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

Fisk wanted to strip her naked, press her down on the bed and charge at her.

Yasuo Mina's fingers kept groping at the hem of her skirt. She could hear the impatience in Fisk's voice and knew that he was very unhappy at the moment. She hesitated whether to say it out loud.

However, after hesitating for a second.

Yasuo Mina still said truthfully: "Fisk, my adoptive father was arrested... I..."

"Mina, how do you know he was caught?" Fisk narrowed his eyes, and his aura pressed down on Yasuo Mina like a mountain.

Yasuo Mina was trembling all over and her face gradually turned pale.

However, soon a layer of red glow suddenly appeared on Yaso Mina's cheeks, and her body trembled even faster.

Then, Fisk inexplicably heard the sound of water.

The cold expression on his face eased a little and he smiled again.

He placed his palms on Mina's face and cupped her cheeks.

"Is it raining?"

"I'm sorry, Master...I didn't mean to do that...She was the one who came to me."

"she?"

"April O'Neill... She was injured, and I took her back to Hell's Kitchen."

"Where is she?"

"It's right behind... I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance."

"take me."

Yasuo Mina brought Fisk into a room.

There was a woman lying on the bed.

His body was wrapped in white gauze and his face was pale. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a faint mixed smell like some kind of chemical disinfectant.

Sister Maria is here too.

Her hands were filled with gauze and medicine.

At this moment, the woman's dressing was being changed.

When she saw Fisk coming in, she was stunned at first, and then said, "Little Fisk, didn't you take that girl to the parent-teacher meeting today?" Sister Maria's tone was a little strange, and Fisk always felt that he had heard it somewhere today.

Where is it?

Oh, on Gwen!

But why did Sister Maria know about this?

Fisk simply thought about it and was sure of it.

It must be the work of that Norwegian gossip girl.

It seems that even a battle-hardened female mercenary can't help but have a burning gossip heart.

Shaking his head, Fisk recounted everything that had happened today, and moved his gaze back to the woman on the bed.

April O'Neill.

After being introduced by Yasuo Mina.

Fisk knew.

April O'Neill is the most popular reporter at the Daily Bugle. She loves doing street interviews in the most dangerous places. She is also an expert in writing about gangs. The cruel and indifferent side of gang members is infinitely magnified in her writing. At the same time, she uses the most intense and humorous language to criticize and ridicule those gangs.

Therefore, readers of all ages like her manuscripts.

The Daily Bugle even because of this woman.

We are ready to try to enter the television industry.

But what no one knows is that the reason why this female reporter was able to obtain so many exclusive reports and be able to go to dangerous areas where gangs are rampant is because of the four little turtles living in the New York sewers!

Of course, she paid a price this time.

Fisk's eyes flickered over her.

This woman does have what it takes to become a leading actress.

However, there may not be such an opportunity in the future... because her body is covered with knife wounds, and even if these wounds heal in the future, they will leave ugly, horrible and ugly scars.

However, there are no scars on his face.

If I cover my body more tightly in the future, I will still be able to appear on camera.

Anyway, this is an age where looks matter.

"You guys talk first, I'll go get some more ointment and gauze."

"Thank you, Sister Maria!" April O'Neill shifted her gaze to Mina, and then slowly to Fisk.

"Mina, this is!"

"This is Fisk, he is my...master!" Yasuo Mina looked at him in a flattering way, like a puppy looking at his master eagerly.

Fisk reached out and touched Yasuo Mina's golden hair.

"Mina told me that you have some news for me. Can you tell me now, Ms. Reporter?"

"Mina, what did you just say?" From April O'Neill's slow reaction, it can be seen that she cared a lot about that word. More importantly, she seemed to find it difficult to imagine that this word would come out of Yasuo Mina's mouth.

And there was a strong hostility in the look he gave Fisk.

Yasuo Mina straightened her chest and said, "He is my master.

April O'Neill, I don't want to repeat myself!"

