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

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However, when passing by the living room, he seemed to see a shadow passing through the living room.

However, he did not see clearly.

Considering that there was a big bump on his forehead, it was most likely a concussion. Maybe he was just seeing double, or it might be the aftereffect of that damn vampire controlling his mind. Lester didn't pursue the matter any further.

Instead, he left the villa directly.

Gwen patted her chest.

He poked his head out from the corner again.

After seeing that there were not many people around, he tiptoed towards the garage.

"How did you get yourself so miserable?" Mrs. Stacy looked at the flesh and blood on the wound and said, "Were you hit by a tank?

Why is there minced meat everywhere?

Also, what are these shrapnels?

Were you hit by a shell at close range?" Mrs. Stacy's tone was full of complaints, and she kept gasping for air as she spoke.

At the same time, he reached out and took out tweezers and alcohol.

After simple disinfection.

Holding a magnifying glass, he picked out all the metal fragments that were embedded deep in the flesh.

Mrs. Stacy had just woken up.

The movements of his hands were also extremely steady.

The tweezers accurately grasped the metal fragments wherever the eyes could see.

She looked at the wound on Fisk's face again and sighed deeply. The marks on the edge of the wound showed that it was not caused by a gunshot, but something exploded at a close distance next to Fisk's cheek, which caused the entire wound to be torn.

Fortunately, no artery was injured.

Otherwise, Fisk would have turned into a mummy by now, with all the blood drained out.

"Is there any water? Give me some water."

"Do you want to die?" Mrs. Stacy's eyes were filled with tears. She said in a sharp voice, "You can't drink water when you are bleeding heavily. The more you drink, the more you will bleed. Stay still. After I sew you up, I will give you an injection of glucose."

Fisk looked up at Mrs. Stacy.

He smiled, but at this moment he was disfigured, so he looked extremely hideous and hateful, like a monster.

However, Mrs. Stacy didn't care at all. She said after a moment of silence: "You still have the nerve to laugh... In the future, please don't go and fight, okay?

Now all the shares of the hospital are in my hands.

Without the restraint of those old antiques, the efficiency has successfully returned to the right track... If nothing unexpected happens, the hospital will have enough cash in its account starting from the next quarter. We can live very comfortably with the hospital, and we don't have to worry about running out of money anymore! "Mrs. Stacy's tone was filled with a kind of pleading... She didn't want to see Fisk get hurt again.

So I wanted to persuade him to give up the underworld life.

Fisk looked up at Mrs. Stacy, reached out and grabbed her hand, "It will be over soon. This may be the last time I get hurt so badly. This time it was an accident. If it wasn't for the accident, I should be sleeping at home now!

When this is over, I will leave the underworld and do normal white business.

I have registered a lot of business licenses and am also planning to buy the entire Hell's Kitchen and rebuild it.

I grew up there, and I want to make it the new downtown for New York...When the time comes, I will open a bigger hospital, one of the top hospitals in New York.

Mrs. Stacy, I invite you to run that hospital for me.

Do you want to? "

It was only at this time that Fisk noticed.

Mrs. Stacy was actually still in her pajamas.

From Fisk's perspective, it was a backless nightgown with a large empty space on the back. A large area of snow-white skin was exposed, and through the gap in the green lace, a large empty space could be seen at the back. However, most of the empty space was blocked by the long golden hair, so it was not very clear.

Although Mrs. Stacy's waist was not as exaggerated as Monica's, it was actually not bad. Her white skin appeared and disappeared in her pajamas, spreading downwards, drawing a graceful arc.

Although it is not as exaggerated as a real snake waist, its thinness is something that most people cannot possess, and it is purely natural without any processing.

Perhaps it was because at this moment, Mrs. Stacy had to bend over to suture the wound, the arc behind her was a natural upward arc.

The lace panties can be seen through the gap, but the panties seem to be a little small and bulging, which is particularly weird.

Fisk swallowed softly.

What's the difference between wearing pajamas and not wearing them?

Especially the hazy contrast between the snow-white and smooth skin and the black mesh nightgown, gave Fisk an extremely strong visual impact.

As if he noticed Fisk was staring at him.

Mrs. Stacy chuckled and sat on the operating table.

The fact that Fisk was able to peek at himself at this moment meant that his condition was not as serious as he thought... This was good news.

