[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

Before the fangs were about to pierce the skin, the black shadow stopped. He straightened up and looked out of the balcony, as if something outside caught his attention.

The moonlight fell on his face, and it was the handsome and inhuman Eduardo. He smelled the smell of blood coming in from the air, and the smell of the same kind, and his black eyes gradually returned to golden yellow.

He looked back at Joey, who was still asleep on the bed, and frowned.

Sure enough, other human blood was not so attractive to him.

The next day, Joey woke up from his sleep. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth in a daze. He slept well last night, but he had a dream in the middle of the night, as if a mosquito was lying on him. He wanted to suck blood around his neck, but before he could slap the mosquito to death, the mosquito flew away.

After he finished washing and woke up from that dazed state, he found that his roommate was already sitting at the desk, holding a book that looked very profound in his hand.

Feeling that Eduardo and him are completely like people from two worlds, Joey couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Good morning, Eduardo."

Eduardo raised his eyes, his tone was as concise as when he first met, "Morning."

But because of Eduardo's help on the thesis yesterday, Joey has already determined that his roommate is a good person with a cold face and a warm heart.

"Are you going for a morning run?" He warmly invited.

After being rejected, he was not disappointed, but was just a little curious about how Eduardo usually maintains this figure.

When Joey came to the playground, many students were already jogging and exercising in the morning. He looked around until someone tapped him on the right shoulder. He turned around immediately and saw that it was Peter.

"I thought you were still with your quilt, Peter," said Joy.

Peter walked to the playground track with him, and immediately said after hearing his words, "Are you underestimating me, Joe," he turned his head and raised eyebrows at his little friend, "Want to compare speed?"

Joey snorted, and he rolled his eyes at Peter, "Do you think I'm a fool, Peter, I haven't forgotten about our summer camp."

You must know that Peter was able to jump onto the branch with just a run-up without any leverage at that time. Joey thinks it is incredible now when he thinks about it.

He pinched his own arm, and then stretched out his hand to pinch Peter's arm, showing suspicion, "I'm curious as to where your body got the strength to support your movements."

Peter said seriously, "Because I'm a superhero."

Joey: "Pfft."

He couldn't help laughing, then patted his little friend on the shoulder, "Okay, I believe it."

Because Joey had no class in the morning, he and Peter separated after breakfast. On the way back to the dormitory, Joey passed a forest.

This forest is a well-known lovers' sanctuary at the State University, and there is a lake inside. During the day, students from the Academy of Fine Arts often come to sketch and practice pens, and at night, many young lovers come here, so when Joey found a clothes When the messy girl came out, he wasn't too surprised, but immediately looked away.

After all, it is not a good behavior to look directly at a girl in this state.

Because of this, he didn't notice the blank expression on the girl's face, one hand was still covering his neck, her lips were pale as if she had lost too much blood, and she stumbled and had no strength to walk.

At first glance, it looks like an intimate communication with someone, but if you look closely, you will find that it is more like being hurt. It's just that the victim himself doesn't know how it happened, so he looks at a loss.

Eduardo was not there when Joey returned to the dormitory, so he was the only one in the dormitory.

He first went to his cabinet to take out a box of things and put it by his bedside, so as not to forget it at night, then sat down at his desk and opened his notebook.

He glanced at the word count of his novel, and then clicked on the Jinjiang website he was optimistic about. After registering a pseudonym, he uploaded three chapters at a time, that is, [-] words, and then closed the website. After all, he just published the article, and Joey Know that even if you stare at it for a moment, the data will not change much.

After this matter was done, he began to think about what gift he would give to thank Iron Man for saving him.

No matter what thank-you gift his parents gave him, Joey felt that he had something to say as a rescued person.

There is no need for expensive gifts—in fact, Joey recalled the information about Iron Man he had seen before, and felt that Mr. Iron Man should not lack anything—more importantly, his heart.

So Joey thought about it very seriously.

When Eduardo opened the door, he immediately smelled the sweet smell in the air. He looked into the kitchen, and it was indeed Joey who was in there, and was carefully taking the tray out of the oven.

Joey turned around holding the tray, and when he found Eduardo, his eyes lit up, "Hey, you're back!" He winked at his handsome roommate, and said with a smile, "Would you mind tasting it, and then tell me the taste? How about it?"

This was Joey's first time making biscuits. In the past, this was Joe's mother's hobby. Joey could only cook a meal or something.

Eduardo did not step forward immediately. He glanced at the biscuits on the tray. They were slightly burnt and shaped like a Q-shaped helmet. He looked up at Joey again, probably because the biscuits were baked. The reason is that Joey's cheeks were a little red, the broken hair on his forehead was slightly wet, and there were a few white marks on his nose, which should be the reason why he was covered with flour.

Without getting too close, Eduardo could smell the faint aroma of Joey's blood mixed with that sweet scent.

