Wendy looked at her for a while and turned her head away.

"Have you ever been to the amusement park?" Wen used his understanding of Wendy to make random guesses, "Pretending to be a quiet lady, and not like amusement parks, they always say, 'It's okay, I don't like amusement parks'..."

Wendy's expression became more and more terrifying, and Wen's voice became less and less.

But she still whispered: "It turns out that you are so irritable to me alone. I thought you were the only one in your own home. You must have whatever you want."

Wendy's face changed again and again, and then she whispered: "...I am different from you, I have always made things difficult for myself."

"I feel this." Wen smiled, "I never make things difficult for myself!"

She said again: "Then let's go to the playground. What kind of projects do you want to play?"

"Corpses, super pendulums, roller coasters, building jumpers, bungee jumpers," Wendy said excitedly for a long list, "I want to play! The more exciting it is, the better!"

"You like these types, too." Wen thought for a while and raised his voice, "Then we won't go to the playground."

"Which-" Wendy looked shocked.

Natasha also heard Wen's words, and she said, "Don't go?"

"Well, I won't go to the playground anymore." Wen said with a smile, "I'm going to go skydiving!"

Wendy opened her mouth in a complicated expression, but looking at Wen Wuwu's worry-free smiling face, she fell silent again.

"Okay." She said, "Let's go skydiving."

This dangerous project is generally divided into three types. For inexperienced skydivers, the best way is to follow-up skydivers without having to participate in training. The skydivers are essentially a backpack fixed to the coach. The coach will handle the entire process. The skydivers only need to enjoy the thrill of jumping out of the sky and landing on the ground.

Generally, they need to make an appointment in advance, but Natasha said she can be a coach to control the parachuting process, so now they only need to get a plane and parachuting bag, plus a suitable route.

"Do I need to make arrangements?" Natasha asked. "It will be a little trouble if I arrange them. It will be more difficult to keep your identity confidential."

Wen: "..." What identity does she have to keep confidential?

Intuition tells her that this issue cannot be investigated in depth.

"I'll make arrangements," said Wen, "a phone call."

She flipped to the end of the address book, briefly explained the request and sent a text message, and a minute later she received a reply.

"You are so rude. Arrange it now."

The person who replied to the text message was... Tony Stark? Send the wrong one? How is it possible! She clearly saw the text message she sent only after seeing the subject!

"That number only allows calls and no messages." Wendy held her chest, "so I interfered a little."

...You are too ignoring other people's free choice. How many times have you done this?

Wendy said casually: "Do you care?"

Oh shit.

Forget it, you can do whatever you want.

But why does Tony's number appear in the address book... OK I know, you entered it, right? Wendy.

Wendy covered the smile on the corner of her lips with a lace fan: "If you have any trouble, you can find Tony to solve it. Believe me, he is very happy to help you."

What bad things did you do without me?!

Although I don’t mind most of the time it’s true, you have to give me a clear idea!

"It's not a big deal, my dear." Wendy raised her eyebrows gently. Her expression was so charming when she did this action. This word cannot be described thoroughly. It is simply a collection of beautiful novels. "I am very much looking forward to meeting you in the end."

...I don't understand what you are talking about.

Wen put down his phone and coughed in Natasha's sight: "I've sent a text message to Tony."

Natasha said: "You really know who will gloat the most about this kind of thing."

Mr. Wen had a premonition that things were getting worse and worse. At this moment, she remembered a lot. The strange attitudes of these superheroes towards her suddenly emerged. She said, how could the superheroes be really a group of silly and sweet!

Do you want to ask what's going on? But it seems that they all think she is also an insider... Damn, only Wendy is an insider!

You have to tell me what's going on Wendy!

"Relax." Wendy said, "You won't die."

This kind of guarantee will only make people feel more and more panicked!

Wen followed Natasha downstairs in her heart, got into the car in a nervous mood, and boarded the helicopter in her heart. The helicopter soared into the sky and flew to the plains in the distance. Wen slowly calmed down and was attracted by the parachute.

