[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

...In short, since Sophia came to Stark Villa, everything has become a little weird.

Many years later, a certain alliance summed up such symptoms as: Sophia.

The symptoms of "Sophiaization" are: people around Sophia will unconsciously learn from Sophia in four aspects of behavior and ideological awareness, and are unaware of their own symptoms.

But at this time, obviously no one realized that this was a thing.

In addition to the little warmth on weekdays, Tony Stark, as an adult elite, has many things to be busy with.

In peaceful times, the appearance of "Iron Man" is rarely needed.However, as the chairman of the Stark Industries Group, there are a lot of things to worry about.Naturally, he is not just as frivolous and casual as the rumored playboy, on the contrary, he has an extraordinary sense of responsibility in certain things.

But in essence... he is still a playboy.

As the chief chairman of a top company in the world, Stark often needs to attend various receptions, and he himself likes such occasions very much.

Luxury, freedom, unrestrained, casual... Each is an adjective that he enjoys with ease.

Sipping a glass of margarita as crystal clear as lake water, Stark sighed comfortably, leaning against the shining golden marble bar, looking at the chaotic light all around, and slowly emptied his mind .

Since "World Peace", he finally took off Iron Man's aura of "persistence", "bravery" and "sacrifice for mankind", and returned to the frivolous and reviled, arrogant and poisonous Master Stark.Many people sighed for him, and countless news reports wrote various reports in bold and capital letters:

"The Lost of Superheroes: In Peaceful Times, Where Should They Go?"

"The Chairman of Stark Industries got drunk at the bar late at night - the fall of 'Iron Man' after losing his halo."

"A World Without Enemies: Graveyard of Superheroes."

He sneered, and took another sip of the cocktail in his glass.

Hmm, sweet and sour like lemon, a little salty.

Stark rejected all "Iron Man"-related interviews, and isolated the outside world's investigation in an arrogant way, which seemed a bit unusually low-key.

He didn't know what other people were thinking - he couldn't read minds.But just for himself, this rare era is not the grave of some superheroes.

Human beings seem to have some strange characteristics, those painful and sad memories that I thought would be remembered for a lifetime are always forgotten so much faster than imagined.However, in fact, most of the pain is like voltage, with a corresponding threshold.For some people, if the pain is too strong, sometimes, this life may not be able to move forward.

He thought, for many companions, um, or... also for himself, it might be like this.

"Mr. Stark?" A Latina woman with heavy make-up brushed her big pure black waves and approached Stark surrounded by a group of sisters.

"A margarita? Is it so sad? Are those reports... true?" She narrowed her eyes and giggled a few times.

"This beautiful lady..." Stark raised his brows and raised his glasses, just as he was about to reach out to clink glasses with her, suddenly, there was a tremor in his pocket.

"Excuse me, answer the phone..."

Stark nodded apologetically, put down his wine glass, and reached out for his phone.

Caller ID: Little cutie.

"What's wrong?" Stark raised his hand, subconsciously softening his tone.

"Why don't you go back... Where is it so noisy?" The girl's dissatisfied voice reached Stark's ears through the radio waves.

He put down his wine glass, took a few steps out of the bar door, and managed to find a relatively secluded corner in the noisy and bustling bar street. He put his hands on the microphone before speaking slowly.

"Outside, what's the matter? Have you finished your homework today? Call Grandpa Jarvis, and I'll have a few words with him."

"Why don't you come back? The teacher said that there will be many dangers at night, and it's safest to stay at home." Sophia was still very unhappy.

Stark's expression instantly became a little complicated.

Most people are used to asking, or at least, looking forward to Iron Man to save the world, and even close friends will never be so childishly worried that they will be in danger at night.

Sure enough, he was still a child.

Stark has almost forgotten the domineering Lord of Hell who is about to rule the world, and he is full of the little bun at home who always has a straight face, but is still very soft when hugged.

However, there are many warm and warm moments in life. Sometimes Stark will leave the bar because of a word from the child, and give up the noisy and attractive free country, but no matter how well-behaved Sophia is, she is still that little " Like Lord of Hell, Stark is Iron Man and Tony Stark after all.

The annual Stark Industries auction was suspended because of Sophia's unexpected appearance.However, Tony Stark has always been an elite class who is good at using public opinion to create momentum.After the accident, many newspapers used a lot of space to describe the shocking scene of Sophia's arrival, and portrayed the "Frame" as a masterpiece that "mutants want to bid"—yes, SHIELD It was decided to identify him as a mutant to facilitate future admissions.