The thighs hidden under the black nightgown slowly lifted up and pressed against Fisk's body, and the body changed from standing to half leaning on Fisk, like a winding white snake, the peaks of which were hidden in the black mist, but it was difficult to conceal the charm that could not be ignored.

Mrs. Stacy merely moved slightly.

Fisk felt as if his soul had been completely taken away.

"Okay!" Mrs. Stacy took the surgical thread and began to sew up the wound on her face. After making sure that no blood would flow out of the wound, she completely relaxed a little, squinting her eyes lightly, and her long eyelashes kept pricking. Although she was now suturing the wound very seriously, an irresistible charm was overwhelming, especially at this moment Mrs. Stacy's enchanting and sexy movements, and the light pajamas she was wearing, which made her beauty grow exponentially, which was simply irresistible: "Then will you give me shares?

Do you expect me to work for you for free?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Stacy straightened up again, her pajamas slid down, revealing her sexy collarbone. She yawned lazily, leaned gently on Fisk again, and used an alcohol cotton ball to help him clean the wounds on his body.

Mrs. Stacy didn't notice at all how attractive she was to Fisk at this moment. Although it was not the first time they met, this was Mrs. Stacy's home. Fisk actually felt a different feeling here that he had never felt before.

There is some worry about being discovered.

But I also particularly enjoy the feeling of being discovered.

Is this... what Huangmao feels like?

"Of course I'll give you shares. In fact, I originally wanted to give the hospital to you, but considering that you might not want it, I changed the way and wanted to ask you to manage it." As Fisk spoke, he put his arm around Mrs. Stacy's waist and began to take advantage of her.

Mrs. Stacy narrowed her slender eyes, as if her eyes could speak, and her thin lips curved upwards, looking particularly charming: “Well, who said I don’t want it? If you give it to me, can I refuse it?

I see you just don’t want to give it to me!

Just say some nice words to make me happy."

Fisk immediately straightened his back, pointed four fingers to the sky, and subconsciously began to swear: "I swear to God, how could I possibly think like this!"

Mrs. Stacy looked at Fisk's funny expression and suddenly burst into laughter.

But her hands moved incredibly steadily, and she easily sutured the skin wound on the side of her neck. The smile on her lips and the seriousness in her eyes blended together.

Mrs. Stacy didn’t notice how beautiful she was at the moment, but smiled and said, “I believe you, what are you doing?

Are you ready to make yourself a lightning rod?

If that's the case, the lightning rod on the roof of my house is broken.

I don’t know who broke it, and I haven’t had time to fix it.”

Gwen wanted to open the garage door but was afraid of being discovered.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally opened a very tiny gap.

But as soon as I opened the door, I heard my mother's words.

He immediately stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

It was she who broke the lightning rod.

At that time, she had not yet fully controlled her powers.

Because Mrs. Stacy had installed a simple operating room in the garage.

Therefore, the two did not notice that the garage door was open.

And with the garage door opened.

Gwen heard more, too.

She was like a little mouse, staying at the door and shaking her ears constantly.

“The wound on your face will probably leave permanent scars… Even if it heals, it will leave ugly scars in the future.

But I know some beauticians who can help you with skin grafts and then take care of it bit by bit... If you want, you only need to wear a hat when you are in the sun and it should look exactly the same as before."

Mrs. Stacy gently cut the surgical stitches and sutured the wound completely. Finally, she began to deal with the wounds on Fisk's body. In order to suture the wounds better, Mrs. Stacy simply sat in Fisk's arms.

Both feet were raised high.

Of course Fisk couldn't miss such a good opportunity.

He reached out to support Mrs. Stacy, grasped her ankles, and hugged her gently.

The skin is as smooth as milk and feels cool to the touch.

Compared to Monica who was completely cold.

Mrs. Stacy's temperature was neither high nor low, neither cold nor hot.

Just right, without any flaws.

It's hard to put it down.

It seemed as if letting go at this moment would be like robbing nature's gift.

Fisk's hand slid down along the calf and grasped the sole of the foot.

An electric shock-like feeling suddenly flashed across the skin as the fingers moved.

Mrs. Stacy's originally reserved cheeks became increasingly hot, like a delicious strawberry cake, making people want to take a big bite.