Marvel's Ten Thousand Worlds Recycling System

"Your home is really messy, Tony. Didn't Miss Potts clean it up for you every day?" After the hearing, Tony Stark invited An Xin to his studio. He had something to tell An Xin.

"Actually, you don't have to waste any more time protecting me. I might die that day. Don't worry." Tony Stark was silent for a while and suddenly said something.

"Why are you so honest with someone you don't know very well? Tony, do I need to be honest with you about something? For example, do I not wear underwear when sleeping, or did I wet the bed when I was a child?" An Xin said some nonsense, but he could I don’t want to get too involved in this matter. He is simply Conan in the Marvel universe. Wherever he goes, he will die!

"Palladium poisoning, 24." A mechanized voice came from the instrument.

"Come on, Tony, we are just a former employee and the boss. You know, we are not that familiar yet. By the way, are you going to die? Should I buy out all the stocks in my hand, or should I go Tell your shareholders and then collect all their stocks. By the way, Tony, you probably haven't had a child with Potts yet, so I have to collect the stocks as soon as possible." Sitting on the sofa, An Xin didn't understand Tony. What exactly is Stark thinking, and why should I tell him this kind of thing.

"Hey, An Xin, shouldn't you be sad? The world is about to lose a genius inventor and superhero. Moreover, Miss Potts and I have never even kissed. We have a serious superior-subordinate relationship." Tony Stark had a dark look on his face.

"I understand you. Today's boss always likes to play some interesting things. What do you mean, my secretary and I, my assistant and I, we have an innocent superior-subordinate relationship. In fact, in bed, everyone is the same. No one is cleaner than anyone else. If you really have nothing, Tony, I can only say one thing to you, you are really inferior."

"Listen An Xin, you are now the new upstart in New York. I have to admit that many of your ideas are geniuses, whether it is the newly popular League of Legends or the previous ones. I hope that if I die, Potts will come out. What's the problem? If you can help her, I can give you shares. All I need is your promise." Tony Stark rarely compliments others. He is always like a proud lion and never lowers his pride. Head, but for Potts, he needs to make some preparations. After his death, Stark Industries will be like a piece of fat meat. Those hungry wolves from Wall Street will eat Potts one by one. Tony Stark needs to give She was looking for a foreign aid, and An Xin, who had an FBI background, was a good choice.

"Wow, Tony, if Potts hears this, she will be moved to tears and cry out to marry you." An Xin was still in the mood to tease Tony. He knew that Tony Stark could not die, at least. Can't die now.

"Miss Potts is already at the door, I suggest..." Tony Stark interrupted his words by rudely shutting down his butler Jarvis.

"Tony, how could you put those priceless things... Seeing An Xin, Potts was stunned for a moment, An Xin, why are you here."

"Nice to see you again, Senior Potts. To express his gratitude, Mr. Stark plans to treat me to dinner." An Xin winked at Tony Stark.

"Yes, that's right. Mr. An Xin was a big help. What's wrong, Potts?" Tony Stark reacted and asked.

"Tony, why did you donate our priceless collection to..."

"Boy Scouts of America."

"Yes, Boy Scouts of America."

"That is a very good organization, at least more reliable than most organizations. I have not personally checked the wooden box, but it is basically correct. And it is not our collection, but my collection." Tonysta Gram's words were somewhat hurtful.

"Hey, Tony, I think I have to go. I also want to have dinner with my assistant and girlfriend. Senior Potts, I wish you a happy evening." An Xin said hello, and his words were full of hints. words.

"Are you leaving now? Why don't you stay and have dinner together? Don't worry." Potts turned around and said with a formulaic smile. All she wanted in her heart now was to hammer Tony Stark, the bastard, into the ground.

"Let's get together when we have time. I'll treat you." An Xin waved his hand, turned around and left. He had been letting Silver off for a day. If he did it again for dinner, An An would not want to go to bed tonight.

When An Xin went out, he could still hear the quarrel between Potts and Tony Stark. He shook his head and laughed. Falling in love with Tony Stark, a tsundere, is not an easy thing. I wish you well. Good luck, Senior Potts.

"Master CEO, you have worked hard today." An Xin jumped in from the window, walked to Silver, stood behind her, and gently rubbed her shoulders.

"You still know that when you come back, you just throw these things to me. I am obviously the secretary and you are the CEO." Silver complained. She has an active nature and asked her to sit here and deal with these documents, but It's going to kill her.

"You are my eo, my dear." An Xin kissed Silver gently on the face and sat down at the table.

"You can say nice things to comfort me, hum." Silver blushed when he heard An Xin's words, and was so flirted with by An Xin, but An Xin's next words made Silver feel the same as Potts. Feeling.

"Isn't it a common saying that if you have something to do, you should be a secretary, and if you have nothing to do, you should be a secretary. Do you think I should find another secretary, my dear?" An Xin pretended to be thoughtful.

"Say An Xin again, and I'll give you another chance to organize your words." Silver looked at An Xin fiercely. He had gone to bed without fighting for three days.

"Just kidding, let's go and have dinner together. I made a reservation at Lebeard, French cuisine, your favorite seafood." An Xin picked up Silver and walked out the door.

"Wait a minute, there are still things that haven't been dealt with. Torres said that their people can't handle the company's affairs, so leave the matters over there to me." Silver struggled in An Xin's arms for a few times, then didn't move. , leaning into An Xin's arms.

"That old bastard, let him hire professional managers for this kind of thing. SHIELD has such highly educated talents, including professionals who graduated from Yale and Harvard. He insists on leaving these things to you. If he doesn't do it, he will Throw all these into the trash can." An Xin said, and threw the documents about the company sent by Torris into the trash can. It was as big as dinner.

"Wait a minute..." Before Silver could finish his words, the documents were thrown into the trash can by An Xin and shredded bit by bit with his paper shredder.