Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 54 We All Have Passionate Nights (Read More)

This bet is not bad in any way, and Hill readily agreed.

After paying the money and getting gloves, masks and other equipment from Old Wilson, she walked into the restaurant first and chose the room on the far left.

call!It finally subsided... Lak breathed a sigh of relief, fickle women are really scary.

Shaking his head to dispel the strange feeling in his heart, Lak also took the equipment and walked into the room.

In the eyes of everyone, their appearance looked like a quarreling young couple.

A Mediterranean stroked the top of his head and said with emotion: "It's good to be young! I think I was as handsome as this young man back then, and he was called Little Plum of Monaco."

The arrogant appearance quickly attracted group ridicule. The people who came to the restaurant were all old acquaintances, who didn't know about the embarrassing things between each other. Now that they found an opportunity, the crowd rose up and attacked.

"But let's put it down, who changed four bicycles a year, and finally had no choice but to take the bus instead."

"Yes, yes, I remember this too. He wanted me to take him when his car broke down, just kidding."

"and also……"

The Mediterranean was quickly defeated and left in shame. When they left, they put down their harsh words and waited for me.

It's noisy outside, but it's quiet inside.

The room is not big, only about 10 square meters. There is a musty smell in the air, and cobwebs can be seen everywhere in the corners.

The hygienic environment is terrible... It seems that old Wilson is not lying, this restaurant has indeed been closed for a long time.

The sundries and sundries are piled up together, leaving only a small gap in the middle, and there is no room for people to turn around.

At this time, there was a clear "Shet" from the next door, and Lark guessed that the room should be similar to this one.

Retribution, who told you to grab it from me!

The room stinks so badly that Rucker decides to make a quick fix.

He took out a small metal ball from the space and put it on the ground. When he pressed it, the red indicator light lit up, indicating that the ball was working.

He held his breath, tilted his body sideways, and carefully squeezed into the gap, trying not to get his clothes dirty.

After moving two steps like a crab, he stopped. Lark took out the clip from the space, reached into the pile of debris, and caught a small black thing.

Be careful to avoid the legs of the tables, chairs and benches, and the gadget was successfully taken out.

The mouth of the bowl is as thick as a fist, about 10 cm deep, with a thick layer of oily smoke sticking to the surface, and a faint red underneath.

Probably some kind of mug made of wood.

Lark didn't study carefully, the clips stretched out one after another, and several identical things were picked up from the debris pile.

In order to deceive others, he added a kettle and a saucer, which just happened to make up a set of tea sets.

The next door was still ding-dong, Lark placed the things at the door, put one hand on the door, and asked in the tone of the boss:

"Boom! May I ask our gold hunter, Ms. Hill, how is the mission going?"

This room was worse than the next door except damp moldy cobwebs.

There were several dead rats in the corner.

Hill was dressed as a man, with a dark blue striped suit and a pair of light brown leather shoes. Her cool demeanor made her look... so dirty.

Hair, shoulders, cuffs, shoe uppers, all dusty.

"It'll be ready soon!" She closed her eyes and stood on tiptoe, groping for a while in the debris pile above her head, the blue mask pressed tightly to her face.

After a long while, two fingers hooked a small ring and pulled it out gently.

After taking it off, the gloves wipe off the dust on the surface, and it is a small cup full of European style, used for drinking afternoon tea.

Hill looked up, glanced at Lak's feet, then bent down to pick up the two cups on the ground, and walked out of the room.

"That's it!"

Wearing a mask, Lak couldn't see her expression, but from the sound, she seemed very happy.

Wilson stood guard outside the door, looking at the pitiful two or three items in their hands, and couldn't help but wondered: "You two don't want to choose any more? There are a lot of good things in there, and it's no problem to sell them for eight or nine hundred dollars."

"No, we're just trying to make something fresh, and we'll be fine with these two items."

"Correct!"

They didn't pay attention just now, but now that the two of them are standing under the light, everyone realizes that the suits on them are all high-end goods.

It is the kind that they have struggled for a year, and it is estimated that they can only afford half of their sleeves.

Now that the F1 race is about to be held, they should be the tourists who are attracted.

After the selection is completed, the transaction will end here according to the normal process, and everyone will go back to each house.

Now the two of them were standing in front of him with a plate each, with no intention of leaving.

Wilson was a little puzzled, and he tentatively asked, "What else do you two want?"

Lark briefly explained the bet, mainly to ask Wilson to help estimate the price of the things on both sides and determine the winner or loser.

Such an interesting thing, before finishing talking, Wilson directly agreed, pulled a bench and put it under the light, and began to act as an appraiser.

As expected, Lark lost.

With that European-style cup, Hill managed to win a bottle of Essence of Life.

With the game decided, Lark and Wilson shook hands, put the cups in plastic bags, and left the restaurant.

Hill hurriedly followed, not letting a bottle of water escape.

Back at the hotel, Lak couldn't wait to get rid of Hill with a bottle of water, and immediately collapsed on the sofa, enjoying the wonderful sound of insects outside the window.

The black cup was placed on the table, and the bright lights in the room could not penetrate it, and the surface was dark with oil stains.

At this time, the roar of the leopard came from outside the window, which sounded very happy.

Lak pushed open the floor-to-ceiling windows, the full moon hung high in the sky, and under the bright moonlight, four silver-white figures played back and forth on the hillside.

Among them, Abao and Damao are the happiest. They have been staying in the hotel for a long time, and the rooftop is not enough to have fun. Now they can seize the opportunity to play wild.

It pops up from time to time, scaring the black suits around.

This hotel has been booked by Lak, and there are no outsiders.

There are extra planes, let the two of them go back to let the wind out more... Luck was about to close the door, when deafening rock music came from the sky, and Stark One landed on the lawn.

Before the hatch was opened, Yingyingyanyan's voice had already reached Lark's ears.

Don't think about it, it must be Tony.

Sure enough, in the next second, four gorgeously dressed beauties with various styles got off the plane with their arms around Tony, who was drowsy.

"Oh, Mr. Stark, you are so annoying..."

"Stark, are you really willing to let me try your armor? What if it breaks, I can't afford it."

A person leaned against him, twirling his slender fingers on Tony's chest, and the Ark reactor glowed with fluorescence.

When passing by Lak, the dazed Tony raised his head slightly, exchanged a glance with him, then continued to pretend to be dizzy, and was carried into the room by four people.

Happy followed suit with a suitcase... and stood outside the door.

Abao is having fun with three thousand beauties, Tony is having fun with four beauties, Lak is watching the moon alone; we all have passionate nights.

……

early morning.

A dark cloud floats in the sky, blocking the moonlight,
The breeze gradually picked up, bringing wisps of mist.

(End of this chapter)