Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

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

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

call! It finally stopped... Lark let out a long sigh of relief, fickle women are really scary.

Shaking his head to dispel the weird feeling in his heart, Lark also received the equipment and walked into the room.

In everyone's eyes, they looked like a young couple quarreling.

A Mediterranean stroked 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 known as the little plum of Monaco."

His arrogant appearance soon attracted collective ridicule. Everyone who came to the restaurant was all old acquaintances, and no one knew about the embarrassing things between them. Now that they found an opportunity, everyone started to attack.

"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 sanitary environment is very bad... It seems that Old Wilson was 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 insist on grabbing 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, leaned sideways, and carefully squeezed into the gap, trying not to stain his clothes.

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

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. He stretched out the clips one after another and picked out several identical gadgets from the pile of debris.

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:

"Dong dong! Please ask our gold hunter Ms. Hill how the mission was completed."

This room was even worse than next door, except damp, moldy, and 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 will be ready soon!" She closed her eyes and stood on her toes, groping for a while in the pile of debris above her head, and the blue mask stuck to her face.

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

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 raised his head, glanced at Luck'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, Lark couldn't see her expression, but judging from her voice, 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 were standing under the light, everyone realized that the suits they were wearing were 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 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 they both stood in front of him with a plate, with no intention of leaving.

Wilson was a little confused and asked tentatively: "What other instructions do you two have?"

Luck briefly explained the bet, mainly asking Wilson to help evaluate the prices of things on both sides and determine the winner or loser.

Such an interesting thing, before he finished speaking, Wilson agreed directly, pulled up a bench, placed 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 winner decided, Luck and Wilson shook hands, put the cups in plastic bags and left the restaurant.

Hill quickly followed, not letting the bottle of water escape.

Back at the hotel, Luck couldn't wait to kill Hill with a bottle of water, and immediately collapsed on the sofa, enjoying the wonderful chirping of insects outside the window.

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

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

Lark opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there was a full moon hanging high in the sky. The bright moonlight shone down, and four silver-white figures were playing 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.

From time to time, he suddenly appeared, startling the black suits around him.

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

There are extra planes, so let them go back for more fun in the future... Lark was about to close the door when deafening rock music came from the sky, and Stark No. 1 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 with a suitcase...and stood guard 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.