[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

Emmanuel, who was hung up on the phone, was stunned for a while before putting the phone back into the charging stand, and stepped back on the bed on the soft carpet.

Although after hanging up the phone, the noisy human voices and the music that pierced the ears like the magic sound also subsided, but Emmanuel suddenly became irritable for some reason.

He always vaguely felt that something was wrong with Tony, but he couldn't figure out why.

Could it be that coming back from Afghanistan gave him PTSD, a fear of quiet surroundings so he had to keep the noise around him?

Or he suddenly had a great realization and found that life is all about enjoying yourself in time. After all, he doesn't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident?

No, could it be that you are thinking too much, Tony Stark has always been like this, who doesn't know his playboy piss?

Emanuel pressed the pillow to his face irritably, trying to get himself to sleep, but to no avail.

——Not only because he was in a bad mood, but also because he had a cold and a stuffy nose.

What time did he fall asleep in the end, Emanuel himself no longer knew.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by the vibrating sound of his mobile phone.

He picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

Emmanuel tried his best to wake up his drowsy brain due to the cold, and clicked to answer.

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Green?" A woman's voice came from the opposite side.

"You are?" Emmanuel realized that his voice was a little hoarse when he opened his mouth.

"I'm a colleague of Dr. Stephen Strange." The woman said, "I'm here to thank you for your help to my friend. In addition, I hope to know how to return the medical expenses you advanced to you."

"Well..." Emmanuel thought for a while, and said, "I'll give you my assistant's number, you can contact him about this matter."

Although he is not short of that little money, he has no reason or obligation to pay for it. A clear calculation of this account can also avoid misunderstandings by others.

"Okay, thank you very much."

"How is Dr. Strange doing now?" Emmanuel asked.

The woman on the opposite side paused for a moment, and said in a low tone: "Not too good, he hasn't woken up yet, I've already transferred him to another hospital."

"his hand?"

"..." The woman sighed, "We will find a way."

"I'm sorry." Emmanuel really felt sorry. He knew how much effort a person needs to put in to become an excellent doctor, and these efforts were wiped out overnight. This kind of blow is not Anyone can accept it.

"You don't need to feel sorry. If you hadn't been sent to the doctor in time, he might..."

——I'm afraid I won't even be able to save my life.

"That's what I should do." Emmanuel said, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, I know a private hospital that has quite good achievements in nerve repair, and they seem to be conducting research on an experimental therapy , if you are willing to try, I can give you their contact information."

"Really?" The woman was a little surprised, but soon became depressed. As a medical staff, she certainly knew that the experimental therapy was just a last-ditch effort when there was no hope, but she quickly cheered up and said, "It's really amazing." Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome," Emanuel said.

After hanging up the phone, he gave the doctor the information of the hospital and his assistant's number, and then glanced at the time, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

He opened the curtains, and the sunlight immediately leaped into the spacious room, dispelling the coldness accumulated overnight.

Just as he was about to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and admire the Atlantic Ocean under the morning sun, he suddenly felt his nose itch and sneezed out of nowhere.

Emanuel: "Ah Choo!"

After beating, he rubbed his nose, put on his home coat helplessly, walked silently into the living room, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

In any case, in the absence of Banlangen, drinking more hot water can cure all diseases.

It was three days later when Emmanuel finally recovered from his cold.

These three days were rare and calm, and it happened to give Emanuel, who had been busy and exhausted physically and mentally, a good sick leave.

However, three days later, when Emanuel took out his tablet computer in his office and flipped through the news, a news headline suddenly jumped into his field of vision, which shattered his original happy mood.

"The New Way of Entertainment for Billionaires?Tony Stark participates in wingsuit flight"

Emanuel even suspected that he was dazzled. He read the title again, and even carefully read the content of the article, only to confirm that the guy who ran to participate in the high-mortality extreme sport of wingsuit flying was the one he knew. Tony Stark.

"Crazy? Do you want to die?"

This was his first reaction.

His second reaction was to immediately pick up the phone from the table and make a call to Tony on the west coast.

Still no answer.

Emanuel slammed his cell phone on the table, frightened Kofi, who was about to enter the door to report on work, trembled, not knowing what his boss suddenly lost his temper, and stood tremblingly at the door, at a loss.

Emanuel paced back and forth irritably for several times before calming himself down a bit, glanced at Kofi, and said as calmly as possible: "It's okay, come in."

"Okay..." Kofi hurried in and reported his work sternly.

Emanuel sat behind the desk, trying to concentrate on listening to what Coffey was talking about, but his thinking always went astray inexplicably, and he couldn't help thinking about what was going on with Tony Stark.

He almost never encountered such a situation.

