There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

"Are you serious? I thought you would believe me."

"Honey, I assure you, I can't be more serious." The man calmly took the dessert from the waiter, "You know, this store is my new favorite... I didn't even tell Pepper She, you know, these good things have always been the natural enemy of women."

Tony: "..." One or two, why do you call him so proficient?

Tony noticed the strange eyes of the waiter. Even though both of them were wearing sunglasses, there were still many customers quietly looking at them.

Probably noticing Tony frowning, the adult version of Tony clicked his tongue.He called the boss and skillfully activated his banknote ability: "Can you clear the field within 3 minutes?"

"Okay, now that there are no outsiders, we can have a good talk."

Tony looked at the other party and said, while pushing the dessert towards him, as if signaling him to try it too.After a moment of hesitation, Tony simply tasted the so-called new favorite with a small fork.

Well, it does taste good...

Tony was also polite, he ate and talked, and when he finished talking about himself, he saw the adult version of himself staring at him with his chin propped up, and he didn't know how long he had been staring at him like this.

Tony asked strangely: "What are you looking at?"

The other party blinked the same big brown eyes, and said frankly: "I admire how handsome and cute I was when I was young."

Tony: "???" You're talking about some shitty dence with a serious face.

It was the first time that Tony felt so happy after experiencing the unpleasant kidnapping case not long ago with a big hole in his chest.

He lowered his head and couldn't help laughing for a while, then raised his head to look at the understanding and young self again.

The adult version of Tony cleared his throat: "You just said that there were other people who came to this world at the same time?"

Tony nodded: "Yes, but they should all be in the hotel now." Fortunately, they still had a lot of cash with them when they came, enough to open a few rooms.

"It sounds like you have a good relationship."

Mr. President casually took a sip of his juice—God, if he hadn't wanted to set an example in front of minors, he would have asked the boss to go out and buy a bottle of wine and come back.

Of course, if he did drink, I'm afraid his dear Lady Pepper would go on and on about it.

Mr. President's thoughts drifted away, but he quickly came back to his senses: "So what do you need me to do?"

Tony didn't think there was anything wrong with Mr. President's accidental talk.In Tony's eyes, both of them are themselves anyway, so is there any reason for him to treat himself well?

He took out the crystal and handed it to another Stark on the opposite side: "As long as you touch the crystal and let it be colored."

Mr. President looked at Tony's outstretched hand, raised his eyebrows, took the crystal, and played with it in his hand.

"Is this the thing? Do I have some kind of radiation? Is it possible to dye crystals?"

However, even if the transparent crystal was held by him for a long time, there was no change.Tony leaned over to have a look, then sat back disappointed.

"Although I also think it's unreliable to dye crystals, but look..." Tony shrugged helplessly, "Since even time travel can happen, what else is impossible?"

Mr. President, who has always scoffed at these tricks, said euphemistically: "Actually, in my opinion, time travel can be explained by science, and changing the color of this stone can only be explained by magic."

Tony was not dissatisfied with the other party's words, he understood it very well: "Before encountering these things, I thought so too."

Neither of them knew much about magic. Seeing that the crystal hadn't changed, Mr. President threw it back into Tony's hands.

He asked the waiter to pack several small cakes and donuts of different flavors, and asked casually, "I don't think this matter can be figured out in a short time. What are you going to do?"

Tony hesitated for a moment: "...Probably because you are in constant contact with the crystal?"

Mr. President: "For example?"

Tony put forward his plan confidently: "As long as I stay by your side, wouldn't it be fine for you to touch the crystal every hour?"

"Wow, what a brilliant idea." Mr. President exclaimed artificially, "Little genius, your idea is good, but don't forget, I'm a busy person, so I may not take it with me wherever I go. looking at you."

Tony who was ridiculed by himself: "..."

What's the matter, does my grown-up self like to make indiscriminate ridicule so much?

Mr. President got up and hugged him: "Okay, little guy, I'm just joking. I'll always do my best here - after all, the world revolves around me, and I have to entertain guests from the next world occasionally."

Tony, who was shocked by his thick skin as an adult: "...huh?"

Lifting the packaged dessert, the two Starks left the dessert shop.The older one was still leaning on the little Stark and talking, and the store manager quickly took a picture of their backs.

The dessert boss, who has often received orders from Stark Industries recently, took a deep breath: "My God, this revelation will definitely sell for a good price!"

On the other side, Clark, who was always worried about the safety of his companions, broadcast Tony's situation in real time.

When he said that the two Tonys met, Peter couldn't help but make a sigh of emotion: "God, you don't want to miss this, the last time I saw..."

"Wait, someone is coming."

Clark interrupted Peter, he motioned to Jason, and they quietly stood behind the door.Sherlock stood sideways by the curtain, he lifted a slit, and saw two camouflaged cars parked not far away.

A charming woman got out of the car and walked directly towards the hotel.On the way, the woman seemed to have noticed something, and she sensitively raised her head to look in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock quickly avoided the other party's inquiries, but he was not sure if he was discovered by the woman.

Sherlock closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "A woman came over, and she came to inquire about us... Ever since we appeared in this world, people have been following us."

Jason fumbled for the handle of the gun, and he said calmly: "This is normal. Although we avoided places where people gather during teleportation, the camera can still capture the scene where a group of people suddenly appeared."

Peter hesitated to speak, he felt that the words in the mouth of the two were very familiar, and it seemed that there was an organization with a deep relationship with him that had this style of painting...

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Clark stepped forward to open it.

Outside the door, a charming and slightly drunk beauty still kept knocking on the door, probably due to inertia, the beauty subconsciously moved forward, and fell towards the door.

Clark hurriedly supported the other party's shoulders. He supported the obviously drunk lady with the back of his hand, trying not to touch the other party's naked skin.

The beauty swayed drunkenly, squinting around, and finally realized that she didn't fall, but was caught by someone.

She smiled and reached for Clark's arm, drawing on his strength to straighten before he backed away.

"Thank you, if it wasn't for you, I would have made a fool of myself just now." Her voice may have been a little hoarse due to alcohol, but it had an unspeakable sexy charm.

Sherlock said coolly from the side: "Clark, she is lying to you."