[Iron Man] at one point

"Hey, Pep, what's the matter with you?" Stark fell on the sofa, looking at the pale Miss Potts and asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I've been busy recently." Qin Luo forced a smile.

But in fact, since the last assassination attempt by the men sent by Stan, she always felt something strange in her head, not a pain, but a feeling of... something dissipating.

Yes, dissipate.

She seemed to catch the point suddenly.

Seeing Miss Potts's face suddenly stiffened, Stark curled his lips and said, "Don't tell me you're pregnant and need to take maternity leave."

Qin Luo didn't speak.

"Are you serious?" Stark immediately bounced off the sofa.

"Don't think too much, boss, I've been single for almost a year." Qin Luo whispered.

After locking the bathroom door, Qin Luo undressed and stood in front of the mirror looking at herself.

Pep Potts, as always, is capable and charming.

What about Qin Luo?

She remembered the name, but it was a little more unfamiliar.

Her memory seemed to be getting worse. She put her hand on the mirror and looked at her blue eyes. She almost couldn't remember the plot of Iron Man 2!But if memory was really fading, why didn't she remember anything about Pep Potts?

What I forgot seemed to be related to Qin Luo.

Are you kidding me, God?

She smiled self-deprecatingly, stepped into the bathtub, and submerged herself in the bottom of the water.

Time Magazine named Iron Man Man of the Year.

Very good, this dinner hosted by the world's [-] most influential people has to go.

Qin Luo, who had been staying at home for a week, changed into a sky blue evening dress, and together with Stark received the spotlight bombardment from the global media.

The so-called blinking dog eyes may be specially used to describe the current situation, Qin Luo smiled politely while rolling his eyes in his heart.

"Miss Potts, tell me what you're worried about?" Stark whispered beside her.

"It's nothing." Qin Luo took a glass of champagne from the waiter as if nothing had happened.

"The most important thing between us is to be honest with each other." Stark turned his head and stared at her.

Well, I hope you won't fire me when you learn the truth.

"I'll tell you when I get back," Qin Luo said, let's finish this activity calmly first.

"Pep, I've waited so long. If the answer is too simple, I will be angry." Stark pulled off his tie and said solemnly to Qin Luo.

"To put it simply, my episodic memories of being Qin Luo are disappearing, boss," Qin Luo smiled, "I may not be a future soldier anymore."

Stark tilted his head: "Do you know why?"

"It probably has something to do with the fact that I was hit by someone last time." Qin Luo was actually not sure.

"Didn't I tell you to go to the hospital for an examination?" Stark raised his eyebrows.

"I asked you to go too, but you didn't go either." Qin Luo stated the fact while tidying up the clothes Stark took off one by one.

"I'm the boss, so you must listen to my orders, but I don't have to listen to your orders. I think this is the so-called subordinate-subordinate relationship."

"Okay, I'll find time to go," Qin Luo said perfunctorily, shrugging his shoulders, "Any other comments?"

Stark thought about it.

"The witch is finally gone," his eyes lit up, "you will never guess what I'm going to do, freedom!"

Qin Luo pulled out a hypocritical smirk, yes, she should have known that Tony Stark was such a person.

But involuntarily, the stiff corners of his mouth gradually softened.

From Stark's point of view, Miss Potts smiled like a patient who had just been revoked the critical illness notice.

a few days later.

"Don't underestimate me, Mr. Stark, although I can no longer know the future, I have not forgotten the memory of these eight years, or nearly nine years to be precise," Qin Luo looked at the Stark, who picks out tomatoes for sandwiches, "At least I'm still impressed by the fact that I always remind you not to be picky eaters."

"Come on, Pep," Stark shrugged, "tomatoes are really bad."

Qin Luo was still about to speak, but Stark quickly interrupted her: "Has the inspection report come out?"

"There is no problem at all," Qin Luo said calmly, "But this is the problem."

Before today, she had no idea that her brain nerves had been destroyed!

She survived, it has to be said, is a miracle.

"Then let's assume that your identity saved you, though no one knows how," Stark grinned, "and it sacrificed itself."

