at all.

Could it be that... I also have a righteous spirit?

Fisk desperately wanted to find a mirror.

Look at that ferocious face of yours and see if there is any righteousness in it?

"No, I'm not Chief George!" Fisk shook his head. "I'm here to attend the parent-teacher meeting on behalf of Gwen on behalf of Mrs. Stacy. My name is Fisk." Fisk stretched out his hand towards the boy.

But the boy simply ignored him.

"Gwen, is that so?"

"Harry Osborn, who do you think you are? Are you questioning me?" Gwen raised her eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "I have never agreed to your pursuit. Please disappear from my sight."

"Sorry! Sorry!" The woman in the distance walked over, she held Harry's shoulders and pulled the boy back. The boy's expression was a little lost, but his eyes kept scanning Gwen beside him.

Looks like he's Gwen's suitor.

Still a licking dog.

However, this is also a normal thing.

With Gwen's appearance.

These teenagers are overwhelmed by hormones.

It would be weird if I wasn't moved.

"Harry Osborn?" Fisk repeated his name, his eyes sweeping over the woman not far away. Didn't Harry Osborn's mother die of complications during childbirth when he was just born?

Who is this woman?

Stepmother?

Or...relatives?

Norman Osborn does not try to cure his genetic disease.

Are you still thinking about finding a stepmother for Harry?

Can old Oss’s body handle it?

"Yes!" Gwen tapped the dinner plate lightly, and the sound of jingling reached her ears, making Fisk turn his head. She pouted, not wanting Fisk to look at the woman any more. "She's just a rich second-generation. A few days ago, she even gave me flowers and confessed her love to me in public, causing me to miss two classes!" Gwen's tone was filled with disgust for Harry Osborn.

When Fisk heard this, he just smiled gently and didn't comment.

Soon, his breakfast was brought over.

Muesli, to put it simply, is a mixture of oatmeal and dried fruits such as Brazil nuts, plus fruits or some flavored snacks, which is the so-called fruit oatmeal.

However, the amount of nuts in this bowl of mixed fruit and oatmeal is surprisingly large. A full bowl of it is extremely high in calories... After eating this bowl, you probably won’t need to eat for the whole day.

The restaurant was getting more and more crowded.

It looked like many people hadn't had breakfast.

Or maybe you just want to experience what your children eat every day.

The fruit oatmeal tastes good, but a little greasy.

Fisk hadn't eaten breakfast for a long time.

In addition, even when he eats breakfast, he usually eats fried eggs, bacon or pasta, or at worst barbecue, which is high in greasy food.

Even before he came into this world, Fisk liked to eat a bowl of ramen or a bowl of hot mutton soup with steamed buns in the morning.

He had never had such a plain breakfast.

Jin Bing had quite a few memories - whether in the juvenile detention center or in prison, he had been eating oatmeal for three meals a day, and he was already tired of it.

So he just took a few bites of the fruit cereal.

Some people don't want to move the spoon.

Gwen seemed to see that Fisk didn't really want to eat fruit oatmeal.

She cut a portion of her own bacon, cut a small half of the fried egg, put it on the fork and put it to Fisk's mouth, "Try this, Mr. Fisk, I don't know what you like.

So, maybe the recommended fruit oatmeal is not to your liking, I’m sorry! ”

Fisk looked at the fried eggs and bacon that were already in front of his mouth.

Suddenly, I felt gazes like pillars of fire shooting at me from all directions.

I glanced over with the corner of my eye.

There were at least three or four blond-haired rich second-generations in the restaurant, all looking at him with murderous eyes.

Fisk had not originally prepared anything to eat, but after feeling those gazes, he immediately smiled, opened his mouth, and swallowed the bacon and fried eggs into his stomach.

The rich aroma of meat accompanied by a hint of black pepper poured into the depths of the fireworks, and the faint sweetness of olive oil penetrated into the deep of his nasal cavity, making Fisk squint his eyes involuntarily.

These things are still delicious.

Fruit oatmeal and so on, I would have thought I was in jail if I didn’t know!

Ena Maynard finished flipping through the magazine in her hand and suddenly felt a little hungry. Thinking that she had not even had breakfast today and was pulled here to drive, she pouted her lips.

Fortunately, however, she had reserves.

I climbed into the back seat and opened the refrigerator, which contained tequila, beer, and two small cans of Coke. Although there was nothing to eat, at least the Coke could provide energy.

It was during these few seconds that Ena Maynard did not see the series of police cars driving past her, and when she sat back in her seat and opened her Coke to drink it.