"For someone else?" he asked.

Joey smiled and said, "Yeah, to a good man who saved me."

Eduardo reached out and picked up a piece, took a bite, and nodded under Joey's expectant gaze, "Yeah."

Joey tilts his head, so is it ok or not to say 'um'?But seeing that Eduardo didn't show a disgusted expression, Joey guessed that it was because the taste was not bad.

Joey turned around and went to clean up the kitchen. He didn't see that when his back was turned to Eduardo, the other party spat out the biscuits he had bitten into. The remaining biscuits would have been thrown into the trash can, but Edward After some hesitation, he finally wrapped it in paper and put it in a drawer.

He put the baked biscuits into a beautiful and clean paper bag, tied a gift ribbon on it, and took out from his schoolbag. In Eduardo's sight, he took out a red satin with a Wrapped in gold, there is a pole at one end and a long gold tassel at the other.

Joey carefully rolled it up, then took it and the biscuits and went out. After walking for a few seconds, his little head suddenly poked in from the door and said to Edward, "I still left some biscuits for you , it’s in the kitchen, remember to get it.”

Before Eduardo could answer, he retracted his head again, and this time he really left the dormitory.

Eduardo is still wondering what that silk is. After all, the people of country M have never seen such a thing. It looks a bit like a national flag, but the color and shape can directly negate this conclusion.

Relying on the navigation on his mobile phone, Joey came to Stark Tower at about one o'clock. He first looked up and sighed that Stark Corporation is really rich—after all, as far as he knows, this building is not rented. The ones that belonged entirely to Stark Corporation - and walked in.

The front desk stopped him and asked with a smile, "Hi, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

Joey walked to the front desk, put his hands on the stage, tilted his head and showed a cute smile at the beautiful sister at the front desk, "Hello, I'm not looking for anyone, I just want to thank Mr. Iron Man for his help before."

He scratched his cheek, took out the gift in the schoolbag, and handed it to her, "Please tell Mr. Iron Man for me, thank him for saving me at that time."

"It smells really good," the receptionist smelled the smell of biscuits coming out of the bag, because Joey looks pretty good and has a good attitude, she also smiled on her face and agreed to his request, "I'll wait meeting--"

Before she finished speaking, the bell rang, and the front desk immediately answered the phone. After hearing what was said there, she subconsciously glanced at Joey with a surprised expression on her face.

After she hung up the phone, she immediately said, "Little gentleman, Mr. Stark told me that you can take the elevator up directly. Maybe you can give these things to him yourself."

She winked at the cute little boy, "I think you will be happier when you meet the person who helps you in person."

"But……"

Joey was overjoyed at first, then remembered something, looked at the clock hanging in the hall, with a troubled expression on his face, "I need to hurry back, it's almost time for class."

"Study is more important," the receptionist comforted him, "then I'll help you send these things up."

"Thank you," Joey said. Although he was a little disappointed, it was the only way to go. After all, he did have classes in the afternoon. "If possible, can you please ask Mr. Iron Man to sign for me? Two can!"

"I'll ask for you."

"Great!" Joey smiled, then bid farewell to the front desk and left Stark Tower.

On the other side, Tony was reminded by the smart butler.

"Sir, Joey has left."

Tony frowned, "I clearly remember that I said, let them let him up."

"Joy has class in the afternoon." Mr. Butler quickly checked the information about Joey, and then informed his maker.

But Tony still has another question, "Since he still has class in the afternoon, why did he suddenly come here?"

This question was quickly answered. After the door of Tony's office was knocked, the assistant came in and put the two things in his hand on his desk.

"Boss, Sally told me that the child said it was a return gift to thank you for saving him, and hoped to get two of your autographs."

Tony's eyes immediately fell on these two things, and after the assistant left, the faint expression on his face immediately changed.

"My little nephew!" Tony emphasized the word nephew, "he hasn't discovered that his uncle is the one who saved him!"

"Do you need me to put them away for you and disappear from your sight?" the butler said caringly.

"No!"

"I'm angry!" Tony said angrily, but quickly picked up the red thing in his hand, "I'm not curious at all, I'm sure no matter what he sends, he can't heal his uncle's hurt heart Already!"

The silk satin with gold border and red background was unfolded, revealing the words glittering in gold——

Iron Man at his best.

"I'm really angry." Tony looked at the words with a tense face, and emphasized it again.

At this time, the housekeeper didn't choose to expose his maker, even if you tried to pretend to be angry, you couldn't hide the uncontrollable corners of your mouth.

When Tony opened the paper bag and found that the biscuit was obviously a Q-version helmet evolved from the steel armor he wore that day, Tony really tried his best to maintain an angry expression.

He was really angry, Tony thought, and he would never forgive his little nephew so easily.

So angry Tony ate the biscuits.