[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

Let's switch back to Emmanuel Green.

No matter how angry Emanuel was, he would not let negative emotions affect him too much. He quickly adjusted his mood and left the reception.

As soon as he left the reception hall, four bodyguards in suits and leather shoes and sunglasses at night followed him.

Everyone looked serious, as if they were here to collect debts, with communicators hanging from their ears, burly and muscular, and it looked like they could kill a Tony Stark with a single punch.

——The last sentence comes from Emmanuel's malicious speculation.

Emmanuel glanced back at the bodyguards who were following him, feeling a little irritable. He always felt that these guys were here to escort the prisoner, so he said, "Don't follow me, you go back first."

In fact, he doesn't need bodyguards at all, but there will always be people who are worried about his safety and just hire a bunch of them for him.

The bodyguards seemed to hesitate for a moment, but because it was the boss's order, they stopped and let Emmanuel leave alone.

"Oh, the boss is closed again." One of the bodyguards said softly.

"Is it okay for him to go back alone?" Another bodyguard said.

"Calm down, the newcomer..." said an experienced bodyguard, "This is a routine operation for the boss."

"Which one? Is it autistic, or is it going back alone?" the new bodyguard asked.

"Is there a difference between the two?"

"What a capricious boss." The new bodyguard exclaimed.

"Shut up!" He was immediately warned by his senior, who quickly looked at Emmanuel's position, guessing that he couldn't hear the conversation here, so he continued, "This lord is not easy to provoke , don’t speak ill of him. Let me tell you, the last time I heard someone say that all the things he disliked were wrapped in black bags, filled with stones, and sank directly into the Atlantic Ocean.”

The new bodyguard's face turned pale.

Emanuel probably never dreamed that he turned out to be such an image of an evil force in the eyes of his bodyguards.

Soon, Emmanuel came to his sea view villa on the east coast of the United States, and checked that it was past ten o'clock.

In terms of work and rest, he has always been strict with himself, so he went straight into the spacious bathroom, prepared to wash up and go to bed, and prepare for the next day's work in the best mental state.

Standing under the warm water, Emmanuel recalled some unpleasant things that happened today, and his face turned half black again.

I really endured for a while and thought about it more and more, and when I took a step back, I thought about it more and more.

"I'm really weird..." He thought through gritted teeth, "Why is this flower peacock still not suffering from kidney deficiency at such an age? Maybe I can recommend a suitable male hospital for him."

After he finished speaking, he felt his chest burn. Before he could react, a colorful bottle fell into his hand.

Emmanuel looked down at the words written on the bottle: super enhanced version to reproduce the true colors of men, authentic Indian oil PLUS.

There is also a line of big letters below:

Quick results!Long battery life!Make your her scream non-stop!

It's just a matter of putting another picture of the Eighteen Bans on it.

Emmanuel:

Emmanuel stopped thinking.

He lifted the curtain of the bathroom indifferently, opened the window of the bathroom, and threw the bottle of magical stuff in his hand far away with all his strength.

Then he closed the window tightly, let go of his thoughts, and stood under the warm water with a blank expression on his face, feeling that he would be able to ascend to immortality in a second.

The butler Mr. Miles Smith, who was sitting on the sofa downstairs happily watching the nightly news, heard the movement upstairs, and looked at the limited-edition white Bentley that had been parked through the garage surveillance, only to realize that My young master has already returned, and he didn't say hello to himself at all.

Alas, today is another day when Master Yiman shut himself up.

Emmanuel brushed his dark brown hair casually after taking a shower, and walked out half naked. He was about to drag his tired body and mind to sleep when suddenly his mobile phone vibrated.

Emmanuel glanced at the phone screen, his assistant called.

Emmanuel clicked to answer.

"Mr. Green, the thing you asked me to look for... I couldn't find it." The weak voice of the assistant Kofi came from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Emmanuel:

etc?All the people who went to the reception were people from the top society, so it's impossible for someone to dig through the trash can, right?

"Has that waste paper bin been emptied?" Emanuel asked.

"No..." Coffey said.

"..." That was taken away, Emmanuel frowned and sighed——

Who the hell is so idle, running to the toilet to look through the wastebasket?Are you perverted?

Emmanuel stopped thinking again.

"Sir... Do you see?" Coffey asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that Emmanuel would say something like "Since you can't find that thing, you should throw it into the sea instead."

"It's okay, you go back." Emmanuel sighed.

Poor Coffey hurriedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Green. Good night, Mr. Green."

Emanuel: "??" Thank me for what?

