The End of Marvel's Seraph

Looking at such a timid little son, Norman Osborne showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, "Harry, did I tell you? Boys should not look like such a timid person! They should be cheerful, confident, and walk Keep your head high. Are you afraid of something?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, father, I will definitely pay attention next time."

As if he didn't want to disappoint his father, or was afraid of his father's majesty, the little boy named Harry walked out from behind Norman and tried his best to look like he held his head high.

Norman sighed, not wanting to say anything more to Harry, and turned around and led his two sons into the restaurant.

"Good morning! Everyone."

Norman Osborn sat down at a random table with Harry and Harry.

"I am the owner and chef of this restaurant. What do you want to order?"

Qian Xiao walked up to the three of them with a smile and handed over the menu.

Norman Osborne took the menu and didn't rush to order. He looked around the restaurant first. Norman was obviously very satisfied with the antique decoration in the restaurant. He nodded and opened the menu.

"Hello, please give us one..."

After taking note of the order, Qian Xiao worked hard in the kitchen and soon served all the dishes for the Osborne family.

"Your food is ready, please use it slowly."

There were no other customers in the store at this time, so Qian Xiao sat on the bar and poured herself a glass of beer.

Considering the dining habits of foreigners, Qianxiao brought them chopsticks, spoons and forks at the same time.

Norman Osborne curiously picked up the pair of bamboo chopsticks. After several attempts, he was still not used to it, so he had no choice but to give up and use a spoon and fork instead.

Putting a spoonful of steamed egg custard into his mouth, Norman pursed his lips slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

The two young men, Harry and Harry, are quite talented with chopsticks. Although they stumbled when picking up vegetables, they were still able to pick them up.

While enjoying the delicious food, the family quickly started chatting.

"See, Dad, I told you this store is great, right? You looked like you didn't want to come here this morning." Harry looked at his father and said jokingly.

"Okay, okay, it's dad's fault." Norman smiled sheepishly, and then changed the subject, "By the way, Harry, how are you doing at the new school?"

"I think everything is OK! Although it's a little different from what I imagined, I think the school atmosphere is pretty good, and I get along pretty well with my classmates and teachers."

"Hey~ Although this is your own decision, I still have reservations about you transferring to an ordinary high school. If you had insisted over and over again, I would not have agreed!"

Harry smiled coquettishly, "Dad, you know me, I have fought with that bastard in my class several times! Although Dad, you are the school director, so the school will not give me a demerit, but I am always with my enemies. It doesn’t matter if we are together!”

Harry stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand and began to complain, "And I hate that school. The atmosphere is as depressing as an ice cave! Everyone has the same face, only caring about their own interests, and always looking at the interests of others." Behind the scenes, when someone shows his weakness, he will eat him up in one bite. He is cold and has no human touch at all. That is not a school, it is simply a prison!"

"And the courses in private high schools are really numerous and difficult! I'm not Harry, I'm born to study. Sometimes I really feel like I'm about to be pushed to the limit by the pressure!"

Harry awkwardly picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth, chewing and saying:

"To be honest, Dad, I am much happier in an ordinary high school now! The courses are much easier, and getting along with people is quite easy. Oh, by the way, Dad, I also met a very close friend. My good friend’s name is Peter Parker. He’s a very interesting guy. He looks a bit like Harry in some places. If I have a chance, I’ll bring him to Dad to meet you!”

The familiar name caught Qian Xiao's attention. He drank the wine in his glass and inadvertently listened to the conversation of the Osborne family.

This is one of his daily pastimes.

"I'm so envious of you! Harry." The thin younger brother Harry looked at his cheerful, sunny and talkative brother with a glint of envy in his eyes.

“I wish I had the opportunity to visit regular high schools as well.”

"Don't even think about it!"

As soon as Harry spoke, he was interrupted by Norman.

"Please spare me! Harry, your brother going to an ordinary high school alone is already giving me a headache. If both of you brothers go, I will be worried to death! And when I went to the banquet, you asked How can I talk? How can I hold my head high in front of those celebrities? Two children of this generation of the Osborne family are studying in ordinary high schools, and none of them are studying in private high schools? Please don't! This will become a laughing stock!"

"Oh~"

Harry lowered his head and said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, Dad, I know I was wrong."

"Okay! It's okay. You don't have to blame yourself or apologize for this!"

Norman rubbed Harry's head gently, and then turned his eyes to Harry.

"Okay! Harry, I don't want to say anything more about you. Even in an ordinary high school, you have to study hard for me! Then get into a good university. As the heir of the Osborne Group, you should be in a prestigious school. Networking will be of great help to your future!”

Hearing Norman's instructions, Harry and Harry were stunned for a moment.

"Okay, I get it, Dad, I will." Harry said nonchalantly.

Seeing that Harry was not very interested, Norman ended the topic wisely and continued to enjoy the food.

Time passed slowly, and guests entered the restaurant one after another. Qianxiao put down the wine glass in her hand, stood up from the bar, and went to greet the guests.

Suddenly, a loud but not harsh engine roar sounded outside the door. Tony, wearing a suit, got out of the car and walked into the restaurant.

Qian Xiao stood at the door, looking at Tony with a strange expression, dressed in a burgundy suit, sunglasses of the same color, and a clearly modified mustache.

Qian Xiao had the illusion that Tony seemed to have regained the arrogance he had before the kidnapping accident.

"I woke up very early today."

Facing Qianxiao's greeting, Tony shook his head, "It's not that I got up early."

While Qian Xiao was confused, Tony took off his sunglasses.

"I didn't sleep at all!"

Qian Xiao looked at Tony's face in shock, and said with a teasing smile: "Oh my God! Brother, what's wrong with your eyes? Did you get beaten up by your boyfriend for teasing a girl?"

At this moment, Tony's eyes were surrounded by a conspicuous blue-black circle, which looked a little oozing, and it completely washed away all the anger in Tony's body.

"What! It's just a black eye."

Tony rolled his eyes at Qian Xiao dejectedly, found a seat at the bar, and threw his sunglasses on the bar irritably.

"Bring me a glass of wine, something stronger!"