Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

The next day.

Lark fell asleep again for the first time in a long time, and he didn't wake up until the noon sun shone on his face from the window.

After a brief wash, he walked out of the room in that cute SpongeBob pajamas.

Not to mention, he was used to wearing monotonous black, white and gray suits, but he thought the clothes he was wearing were pretty good-looking.

If someone says ugly, he doesn't mind reasoning with others.

As we all know, the people of the Stark family are gentle, kind and polite.

The New York Times can attest to this.

As lunch time approached, hotel employees walked up and down the corridor. When they saw Luck, they all bent down to say hello.

"Hi boss."

"Hi boss."

When Lark was out, in order to maintain the majesty of the Dark Knight and Stark's name, he was somewhat secretive.

Back at "home" you don't have to think about it so much.

He was smiling, with his left hand in his pocket, his body hanging casually, and his right hand waving in the air to greet everyone, emphasizing his laziness and casualness:

"Hi, hello, are you going to have lunch?"

"Yes boss, it's dinner time."

"Okay, then go ahead and I won't delay you any longer. Eat more and don't save money for me. Stark is not short of money."

"Don't worry, boss, we won't treat ourselves badly, so let's go."

The employee laughed and nodded, turned around and walked into the elevator.

After the door closed, a few words came vaguely:

The boss is so kind.

The boss is so nice.

The boss's clothes are so beautiful. I want to buy one too.

Luke looked down at SpongeBob SquarePants on his chest and smiled.

rooftop.

It's still the same position, the same table, the difference is that there is a parasol beside it.

A handsome uncle is sitting below, drinking a drink leisurely.

"Hey, Winston, why are you here?"

Surprised, Lak walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"I heard that the boss was attacked by a durian last night, so I came to rescue him this morning."

Winston smiled slightly, picked up his fork and tapped the wall of the cup gently.

"Dangdang."

With two crisp sounds, the roof door opened, and several waiters came out pushing the dining car.

"when."

"when."

"when."

"when."

Four extremely exaggerated plates, with a diameter of thirty centimeters, were brought to the table. They were covered with silver metal covers so that the inside could not be seen.

Lak smiled, pointed at the metal cover, and said, "What is this, I'm going to let me guess, it's still a surprise for me."

"Haha, of course it's a surprise for the boss, but the boss can guess if he wants to."

Winston raised his hand to signal the waiter not to open the lid yet, and looked at Lark with a smile.

"How about it, boss, do you want to try it?"

"Just try it, but I have a question, do you know what kind of dish is in it?"

"I know, but I don't know which is which, what do you mean?"

"Let's see who gets the most guesses. Prizes. When the girl group arrives, you pick one."

Luck sat upright, trying to put some pressure on Winston on the opposite side, but his momentum was completely destroyed by the Kawaii sweater.

Winston raised his eyebrows, nourished by both dragon bone water and dragon power.

The hair is black and thick, the age spots on the face have disappeared, and the eyes are no longer cloudy, and they are full of energy.

He looks like a middle-aged uncle in his 40s, who is still handsome and handsome.

A favorite among middle-aged women.

As a man, especially from a 70-year-old waste man back to 40-year-old, Winston has lived a very nourishing life recently.

There are several lovers, all of which still have charm and are worth a lot of money.

It has made countless young people envious and eager to replace it.

Now that he has the opportunity to try a girl group, he suddenly became interested.

Oh man.

Winston dismissed the waiter, put his hand on the silver cover in front of him, and his expression gradually became serious.

Lark on the opposite side made the same move, holding the handle with a dignified expression.

A man is a boy until death.

Lark: "One, two, three, here we go."

After the words fell, Winston lowered his head suddenly, and golden light appeared in his eyes.

Compared with reaction speed, strength, he is definitely not as fast as the boss. In this case, I will not waste time to remove the cover, and directly enlarge the move - perspective.

Sure enough, Lak didn't expect him to magnify his move when he came up, and was caught off guard.

Fortunately, the dragon power in his body crushed Winston, and he reacted 0.01 seconds later. In a blink of an eye, two golden lights shot out and covered the cover, blocking Winston's sight.

Winston was dazzled by the golden light and could not see anything. He did not panic and tried to lift the cover with both hands.

He knew which four dishes were available for lunch and could guess the dishes just by smelling them.

The silver metal cover opened a gap, and the faint scent came out along the gap.

"Clang clang..."

"when!"

According to the rules of infamy, Lark's hands were not allowed to leave his metal cover, so he lifted his foot and shot a ray of golden light across the flower bed next to him.

"Hulala..."

Purple lavender and red roses swayed, and the fragrance of flowers flowed through the two of them in the wind.

Winston's nose twitched, a smile broke out on his face, and he shouted:

"Rose steak, lavender milk tea."

Haha, if you still don't lose, I'll read the name backwards... Lark was overjoyed, and a smile also broke out on his face.

The hood in front of him has been opened, and the dishes can be seen at a glance.

"Mango cod, a glass of orange juice."

"Hahaha, Winston, you lose."

Lark laughed loudly and put the mask aside, took a sip of orange juice and put his eyes on the opposite side, ready to watch the show.

Winston said nothing, shook his head, sighed, and gently moved the cover.

"Grrrrrr...hiccup! Shet, why?"

On the plate on the left is a tomahawk steak, the red sauce is appetizing, and a few red petals are placed on the edge.

On the right is a purple drink, and needless to say, it must be lavender.

Self-defeating.

He shot himself in the foot.

I screwed myself up.

Lak couldn't say anything, so he chose to bury his head in cooking.

After drinking and eating, the awkward atmosphere passed by with the wind.

The two leaned on the deck chairs and basked in the sun leisurely.

Winston revealed the real purpose of coming to the hotel today: "Boss, you will never guess who Killian contacted after he escaped that night."

Lark was still depressed about what had just happened, mainly because the flower bed opposite him happened to be filled with purple lavender and roses.

He turned over and said lazily: "Who."

"Vice President Laydon."

"...No impression."

"After the Chitauri invasion ended, the president established the second vice-presidential position in order to prevent the federal high-level from being kidnapped collectively again."

"Oh, and then what?"

"Rayden was provisionally elected from Tennessee, so I don't know that the president and they have a handle on you, and they cooperated with Killian to try to pour dirty water on the Dark Knight."

Lak is still not interested: "Oh, what's behind."

Winston continued: "The special team took advantage of the heavy rain to sneak into the villa, killed all the guards and threw them on the rafters. When Raiden woke up, he almost died of fright."

"It's really scary. What about their family members, did they kill them?"

"I'm not an executioner, so of course I didn't move."

"Hehe, you should keep those words to coax your little lover."