After hanging up the phone, he walked up the wooden steps barefoot while wiping his hair. The matter about the marriage certificate quickly formed a clear thread in his mind.

If you are picked up, you can be picked up. Although this is not the result that Emanuel wants, there is no way to do it now.

Anyway, the person who picked it up didn't have any definite evidence to prove that the marriage certificate was real. If someone really dared to use the marriage certificate to make a fuss, he would directly send a letter of warning from the lawyer.

However, the continuation of this matter is not over yet.

At noon the next day, when Emanuel was eating lunch, he was shocked to find that the table was full of food that was very angry at first sight.

He looked at the butler who was preparing the lunch in a daze: "Myers, today's lunch is a little unusual?"

"Ah, that's it." Miles stood gracefully aside, and said with a smile, "I know that the young master has been a little troubled recently, but you can actually tell me, and I will share the worries for the young master. Food supplements are the healthiest thing to do. , Many medicines on the market are actually deceitful, have no effect, and are likely to damage the body."

The more Emmanuel heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, and several question marks popped up above his head one after another: "What are you talking about?"

Why can I understand every word, but I don't know what you are talking about when you put them together?

"Master, don't hide it from me." Miles looked at the young master he raised very lovingly, "I went to the garden this morning to weed, and I picked up the Indian oil you threw there."

print!Spend!god!Oil!

The four words were like four boulders, hitting Emanuel's head with a bang bang bang bang!

Emanuel: "I..."

He opened his mouth, and the knife and fork in his hand fell directly onto the plate, his mind was full of the galloping alpacas, and he stuck his neck from time to time and let out a ruthless and ugly mocking cry.

And these alpacas became even more arrogant after Miles took out a bottle of mysterious potion that was very expensive at first glance, spread their hooves and rushed towards Emmanuel, kicking him to the ground, the sheep hooves were happy stamped across his face.

Emmanuel: "Myles, thank you."

Miles: "You're welcome, master, please eat more."

Emmanuel stiffly forked a small piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling tears streaming down his stomach.

It's all Tony Stark's fault!

the next day……

Inside the office of the president of the Green Group.

"Tell the people in this studio that next time they come up with such a strange thing, they can pack up and leave together.

This rendering is not as exquisite as my homework in the second year of college, and the plan is also a mess. Is this something that humans with normal aesthetics can make? "

"Please ask the people in the planning department if you didn't think about it when you wrote this report? My eight-year-old niece Aina can write more organized and logical than this."

"Watching this kind of thing early in the morning is simply suffering. I suspect that if this continues, I will be so angry with your professional level that I will be autistic."

Emanuel looked at the papers on the table, his tone was as calm as discussing the weather.Kofei on the side was trembling, not daring to breathe.

"Let's do it for now." Emanuel piled up the documents in his hand, threw them aside, and changed a tissue to plug the bleeding nose, "Today's schedule?"

The little assistant looked at the angry CEO, and said tremblingly: "There are no other arrangements in the morning (this should be to continue to approve the plan and a new batch of design drafts, but Kofi knew his boss' attitude, The boss probably doesn't want to hear the words "planning and planning"), there was a project meeting with Stark Industries in the afternoon, and I received an invitation to attend an awards ceremony in the evening."

There was an eerie silence.

"Sir?" Coffey asked cautiously.

"Understood..." Emanuel took a lot of effort to keep his expression from twisting. He smiled at the little assistant: "Go and pour me a cup of tea, thank you."

The little assistant was relieved, and ran out quickly.

Emmanuel changed another tissue, wiped the blood, and sighed.

He knew it was not good to eat too much hot food at one time, and lo and behold, after only one day, he had a nosebleed due to the dry weather and his irritated body.

Let's have a cup of tea first to clear the fire.

While thinking this way, Emmanuel turned on the computer and looked at today's news.

Then he saw a huge headline in black and bold appear on the homepage of the news website:

"Tony Stark won the honorary award for the most influential person of the year!" "

Emanuel: "..."

Why are you everywhere! ?

Most Influential Person of the Year?The most popular young model of the year is about the same. If there is such an award, he is quite happy to present it to Stark.

Emmanuel was amused by his own thoughts, and before he could laugh, he felt his chest burn, and a trophy fell to his desk with a clang.

Seeing the shape of the trophy, President Green's smile froze on his face.

On the trophy is a statuette, a statue of a woman twisted into a sexy pose, which looks like a coquettish bitch, not at all the same as the pure and unaffected Oscar statuette.

He picked it up and looked at it, and it said: "Most Popular Young Model of the Year".

Emanuel: "..."

Emmanuel stopped thinking again.