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

It's the kind of restaurant where you can take an airship up into the sky and overlook the entire city.

This kind of airship restaurant can be traced back to the eve of World War II, when the idle rich invented this kind of restaurant. At the beginning, the airship was only used to enjoy the beautiful scenery of New York, but people often got too lazy to go up a second time after going up once.

After all, seeing the same thing too much can make you sick.

Besides, there's really not much to see in New York.

The airship company gradually became unable to make ends meet.

Until someone smartly combined the airship with a restaurant, hung a campaign banner on the airship, and painted a supporter's spray paint on it, turning it into a restaurant and advertisement.

The airship company finally managed to revitalize itself.

When Fisk learned that Mrs. Stacy actually chose such a restaurant, he still felt very novel!

To be honest, he had barely even taken a plane many times, let alone an airship.

After walking a few blocks, I finally got a taxi.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or God’s gift.

As soon as Fisk arrived at the spot where the airship was parked, the sky began to clear.

However, it seems that the wind has started to pick up again.

Or maybe it's because there are no tall buildings around, which causes the wind here to be so strong.

"Coming!"

"Am I late?"

"Of course not, I was only fifteen minutes early!"

Mrs. Stacy not only put on makeup today, but also wore a dark black coat with a white undershirt. The hem of the coat reached her ankles, and her slender calves were covered with black stockings. When she walked gently, her well-proportioned and round thighs could be vaguely seen above her knees.

She was wearing a pair of high-heeled boots, and the tight-fitting boots highlighted the graceful straightness of her long legs. Especially the high-heeled boots made her look taller, and she stood there like a wild lily in bud.

“The dress fits perfectly!”

"The coat is beautiful too!" Mrs. Stacy didn't know what she was thinking. She bent down slightly, as if she wanted to adjust her boots, but it was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional.

The buttons of his coat suddenly came undone.

A black short skirt covered by the coat was revealed. The hem of the skirt was embroidered with hollow lace, which was simple but beautiful. Under the wide skirt that reached the knees, the black stockings were fully revealed. The delicate and smooth texture seemed to have a soft luster.

I heard footsteps behind me. They must be other passengers who bought tickets to the airship restaurant this time.

Fisk took a quick step forward.

Standing in front of Mrs. Stacy.

Only then did he realize that there were stains on Mrs. Stacy's high-heeled boots. She was bending over to wipe them. As if she sensed Fisk, she immediately smiled and asked, "Well, can you help me?"

of course!

Mrs. Stacy stretched out her hand, and Fisk grabbed it without any hesitation.

His fingers grasped the other's warm palm, feeling the smoothness and whiteness of the other's slender fingers like jade onions, and he felt indescribable enjoyment in his heart.

Mrs. Stacy lowered her head so her expression could not be seen clearly. She bent forward, revealing her fair neck and delicate collarbone. The white shirt was too heavy, leaving a deep V-shaped cleavage.

"Gudong!"

Fisk couldn't help but swallowed deeply.

Mrs. Stacy finally succeeded in wiping the stains off her shoes. She seemed to realize belatedly that the buttons of her coat were undone. She smiled awkwardly and reached out to button them up.

The two boarded the airship.

The airship has undergone many years of iterations and updates.

The upper floors have been divided into relatively private small rooms.

Mrs. Stacy seemed to be very familiar with the place. She walked past the waiter and entered Room 9 with ease.

Because it is on an airship, the room is not too large.

It's only about six or seven square meters.

"This is the farthest place from the front and rear engines. When the airship is rising, the steering engine will make a deafening noise, and the sound here is the lowest!"

Since we just entered the private room, the door was not closed.

Fisk turned around and was about to close the door.

But I saw a bald man in a gray suit and another in a yellow suit, walking in the narrow passage of the airship one after the other. In between them was a tall woman with golden hair, glasses, and an exquisite European dress with light colors and exquisite details. The noble and elegant skirt flowed like the Milky Way pouring down. The thin waist skirt outlined her perfect body curves, and the jewelry and handbags she wore were even more exquisite and elegant, showing her aristocratic temperament.

The whole person looks like a noble lady walking out of time, charming and luxurious.

I saw Fisk, who was tall and looked like a giant, wearing a white suit.

The two bald guys were obviously stunned, and their faces showed an expression of being ready for battle.

But the woman between them just smiled slightly and then walked into the room opposite.

However, the two bald men did not go in, but just stood guard at the door of the room, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods.

Fisk smiled at them and closed the door.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Stacy yawned softly, her eyes as gentle as water.

"Nothing! Um, are you very sleepy? Did you perform surgery all night again yesterday?"

The door was pushed open, and the waiter came in with two cups of coffee in his hands: "Sir and Madam, the set meal you ordered is being prepared!