"Damn bastard, what did you do to her?" April O'Neill seemed to be completely unharmed, and like a lioness, she began to question Fisk with great momentum.

Fisk looked at the things that Sister Maria had not taken away.

Walked over slowly.

April O'Neill looked at Fisk walking towards her, and a look of panic suddenly flashed across her face. But when she thought of her body that had been chopped beyond recognition, April O'Neill was suddenly not so panicked anymore.

I look like a horrible person.

Who else would have evil intentions?

The wounds on April O'Neill's body had scabbed over and were covered with ointment, but there were still some wounds that Sister Maria had not had time to treat.

Fisk sat at the head of the bed, holding a piece of cotton dipped in iodine with his fingers, and slowly wiped it, wiping away all the blood stains around the abdominal wound.

Through the delicate touch of his fingers, Fisk could clearly feel that this female reporter's skin was very well maintained. Although it was a little dark due to frequent sun exposure, it was exceptionally smooth and the pores were not that large.

The feeling of touching it is refreshing.

April O'Neill felt Fisk's fingers gently sliding across her body, but the expression on her face slowly became strange.

Fisk's action was neither completely excessive nor too severe, and it could slightly satisfy her inner loss. More importantly, the touch of this bastard Fisk's fingers was unusually measured. April O'Neill fell silent and acquiesced to Fisk's wanton caressing of her lower abdomen.

Fisk gently picked up the gauze, looked at the hideous wound underneath the gauze, and sighed, "What a waste of nature's gifts!"

"What did you say?" As soon as April O'Neill finished speaking, Fisk had already removed the gauze, completely exposing the mountain where the centipede was entangled.

"do not want!"

April O'Neill panicked again.

Even though April O'Neill had accepted her disfigurement, she still couldn't accept the fact that Fisk had seen her naked.

But April O'Neill had just made a move.

But she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her body. The feeling was like an electric current, spreading all over her body, making her feel like she was living a life worse than death. She immediately lost all her strength and fell back onto the bed.

Fisk's palm stabilizing her body slid from April O'Neill's abdomen to her waist, and his fingers holding the cotton moved upwards along April O'Neill's waist.

Then, he quickly passed over the edge of the centipede that was entwined on the mountain peak, and the slippery feeling was clearly transmitted from Fisk's fingers to his brain.

However, the wounds on the centipede were still hideous.

But the soft skin is enough to make up for the blocked feeling coming from the wound!

In addition, the fingertips placed on the lower abdomen for stability also gently massaged April O'Neill's belly button. April O'Neill's body trembled slightly with each circle of Fisk's fingers.

April O'Neill didn't know what was happening to her?

Maybe it was the adrenaline that amplified all the physical sensations.

Or maybe it was because he felt inexplicably ashamed in front of Mina.

Or maybe it was because she hadn't let a man touch her body for almost two years since her last breakup, which was why she was so sensitive... But no matter what, April O'Neill was already somewhat unable to control her emotions.

Fisk's hands kept moving between April O'Neill's chest and abdomen, like a little snake swimming in the water, or like the hands of a miracle doctor.

April O'Neill's originally pale face slowly recovered, as if she had regained consciousness, and it seemed that even the disease of excessive blood loss was almost cured by her.

Yasuo Mina looked at everything in front of her.

Breathing started to become a little rapid.

She didn't know why she became so easily moved now.

However, she couldn't help but lean on Fisk, with her hands hidden deep in the castle built with nun's robes.

Fisk's movements began to slow down.

At this moment, he was like a frog in boiling water.

But unfortunately, the water temperature seems to be increasing a little too fast.

April O'Neill, as if she suddenly realized something, began to struggle hard.

The palm tightly wrapped in gauze moved to try to push Fisk's palm away, but she only tore open her healed wound and brought more pain.

That's it.

It has no other substantive effect.

"Well.....you.....don't...touch me!"

She trembled and made a sound of resistance.

As if there was no way to push Fisk's hand away with his hands, he could only rely on his own defenseless voice.