People set up shop in Marvel, and it just became Doomsday

But no matter what, life still has to go on.

Moan, who has been tortured by the system many times, now has an extremely peaceful state of mind. Even if Peter Parker comes out of his store now, he feels normal.

But how is that possible? Peter Parker in the MCU setting is still a child.

"Sir, please..." A young voice sounded from behind him.

"No, I don't want to answer you at all now." Not daring to look back at all, Mo An walked into the store with a cold face.

Slowly closing the door of the coffee shop, Mo An slapped himself hard.

What a crow's mouth!

How come I didn't know Doomsday had this ability before? It's really scary.

[Actually, is there a possibility...]

"No, no, I don't admit it."

Mo An returned his attention to the store. Although the outside was tidied up by Tongzi, the inside was still in a rough state, and he could design and decorate it by himself.

"Yes, Tongzi is still humane."

Mo An nodded in praise.

If you were to directly give yourself a well-decorated store, I'm afraid you wouldn't have a sense of belonging to this store for a long time.

[Thank you for the compliment. ]

After looking at the store, we now need to find a place to live.

Looking at the towering Stark Tower opposite, Mo An suddenly felt a bad taste in his heart.

How would he feel if he jumped from here to the top floor, broke the glass and came to Stark and said that you will be kidnapped by terrorists in less than a year?

I slapped my face hard and suppressed this dangerous thought in my heart. Didn't I promise to live a peaceful life? How could I just think about making trouble every day?

In the next month, Mo An found a decoration worker with a good reputation through newspapers and the Internet, handed them the drawings he designed, and told them to complete the work within a month. Money was not an issue.

We worked hard and slowly, and finally completed it before July 7th.

This is a very exquisite store. It is set up on the corner of a major intersection in downtown Manhattan, where land is at a premium. The Gothic architectural style allows it to perfectly blend into the surrounding buildings and catch the eye. A short logo is set up above the store. The awning looks like a delicate beauty who can't stand the scorching sun.

Under the awning is the name of the store: Mo’s Cafe. The beautiful Rembank body adds a bit of chicness to the store.

There are narrow and long European-style windows on both sides of the door, so there is no need to worry about lighting.

Push open the wooden double doors with exquisite patterns and go in. You will be greeted by a large solid wood bar, and the floor under your feet is also solid wood.

The bright yellow light shines down, making people relax unconsciously and feel a little more lazy.

On the counter, a brand new coffee machine exudes a silvery white glow under the light. It may be the only cool-colored thing here.

Behind the counter are cups of various sizes and styles. Of course, these are not Mo An’s collection. They were taken from the system to fill the scene. As for whether they are very precious, even the system said that they had been stored for too long and had been forgotten.

To the right of the counter, some small tables covered with dark green tablecloths and soft sofas of different sizes are slightly scattered, but they are positioned to avoid direct sunlight, making them less rigid and more casual like going home. .

On the far right is a row of tall bookcases, integrating ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics, with a strong book smell.

If you can drink a cup of coffee here and read a book, you won't feel like it's a waste of time if you stay here all day.

Mo An was very satisfied, it was almost what he imagined.

Unfortunately, the previous world was short of money. In the end, Mo An had to change it into a business cafe with tears in his eyes, but he still did not escape the fate of closing the store.

Seeing the coffee machine on the bar, Mo An suddenly felt a little itchy and immediately brewed a cup.

The boiling water is slowly poured into the coffee bean powder, and the sizzling sound is Mo An's most stress-relieving moment.

"Yeah, not bad." He took a sip from the cup and couldn't help but nod.

"If the craftsmanship has not fallen behind, then we will open tomorrow!"

......

Time flies, just two months have passed.

Mo's Cafe has also gone from being crowded when it first opened to being popular now. Almost everyone who comes here likes the style of this store. It's like entering another world. People outside are noisy and in a hurry. Inside, they want you to slow down and take in the scenery of Manhattan. Everyone thinks this should be the last piece of pure land in Manhattan. The thought of returning to its original appearance after leaving the store can't help but make people resist.

There is not only the fragrant and rich coffee, the relaxed and casual atmosphere, but also the sunshine pouring in, and the handsome coffee shop manager who is as handsome as a god bathed in the sunshine.

Whenever people watch the store manager slowly pour boiling water onto the coffee powder, they can't help but sigh: "Elegance, so elegant."

It is worth mentioning that Mo’s Cafe’s success in such a short period of time is inseparable from his handsome face.

With his super perception, Mo An could clearly feel the scorching gazes staring directly at him from the high seats in front of the bar. This made him shout that it was too much, but he still had to keep smiling at all times.

Not only the high seats, but also the women sitting on the sofa next to her glanced at Mo An from time to time, and she didn't take a few sips of the coffee in front of her.

A typical drunkard's intention is not to drink.

I can obviously rely on my face to make a living, but I have to rely on my talent?

Mo An let out a long sigh, I am afraid that days like this will continue for a long, long time.

But today it seems like an acquaintance came here.

Mo An looked vaguely at the sexy redhead sitting on the sofa in the corner, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Little did he know that this little move would seduce those little fans.

As closing time approached, Mo An clapped his hands, focused everyone's attention on him, and said loudly: "I'm glad you can come and patronize Mo's Cafe business, but it's closing today. Customers who haven't finished their coffee can come in Apply at the front desk for free order, but only for half a cup or more.”

After another busy period, only the red-haired girl and Mo An were left in Mo’s Cafe.

While rinsing the cup, Mo An said calmly: "Didn't this guest hear what I just said?"

The red-haired girl slowly stood up, walked on the catwalk, and walked gently to the bar with her tall figure. She looked at Mo An lovingly in her eyes, "I don't want to leave."

"Why?" Mo An asked with a smile.

"Because there are more important things to do." The red-haired girl stuck out her tongue and licked her lips gently, her gentle voice was enough to ignite the evil fire in every man.

Except Mo An.

"Agent Natasha Romanoff, I hope this is the last time you act like this in front of me."