Dr. Night mixed with Marvel

Michael opened the car door for Gwen, then sat in the cab and said hello to George.

George also waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Looking at the car driving away, I couldn't help but sigh, it's great to be young.

The two soon arrived at Stark Industries, where the outside was already crowded with people, but their purpose was not to stand outside.

Taking out the invitation letter, the security guard quickly took them inside the company.

The two of them turned around and didn't see the protagonist of the party.

"Tony Stark doesn't seem to be here."

Michael nodded in agreement and said, "How do you think he will appear?"

Gwen thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, how do you think he will come in."

Michael curled his lips, "I think he will fall from the sky, land in the venue outside, deliver a passionate speech, and then pass through the crowd of fans backstage and drive to the main venue in a sports car."

"So exaggerated?"

Gwen was a little surprised. Do rich people really like to do whatever they want like this?

"How about we make a bet?"

Looking at Michael with a smirk on his face, Gwen shook her head decisively.

"No gambling."

While the two were talking, Iron Man descended from the sky, and the robotic arm assisted Tony in taking off his suit, and then Tony began his speech.

After the speech, Tony played his father's vision for the future to everyone, and announced that the next step would be a year-long "Stark Expo" where elites from various industries can come and visit for free.

Tony took out a small device and looked at the data on it worriedly.

"Blood toxin content 19.00%."

After announcing that the expo would last for a year, allowing everyone to have a blast, Tony Stark sneaked out from backstage.

"It's chaos out there, be careful, Tony."

Happy tried his best to help Tony block the crazy fans, but Tony signed autographs for the children while walking, making his job more difficult.

Finally the two people walked out of the backstage. Happy couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and introduced Tony to Tony in surprise.

"Look what this is? A new car."

Tony said pointing to the beautiful woman next to the car.

"Is she a giveaway?"

"Hopefully."

Happy made a joke with him.

"you are?"

Tony asked symbolically.

This is just out of politeness. He will soon forget it, and it will be difficult to remember it even if we meet face to face again.

The beauty smiled and replied: "Bailiff, Ireland."

"Nice to meet you."

Tony turned to look at Happy, "Can I drive?"

"of course can."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Tony looked back at Ireland, "What's the matter?"

"Send a subpoena."

Ireland took out a court summons and handed it to Tony, but Tony did not accept it.

Happy took the summons wisely and said: "He doesn't like to accept things from others, so I just take it."

"Yes, my quirk."

The thing he was most worried about came, and Tony was speechless.

I am maintaining world peace, but there are always a group of pigs holding me back and trying to take advantage of him.

"You have until nine o'clock tomorrow to be at the Senate Armed Services Committee."

Tony frowned, suddenly seeming to remember something.

"Can I see your ID?"

"You like to see IDs?"

Tony: No, I don’t like it. I’m almost psychologically affected by this thing.

Ireland took out his ID and showed it to Tony.

It was confirmed to be true, but Tony was fed up.

Then the two of them drove to the main venue. Little Pepper was looking forward to it and had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

"Hi Tony."

"It shouldn't be too late for me to come, Potts."

"It's not too late."

Tony held Pepper's hand and the two walked in together.

"By the way, is that genius biochemist here?"

When Tony pays attention, Pepper naturally pays attention too.

"Here he comes, I saw him bringing a girl in."

"Come on, let's find him."

Gwen glanced at Michael and said, "I saw Tony come in."

With eyesight and hearing beyond ordinary people, Gwen easily saw Tony coming in from the door.

"If you come, you will come."

Gwen looked at Michael who didn't care and said doubtfully: "What are we here for?"

"See the dinner and fill your stomach."

Michael shooed away the cook, cut the foie gras and steak and started cooking.

The guests who came were all rich or noble, and the chef couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only wait and watch quietly.

Several girls saw Michael's handsome face and took the initiative to come over.

"Hi, Mr. Chef, do you have a date tonight?"

Michael looked up and saw a low-cut, backless body, heavy makeup, and a slightly aggressive scent of perfume.

Probably a socialite who has just entered the upper class, or a social butterfly who followed Kaizi.

"Probably, and I'm not a chef."

They are very discerning. Michael's suits and leather shoes are all custom-made, and it says "I have money, how can I be a chef" written all over it.

However, the face is too immature. Such a boy is not only delicious, but also easily attracted by the style of a royal sister, and is even more likely to indulge in the lust of sensual dogs and horses.

As for Gwen on the side, what kind of charm could such a little girl who dared not show her breasts have, so she was ignored by them.

Gwen glanced at them and rolled her eyes at Michael.

I'm very unhappy. You can do whatever you want.

"Then do you suggest changing it to another one? I can do anything."

With that said, he seductively showed Michael his career line.

Michael smiled and said: "Sorry, I personally don't like spending money on this."

Of course, these women knew what Michael meant, cursed a few times, and left angrily.

"You are bad."

Gwen couldn't help but sneer and said, "You can't call someone a prostitute if you don't like her."

Michael said helplessly: "How do you know they are not?"

Gwen thought for a moment and said.

"After all, the people here have some status."

"You are still too naive, Gwen. High-end prostitutes are still prostitutes, but we have given them a new name, socialites."

Modify the fried steak and foie gras into a heart shape, add some prepared sauce and pass it to Gwen.

“New way to eat, French pan-fried foie gras paired with filet mignon.”

"When you do it like this, it's like a set meal in a small restaurant."

Michael returned to his seat and motioned to the chef to make him one.

"It's different. This is made by Michael, the top biochemistry genius. Just by its name, it can sell out all the high-end restaurants in seconds."

Looking at the narcissistic Michael, Gwen couldn't help laughing.

Michael had already thoughtfully cut it for her, and she didn’t need to use a knife, she could just eat it with a fork.

"How about it?"

"Well, it tastes good."

Gervin was a little surprised that Michael's skills were not inferior to those of top chefs.

Michael saw that Gwen liked it, "Of course, I am a chef. Compared with Chinese food, Western food is much simpler."

Gwen couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"You can also cook Chinese food."

"Of course, I'm a big fan of Chinese food."

Michael took the fried steak and continued: "I'll cook it for you when I have time."

"Okay."

Gwen rolled her eyes and said weirdly: "Do you often use this method to trick girls into going home with you?"

Michael: "Well..."

With all my conscience, I really have no other meaning.

Seeing Michael's embarrassment, Gwen couldn't help laughing happily.