All of a sudden, the rich and powerful rushed to see it, and even the value of the painter Skrin Herrera rose a little.

Today is the day when the re-opened auction will be held with "Frame" as a major exhibit.

This time, nothing strange happened, and "The Frame" was finally acquired by the young oil tycoon and collector, Patrick Clive, at a sky-high price of 1.25 million US dollars.

Stark had no interest in the auction, what he was looking forward to was the reception after the auction.

Different from the past, the location of this powerful reception is not at the Stark Villa, but at the largest opera house in the center of New York.All of a sudden, influential figures from various fields gathered together, and in this elegant and luxurious night, they discussed big projects that cost tens of billions of dollars and enough to change the world.

Stark flicked his thumb habitually, turned his mobile phone into "Do Not Disturb Mode", and walked towards the dining table outside the crowd with a glass of red wine in his hand.

The long sound of the violin reverberated in the opera house, the elegant chuckles came and went, and the soft warm yellow light reflected the dazzling light on the dress skirt.

Stark passed through the crowd, smiled and nodded to the old acquaintances around him, and finally left the center of the venue amidst the overwhelmed greetings.

The chatter and laughter gradually dissipated, and the refreshing silence came like a tide. Stark took a small biscuit and sat on the dark gray high chair, looking at the scene in front of him, a little lost in thought.

"Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark looked at the chuckling man beside him with some surprise, and raised his glass as a gesture.

"Mr. Clive, when we met for the first time, it really is as rumored, and the handwriting is extraordinary."

Stark looked majestically at the strange young man beside him.

A head of curly red hair, gray eyes, fair skin, even the brows with a touch of red-gold, and the pale complexion against the red, it looks a bit...unhealthy.However, this person is still wearing a pretentious white suit, but the pure white tuxedo that is easy to set off the yellow and black complexion on others, looks quite good on him, but the whole person does not look like an oil tycoon, More like some frail scholar who stays at home.

"It's not as good as Mr. Stark. I'm just a small business, earning God's money. You are a big man who made God."

Patrick still smiled gently, and there were a few fine lines at the end of his eyes.

Stark frowned secretly in his heart.Self-modesty and praise that seem to have no problem, but there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"I don't dare to take it." He replied lightly, turning his head to sip the red wine in his glass.

"Mr. Stark." Patrick ignored Stark's indifference and said, "I have admired your academic achievements for a long time, and I really want to invest in the scientific research community like you. I think others don't understand, but You must understand that when you have a lot of money in your hand, making money always seems a bit boring, but you always want to do something for the society, don’t you?”

"There are many foundations that support academic stars, and they must all welcome the investment of the fifth young rich man on the Fox list."

The red-haired man burst out laughing suddenly, causing Stark to turn his head to look at him.

"Ahem, I'm sorry..." He coughed twice, and suddenly changed the subject, "I'm sorry for the scientific research you once proposed about healing post-traumatic stress disorder through re-experiencing traumatic scenes in virtual reality." The project, aka 'BARF', is very interested. However, I have always had a question. Is it all based on the patient's active appeal? If the treated person resists the treatment, then... Does it still work Woolen cloth?"

Stark narrowed his eyes, taking a serious look at the smiling man in front of him for the first time that night.

"The treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder itself is very delicate. If it is not handled properly, it is easy to cause secondary damage. The BARF Memory Trauma Repair System, in fact, should be called the Regret Repair System, not a device for treating PTSD." He lightly Taking a sip of red wine, he continued, "Similarly, patients also need to have a voluntary appeal for treatment, otherwise, the effect will be counterproductive."

"I see." The man still smiled, "It seems that this system can also heal me. After all, people often say that I am a fake rich man who relies on women to get ahead. I have never refuted it. If there is such a person in the system It’s a good opportunity for me to curse back one by one, it must be very interesting, isn’t it? Hahaha..."

Stark frowned secretly.He instinctively felt an uncomfortable weirdness and treachery, as if... under the gentle and soft appearance of the other party, there was a sinister and twisted poisonous snake lurking, ready to bite his head off at any time.

However, the other party didn't do anything out of the ordinary, it was just chatting, and he was the most supportive tycoon at tonight's auction, so he suddenly lost his temper and walked away for no reason.

"I believe that the relationship between you and your wife must be very good." Stark responded casually.

However, he was surprised to find that this young and frail oil tycoon seemed to have quite a reaction to his words.