We will serve you dinner after the airship takes off. Do you have any dietary restrictions?

Today's main course is seared sea bass and beef Wellington."

Mrs. Stacy raised her coffee cup, nibbled on the rim, and said vaguely, "I don't eat fish, thank you. Also, the steak should be rare!"

"I'm fine with anything!" Fisk shrugged indifferently.

The waiter nodded politely and turned away.

When the door was closing, Fisk saw several more people boarding the airship. One of them walked into the room opposite. The man's back looked familiar, but Fisk couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"Mrs. Stacy, are you familiar with this place?"

"Yes, George proposed to me here. We have come here every year since then, but I haven't been here since he became a criminal police officer." Mrs. Stacy gently licked the coffee latte art in the cup. Her slender tongue slowly fell into the latte art and licked the exquisite cream flowers clean.

Her tone was very calm, as if she was talking to a stranger.

"It's normal for Director George to be busy!" Fisk also took a sip of the coffee. It didn't taste bitter at all. Instead, it was frighteningly sweet, just like drinking a mouthful of sugar.

"Busy, everyone is busy, who isn't? It's just that he doesn't want to." Mrs. Stacy obviously didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, "Did you choose this dress yourself?

It looks pretty nice.”

“I don’t think white suits me very well.”

"I think it's quite comfortable to watch...it also makes you look gentler."

Fisk grinned, "Mrs. Stacy, you are the first person to call me gentle. I hope you won't be the last."

"Of course I won't be the last... If only I could have met you earlier."

“Mrs. Stacy, you must not think like that.

It was only after this near-death experience that I realized that life doesn’t necessarily have to be all about fighting and killing.

Being more rational can help you live a better life.

Moreover, there are many beautiful things in life that deserve our attention.”

As soon as Fisk finished speaking, the airship under his feet suddenly vibrated.

Then came a feeling of weightlessness.

The cockpit began to slowly extend upwards.

The slight shaking feeling is not very strong.

The bottles and jars on the table and the vases and petals on the windowsill showed no sign of moving.

In the distant sky, the dark clouds have dissipated.

The setting sun was revealed.

The orange-yellow light shone on Fisk and also on the sky above the city of New York.

It's like the whole city is covered with a golden coat.

"Is the sunset coming out?" Mrs. Stacy saw the light shining on Fisk and immediately came over and sat next to Fisk, looking at the city that was getting smaller and smaller, and looking down.

A faint fragrance rushes into the nostrils.

Feeling the softness beside him, Fisk put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms, with golden sunlight shining on both of them.

Mrs. Stacy didn't know whether she felt that they were not close enough, or that she couldn't see the whole scenery outside, so she lifted up her long legs in black stockings and placed them on Fisk's thighs, and even pulled Fisk's hand and placed it on her own thigh.

"I don't know if it's because I've been standing for too long, but my legs are still a little sore. How about you give me a massage?"

"Okay!" Fisk stretched out his hand impatiently, "You all have money now, why are you still working so hard?"

"I don't know where those doctors got the news from, but they've all been asking for a pay raise. Otherwise, they won't even perform surgery. There's nothing I can do. I can delay, but I can't delay the patients!" Mrs. Stacy's tone had a hint of complaint, but in comparison, it wasn't that dull. It was obvious that she didn't take this matter seriously.

There is nothing that is scarce in the entire United States, except for the number of medical students.

Everyone knows that doctors make money, so there are so many medical students in the United States.

The big hand kept passing by, and the feeling of the black silk continued to burn deep in the palm of the hand. Faintly, I could still feel some traces of rain. It seemed that she was drenched by the heavy rain when she was waiting for him outside.

Although, this is not the first time Fisk has done what he is doing.

But feeling the warmth of the skin underneath through the stockings, he still enjoyed the silky touch of the stockings rubbing against his palms, especially when he was openly helping Mrs. Stacy heal the bruises on her legs in front of her.

Mrs. Stacy had an embarrassed look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked drunk even though the wine hadn't come yet. "What are you doing? This doesn't seem like something a doctor should do."

"I'm not a doctor. I'm just a barefoot doctor who changed his profession."

As Fisk spoke, his palm moved up from the calf, rubbing the thin stockings all the way, and went deep into the black coat. He felt the warm air rushing out, and placed his palm on the inside of the leg and grabbed it without hesitation, and the skin showed through the stockings.

An indescribable feeling ripples in my heart.

"You are not a barefoot doctor, you are a bastard." Mrs. Stacy twisted her body slowly, "You are also a death row inmate who committed robbery and murder... No, you are already dead."

Fisk stopped what he was doing, held her long legs, turned his head and looked at her, "You are the one who caused all this. If you were to investigate further, I would have died in your hands."