After finally waiting for Coffey to finish his report and send the people away, he stood silently in front of the French windows of the Green Building, looking at the skyscraper that was being converted into the Stark Tower not far away, feeling upset.

Why is this happening?

Before Tony came back from Afghanistan, he had always been harassing him with various text messages and phone calls. Why is this situation reversed now?

Emmanuel stared at Stark's name on the building that was still under construction, and suddenly realized a fact that he didn't want to admit at all——

He seemed to care more about Tony Stark than he thought.

Finally he sighed heavily and called Pepper.

"Miss Potts, I just saw on the news that Tony went to take part in the wing suit flight, is he all right?"

Emanuel tried his best to make his tone more ordinary, "You have to stop him, don't let him do such a dangerous thing, or the board of directors will not be easy to explain."

—Go to his board, who cares what they think.

"I know, but I can't stop him." Pepper's tone was also quite helpless, "He just came back from Europe this morning, and he couldn't get through to his phone until now. I went to his house once, and his artificial intelligence The steward told me that he has been asleep until now and has not woken up."

Emanuel almost couldn't hold back the curse, but finally sat on the chair helplessly, watched the news on the tablet and said helplessly: "What happened to him?"

"Mr. Green, I don't know if I should say something." Pepper said in a very serious tone.

"What?" Emanuel asked.

"I hope you can go and persuade Tony, and Tony will listen to you." Pepper said.

"He doesn't listen to me." Emmanuel said helplessly.

He had already tried to persuade him last time, but Tony hung up the phone without listening to him.

"I mean, if you have time, can you persuade him in person?" Pepper said, "If you can't persuade him, I really don't know who else can."

Emanuel was silent for a while, took out his schedule, and glanced at the densely packed itinerary for tomorrow.

Then he decisively took out his pen, crossed out all the plans for tomorrow night, and said, "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

At five o'clock in New York time the next afternoon, Emanuel boarded the plane to Los Angeles directly.

It was exactly seven o'clock in Los Angeles time when he got off the plane.

It was already 08:30 in the evening when he arrived at Malibu beach in his car.

After parking the car in the parking space, he got out of the car, raised his head and looked in the direction of the Liberty City villa, and saw the dazzling lights without any surprise.

Because Los Angeles is closer to the equator, the temperature at this time is very different from New York.

It's jacket season in New York, but it's still hot summer and palm-fringed in Los Angeles.

Although it is already night, you can still feel the cool sea breeze gently blowing on the beach.

However, the comfortable and pleasant temperature and weather did not make Emmanuel feel better, because even if he was several hundred meters away, he could hear the music that could knock the ceiling down from Tony's house!

It's only been three days, and he's throwing a party again?

Emanuel took a deep breath, slammed the car door, straightened his tie that was slightly crooked due to the rough action of slamming the door, and walked towards the City of Liberty.

"To our billionaire who conquered the sky - Tony Stark!"

Before entering the house, Emmanuel heard loud shouts and screams, as well as the sound of wine bottles being opened and champagne gushing.

"If you want me to comment on this wingsuit flight, I have only one thing to say."

Tony's voice resounded in the noise, and it was extraordinarily clear, "I want to say: When can we do it again?"

The crowd erupted in laughter, screams and applause, all rocking excitedly to the music.

Tony raised his glass, with a bright smile on his face, and gulped down a whole bottle of cocktail.

Just when he drank the whole bottle of wine and was about to throw the bottle aside, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Tony froze for a moment, then looked in that direction.

His gaze passed through the carnival crowd, and he saw a familiar figure standing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

——He saw Emmanuel Green, who was not supposed to be in Los Angeles at this time, standing outside, wearing a black suit that was incompatible with the whole party, as if he had melted into the night.

The bright moonlight on the Pacific coast poured down quietly and violently, falling on his hair, shoulders and body, as if coated with a layer of cold frost.

Under the blazing light, those pale golden eyes looked like two flawless golden gemstones, and their indifferent eyes fell on him through a thin layer of glass.

At that moment, it seemed that all the noise and impetuosity were washed away by the clear spring water.

The smile on Tony's face gradually disappeared. He stood up and looked at Emmanuel Green from a distance across the passionate crowd on the dance floor.

After a while, he snapped his fingers, turned off the music, and said, "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen."

Everyone stopped carnival because of the disappearance of the music, and looked up at Tony who was standing on a high place.

Tony didn't respond to their gaze, still looking at Emanuel standing outside the French window.

He said calmly: "Everyone please go home, today's party is over."

感谢在2020-02-2115:40:56-2020-02-2214:59:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: G4-ZoE1;

G4-ZoE9 bottle;

3 bottles of Fallen Against the Wind;