"It's not funny, boss," Qin Luo sighed, "maybe one day I will only remember myself as Pep Potts."

"So, how about making a memory backup?" Stark quickly thought of a solution.

"I don't think so, in case it leaks..." Qin Luo hesitated, at least for now, she still remembered that with the development of Iron Man's plot, the villain would only become more and more cruel.

"It's okay, I mean brain backup," Stark blinked, "but leaks are possible, if Iron Man is given Veritaserum or something."

"...Thank you." Qin Luo said sincerely.

"Okay, Miss Potts, I will remind you at any time in the future, you are Qin Luo." Stark's "Luo" pronunciation is very awkward, but it is enough to move Qin Luo.

"Actually, why don't I just call you Miss Qin?" Stark added.

"That's unnecessary, your plosive sounds are very nice." Qin Luo said quickly.

"Pep Potts." Stark deliberately slowed down and smiled playfully.

"Yes, boss, what's the matter?" Qin Luo deliberately raised his head.

"No tomatoes next sandwich," Stark grumbled.

"No way, boss." Qin Luo refused him readily.

"Do you want to go to Kapalai Island?" Stark sat on the plane and winked at Qin Luo.

"Boss, our itinerary is to fly to New York." Qin Luo said calmly.

"Okay, Hogan, go to Kapalai Island." Stark made his signature V gesture. Since Miss Potts can no longer predict the future, he feels that his spirit is getting better and better.

"Order." Hogan turned around.

Blue sky and white clouds, waves blooming.

Qin Luo was wearing a black suit and uniform, with a 5-inch Christian Louboutin on his feet. Standing among the small and fresh beach-style tourists, he was particularly conspicuous.

Tony has changed into a colorful shirt, and walked towards her with something like a rag in his hand: "Since you're here, you should enjoy it, right?"

Then, handed her the rag and motioned her to change it.

The dress is actually not bad.Qin Luo looked at himself in the mirror and walked out of the room, only to find that his boss was sitting on the recliner by the door drinking juice.

"Mr. Stark," Qin Luo was about to continue, but Stark waved, "Call me Tony."

"Okay, Tony, can I know how many days we're going to be here so I can plan my next steps."

"Congratulations, Pep, you're on vacation now," Stark said, taking off his sunglasses, "until the day I say stop."

"Is this dismissal in disguise?" Qin Luo raised his eyebrows.

"No, this is putting myself on leave in disguise." Stark grinned.

"Do you want to drive?" Stark drove the yacht galloping on the sea, and Qin Luo stood beside him, eager to try.

"Okay!" Qin Luo immediately agreed.

Stark was trying to stop the speedboat slowly, but Qin Luo raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't stop, I'll take over directly!"

As she spoke, she turned her body towards Stark and reached out to hold the steering wheel.

Stark was startled, then let go of his hands, and simply said: "Don't capsize!"

Then, he held a life jacket in front of Qin Luo.

"You are discriminatory," Qin Luo said loudly, "I have learned it!" Well, she has really learned some inexplicable survival skills in the past few years.

"I have no objection to this!" Regardless of what she said, Stark tore off Qin Luo's hand from the steering wheel and put on the life jacket.

At this time, his movements were extremely ambiguous, almost embracing Miss Potts from behind.

Even Qin Luo, who was immersed in driving the yacht, felt a little strange, but didn't say anything.

"Your hair floated into my mouth." Stark's deep voice sounded behind her ear, which made people feel a little itchy.

"Thank you for telling me, I will go back and wash my hair!" Under the loud noise, Qin Luo roared.

OK, plan a failed.

However, Stark had long expected that the method of "making love at sea" was not advisable, so how could such a small setback win him.

Yes, he was immersed in the thrill of this ambiguous game, and he couldn't even say whether he hoped that Miss Potts would "wake up" as soon as possible, but the premise was that there was no other man by her side.

Stark looked at Potts' back and thought to himself, maybe it's time to increase her workload?This way her focus will always be on herself.

Oh, Tony, you're such a badass.He fell into a deep intoxication with his wit.