"Pink parachute...what is Tony thinking?" She looked at her umbrella bag with laughter and cry.

Natasha had already been put on her and signaled Wen to raise her arm. Wen raised her hand. Natasha quickly put a coat on her, and the thing automatically fitted to the surface of her body.

"Okay." said Natasha, "Do you want to try skydiving yourself?"

"Is that OK?" Wen was extremely surprised.

"Of course this is not legal." Natasha chuckled, "but doing things that violate the law occasionally is good for physical and mental health."

"Is that safe? I never skipped an umbrella."

"The umbrella bag is fully automatic. Tony will not mess around with such things. The safety is absolutely guaranteed." Natasha said, "I will dance with you and take care of you if you have anything."

How do you take care of me during the skydiving process... Forget it, you are a superhero, you can do it if you say you can.

Wen took a deep breath nervously, then nodded affirmatively: "I'll dance myself."

The helicopter was still climbing upwards and finally hovered in mid-air. Natasha explained: "After jumping out of the hatch door, spreading her limbs, adjusting her posture to parallel to the ground, counting ten, pulling her umbrella bag--"

"What if I pull it too early or late?" Wen was frightened.

"The parachute will be automatically corrected." Natasha smiled. "I'm just telling you the right process, and you're actually fine if you don't do anything."

temperature:"……"

She forgot that this is a surreal world.

You people, living in such a surreal world, don’t occasionally doubt why their world is so surreal. Is there something wrong with it?

Just like in an unrealistic world, sometimes people will wonder, “Are I living in a virtual world, and there are bugs everywhere in this world”…

oh--

I see.

Wen understands.

"Are you ready?" Natasha asked, the hatch door was already open, and she had to shout, "Whenever you are ready, you will be..."

Wen stood up in front of the hatch door, closed his eyes and spread his arms, and the ponytails on both sides of his cheeks were whispering behind his head.

Before Natasha could finish her words, she opened her eyes and took a sudden step outside.

“Ahhhh——”

Wen screamed in the sky.

Qianfeng was slapping her in the face, and it was a fan method that was exposed to every inch of her skin without a difference. If she hadn't been wearing windproof glasses, she wouldn't even open her eyes now.

The feeling of weightlessness brings a motion sickness-like vomiting.

The heartbeat accelerated sharply, and the back of the concussion was painful, as if a shrill sharp sound pierced the eardrum.

Breathing becomes more and more difficult, and the thin air makes warm brain blank, but all this physiological discomfort is covered by the joy that is overwhelming.

Blood flowed through her blood vessels, her skin became hot, and the huge pressure almost squeezed the warm internal organs out of her body, but the feeling of falling rapidly was so beautiful.

Wen stretched his body in the sky and made a series of crying laughter.

"Wendy!" she choked, "Why are you so scared!"

A soft white lace fabric brushed across her cheeks.

The touch is so clear that everything is happening.

But Wen saw Wendy, wearing that luxurious birthday dress, the huge skirt spread out like wings in the air. Like herself, Wendy was also falling.

She closed her eyes tightly and held her hands in front of her chest. She looked at her posture as if she was about to bear the impact of the ground with her back. Wendy's body was almost parallel to her. Wen clearly saw Wendy's face as pale as paper in fear. She was trembling violently, but she still hugged the thing in her arms.

Wendy's arms were shining, the dazzling diamonds were shining, she seemed to be holding the birthday crown.

...Wen looked at Wendy in surprise.

Wendy opened her eyes suddenly and looked straight at her.

laugh--

The parachute automatically opened, and a powerful pull made Wen hover in the air for a moment, and at this moment, Wendy's body intersected with her.

For a moment, their distance was so close.

Wen clearly saw tears in Wendy's eyes.

temperature:"……"

She muttered, "I've never cried." I thought to say at that time, who was hungry, thirsty, sleepy, and pulled, and still didn't cry. You are not called strong, you are called pretending to be strong..."

Still pretending not to be like it.

Wen sighed in depression, pulled the parachute on his shoulder, and tried to pull it hard, but it could not be broken as expected.
To be continued...