Chapter 81：Aunt May's Uncomplicated Question

You are now in a period of danger.

Aunt May put down the church flyer in her hand and said to Peter with a serious expression.

"I ..... I don't understand, Aunt May.

Peter pretended to know nothing.

Next to him, Uncle Ben was pretending to pick up the newspaper and cover his face.

Obviously, he has no say in such a topic.

Aunt May looked at Peter airily, "George called me last night and told me that you and Gwen were dating.

"Honestly Peter, I don't have a problem with it, in fact I kind of like that Gwen kid.

Aunt May said to Peter squarely, "It's just that you guys better not do anything stupid.

"Ahem . ...."

Uncle Ben coughed and said somewhat awkwardly to the two of them: "The lawn outside hasn't been cleaned up yet, so I'll go out and clean it up first.

After Uncle Ben left, Aunt May clasped her hands in front of her chest and said to Peter: "At least you guys have to protect yourselves."

Peter put down the banana bread in his hand, looked up and said, "Actually, we didn't do anything out of the ordinary Aunt May."

"Do you understand that kind of thing?""

"What?"

Peter looked up at Aunt May in surprise.

He thought Aunt May was going to reprimand him, but he didn't expect the other man to be so blunt.

"I said, do you understand that kind of thing? "

Aunt May clasped her hands together with a very strong womanly air.

Peter was baffled, then changed the subject, "Maybe we can talk about something else, Aunt May."

"Do you understand?"

Aunt May didn't seem to see Peter's evasion and asked again.

Peter hadn't expected Aunt May to become so forceful today.

and unapologetically say it in front of himself.

"Aunt May, the internet and cable TV were popularized when I was born."

Peter said helplessly to Aunt May, "Yes, I understand."

"Understand what?

"Uncle Ben told me."

Peter had no choice but to lift Uncle Ben out of the picture.

"Ben told you?"

"Yes.

Aunt May dropped her clasped arms, and when Peter thought she was going to drop the subject, he didn't expect her to ask again, "What did Ben tell you?"

"Aunt May, forget it, I admit defeat."

Although Peter was not much of an old driver in his previous life, he was not considered an innocent white man, and at this time he was forced to ask Auntie Mei a very difficult question.

It was estimated that Auntie Mei's natural pressure was extraordinarily effective on this body of his.

Seeing the expression on Peter's face at this moment, the corner of Auntie Mei's mouth revealed a hint of a smile.

She said to Peter, "Okay, but there is a taboo, no doing bad things in the house."

"I won't, Aunt May."

"Are you sure? There won't be any accidents."

"I don't think so."

"Gwen's a good girl, I like her, I can Aunt May nodded and came over and gently patted Peter's hand not the old curmudgeon you think she is, and ..."

She paused and her face softened a bit, "It was in high school that your father and mother met

s."

After dealing with Auntie Mei, Peter was about to ask Uncle Ben to help him get some time off when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and found that it was a message from Gwen to himself.

"Peter, good morning, did my dad say anything to you?"

Hesitating for a moment, Peter replied back to her, "No."

He didn't blurt out the fact that George had tattled to Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

"That's good, actually .... I have a question I want to ask you.

"What question?"

Gwen's text waited a few minutes before sending, "You .... don't think I'm a random girl, do you? Peter."

In her room, Gwen held her cell phone and frowned at the screen.

After waking up in the morning, she was born with chagrin.

"What stupid thing did I do yesterday?"

She felt a pang of shame at the thought of her run-around at the pool and the argument with her father.

This was not how one's self was on a regular basis.

Well, while the feelings for Peter were not false, something about a kiss like that shouldn't be initiated by oneself.

Was she really poisoned by something like Peter said?

She pondered and looked down towards her cell phone.

Peter texted back to her, "No."

"With a thump, Gwen fell back onto the bed, her blonde hair falling out.

She raised the phone above her eyes and typed, "Thank you for the reassurance, maybe I really am poisoned by something, the thing I fear most is that something out of my control will happen over and over again."

"No Gwen, that's just a coincidence."

Gwen adjusted the height of her cell phone and continued to send a message: "Didn't someone say? Once something has happened once, it's bound to happen again in a similar incident."

She edited the text: "It's like how the government will send a team of meteor watchers to Corlette National Park just because a giant asteroid landed there two million years ago."

Gwen put her phone down and reflected on the taste of yesterday's kiss.

Feeling the sun on her hair, she muttered under her breath, "It wasn't all bad, though."

She wanted to tell Peter that she had a dream, but in the end, she didn't.

She dreamed that she was at Disney World, driving a white caravan with a red cross on it, with Peter sitting beside her.

Pretty belonged to herself and Peter's daughter, at least six years old, who was on the fender of the caravan, staring at her with green eyes.

On the street outside the train station, Mickey Mouse is surrounded by children, and he is holding their small, trusting hands in those big white cartoon gloved hands.

Everything looked unbelievably happy.

She rubbed her brow and looked toward the picture frame on the nightstand.

"Well, this is the scenario I dreamed of with my parents growing up, and I never thought it would come true in the next generation."

Gwen gathered herself together and left the room, heading towards the school.

The streets had rained overnight, revealing an earthy smell.

Gwen unconsciously wrapped up her sweatshirt and put on her hood.

Near a corner on the street corner, a bald man in a black car wearing a black suit saw Gwen's figure and took out his cell phone to report, "Boss, the target has been found."

"Good, execute the plan, do a good job."

"Understood!"

After putting down his cell phone, the bald head started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove in the direction where Gwen was.

"Boom!"

The roaring car, like a wild horse, rushed towards Gwen, and Baldy held the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the gas to the end, and in an instant, he rushed to Gwen's back.

Gwen in the roaring car close to their own moment, the body's senses are enlarged.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped her body at once.

Without any hesitation, Gwen jumped up and flipped her body in the air to avoid the speeding car.

The car at maximum speed was dodged by her backflip, and she landed heavily on the ground with a "bang".

The ground was splashed with countless water droplets by her.

Gwen looked at the stopped car and frowned slightly.

But the driver of the automobile she assumed was driving, did not mean it.

Clapping her hands together, she walked toward the stopped car.