Chapter 87: Family Gathering (Ask for Collection, Ask for Recommendation Votes)
Jingle bell, the doorbell rings, Anna takes off the protective eyepiece and pulls up the surveillance camera, it is Maya, followed by Garcia and Jeffrey.
Anna remembered that today was a family gathering.
Maya said that moving to a new home and looking for an opportunity to get together with relatives and friends is actually to show off the castle.
Turning off the lights in the basement, the little short legs climbed the elevator to welcome the door, and the first thing he saw was Jeffrey.
"Let's go."
The big guy was holding a half-height oil painting, which was so tall that it blocked Jeffrey's square face, bumped into it, and stabbed the door beam as he entered.
When the painting is lowered, Maya and Garcia tear off the oil paper wrapped around the painting, revealing a full-length portrait of a woman.
The woman was lying on a bed made of velvet.
The complexion is fair, and it looks like velvet.
Leaning on the back of the bed, he looks half-lying and does not lie down, looking charming.
"Hang over there, Jeffrey."
Anna, of course, recognized the woman in the painting, her maternal grandmother.
At the age of sixty, I guess I am swaying in which country in Western Europe now.
The most important thing is that she is a giz.
When Jeffrey hung up the oil painting and put it at the right angle, Maya saw Anna who was so upturned that her neck was about to fall off, there was no way, it was too tall for Anna.
Anna knew that Maya had a very bad relationship with her mother.
"I'm sorry, but our older generation of Hansen can handle it."
Maya shrugged, she was helpless, Maya's father was an alcoholic, and after going to college, Maya relied on her own scholarship and work-study, and she never contacted him again after she came out.
Grandpa Anna, everyone knows who it is, and Maya doesn't want to put a golden hot face on her face and lick her cold ass.
Her maternal grandmother, Diana Hansen, is the name of the woman in the painting, a feminist defender.
In the '70s, when women were not free, Diana Hansen kicked off her drunkard husband, smashed down doors, and traveled the world as a wandering artist.
It is said that life has been enjoyable.
Diana also called Anna half a month ago, next to a female boss, listening to the sound of the waves, it should be the island of Mauritius.
To tell the truth, Diana Hansen was a beautiful woman when she was young, attending a banquet, getting out of the car, and the man who came up to help her had to line up in a company.
In the oil painting, Diana is at her most beautiful, which can be described as stunning.
Maya actually hates her mother.
She thinks that this guy is extremely hypocritical, claiming to be a feminist defender, but in fact, because feminist defenders can be irresponsible and open.
Listen, how nice.
They think I'm a baby-making machine, but they don't know that my heart longs for freedom.
The child is the bondage, the stone tied to my wings.
I want to fly.
Maya hasn't seen Diana since she was seven years old.
To be beautiful is to be capricious.
Look, no matter how unhappy Maya is, she has to admit that the only person in the family who can be the façade is Diana.
Now that she has moved to the castle, such a large castle feels empty, Maya feels that she has to hang a few family portraits, and she finds her impression of her mother, Diana when she is the most beautiful.
After more than 30 years of hatred, she finally had to hang Diana out, otherwise, she would have to hang herself.
Holding her chest, standing on the other side of the banquet hall, looking left and right, Maya felt quite long, she remembered the appearance of her mother.
Let the little short legs stand under the oil painting, Anna is too short, so let Garcia take a stool for the little short legs, pick up the phone to adjust the view, take a picture and post it on Facebook.
Title: My family's big beauty and little beauty.
It's not easy for Maya to get to where she is now, her father is an alcoholic, and her mother is irresponsible and wanders the world.
It's all self-made and outstanding.
In fact, at MIT, whether she is studying or doing scientific research, she is the most desperate person.
Step by step, he was a teaching assistant when he was in school, and he stayed in school directly after graduation to become an assistant professor, and later because he proposed the concept of desperate virus engineering, he was directly promoted to professor by associate professor, from ordinary students to white-collar workers, and then from white-collar workers to elites.
When 2-year-old Anna had a severe cold and fever, it was raining heavily and Maya ran back to the laboratory.
Maya feels that the world is reserved for those who work hard.
looked at Anna who was holding the bottle, and her eyes stopped on the metal spider behind Tang Yuanjing: "The new pet you made?" ”
Garcia and Jeffrey only noticed Anna's new favorite, a metal spider the size of a basin, crawling up and down the hallway, moving swiftly and looking more energetic than a husky.
Little Short Legs nodded, she burned out the metal spider chip with gamma rays, re-made a chip and installed it, it was more complicated, and finally it was completed.
So she finally has a personal pet, a spider that can put particle beams and can dismantle robots.
Maya nodded, her daughter's strange pet was gone, and she had seen Anna carrying a turkey as a pet.
It's the one that was thrown into the nitrogen tank.
"Grind your pet's paws off, and you see how many holes have been pierced all the way down."
Maya said, not noticing the high technology of the metal spider.
She's not mechanical.
Now she has indulged in her wonderful fantasies - the leap from elite to aristocracy.
Before anyone arrived, Maya and Garcia set the table, and Jeffrey went to help.
The three of them were very busy.
The doorbell rings, and Maya asks Little Shortleg to go out to greet him.
The door opened, and Anna saw 999 roses behind the iron fence gate, a large bouquet.
The little short legs have no feeling for flowers, and for her, roses are similar to dog's tail grass, and they are not attractive.
It's just that when I see the person behind the rose, the little short legs feel nauseous and vomiting.
Aldrich Killian, the low-profile version of Quasimodo, this guy from Notre Dame.
At this moment, his head sticked out from behind the rose, and he was looking at himself with a smile: "Surprise, our little princess." ”
The surprise is not there, the shock is real.
This guy who suddenly appeared really scared the little short legs.
Tasteless.
He has long hair, a dragon tattoo on his neck, a big back comb, and a big back that is fixed with a styling spray, and he is also a doctor who graduated from MIT, and he looks like a gangster when he walks out of society, and he looks like a good person.
It's really worrying.
Anna feels that only people with low self-esteem will deliberately dress up their appearance and dress up as the person they want to be.
Outward toughness only hides inner weakness.
Just like Anna's short-handed, short-footed little chubby face, she looks like a cutie squatting at home, natural and pollution-free.
But everyone knows how strong the heart of the glutinous rice ball is.
Anna regretted that she had known that Norman Osborne had slipped away from the castle's backyard.
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