[Iron Man] at one point

"Boss, today's video conference will start in one hour, please come back on time."

"Let's talk later." Tony Stark hung up the phone impatiently, and turned to look at the tall beauty who was walking towards him.

"Tony, can you put on some sunscreen for me?" Playboy Cover Girl of the Month blinked her big, watery eyes.

"No, baby," Stark continued, raising the corners of his mouth, "You know, I don't like to serve others, even a pretty lady like you."

"So, do you need me to apply sunscreen for you?" The girl tilted her head and said another way.

"Extremely happy."

"Miss Potts, this is the beach, your suit looks very obtrusive." Stark said lazily, looking at the assistant who was walking towards him with a murderous look.

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Stark, but I also want to remind you that Solo Company has been waiting for you for six hours, and you are still lying here enjoying a massage." Qin Luo looked at this almost naked Man lying on a massage table with raised eyebrows.

"Don't be like this, life is about enjoying." Stark signaled the masseur to increase his strength, and the red-haired girl next to him fed him a grape.After a while, he continued: "They begged me to sell it, not me begging them to buy it."

"Okay, I will reschedule the meeting to next Thursday. By the way, tomorrow is the launch of the new satellite system, and you need to rush back to New York at six o'clock tomorrow morning." Qin Luo has long been accustomed to such things, Now when she arranges her schedule, she will specially set aside some time slots in case of emergencies.

"That's tomorrow." Stark said vaguely with a strawberry in his mouth.

Qin Luo turned and left.

"She looks like a firecracker," Stark said to the redhead, grinning.

"Fireball, what is that?" The girl obviously couldn't understand this word.

"A traditional Chinese firework, baby you're so stupid," Stark muttered, "but that's what I like about you."

"Thank you." The girl looked at him with a smile. Her mother tongue is not English. The gentleman spoke too fast just now, and she didn't fully hear it.

"Oh, you have such a thick skin," Stark said with a look of eating feces. "Goodbye baby, I've had enough of thick-skinned women, go find someone else."

The girl didn't understand what she did wrong, but Stark didn't want to give her a chance to explain, so he reached out and rang the small bell beside the bed. Three seconds later, a beautiful middle-aged woman entered the room.

"Oh Tony, is there anything you don't like?" She said in an operatic tone.

"Race, change me to a lady with a thinner skin." Stark said quickly, "Also, you'd better be stupid."

"Oh sweetheart, she will show up right away, don't worry." Reese is his butler in this hotel, and for Tony Stark, a long-term contracted top-level customer, there is nothing they can't Requested - he can eat the Biang Biang noodles just flown in from Shaanxi, China, and he can also get the original version of The Times in 98 and three months ago, not to mention bringing a few beauties over to accompany him, in fact Well, those beauties rushed for this opportunity.

Sure enough, about 3 minutes after the redhead went out, a brunette walked in.

"Hi, Mr. Stark." Her English had a thick Arabic accent.

"Call me Tony." Stark smiled slightly, "By the way, which country are you from?"

"My father is from Saudi Arabia," the girl continued, when Tony Stark suddenly sat up, startling everyone.

"Miss Potts," he took out his mobile phone and said excitedly, "this one is from Saudi Arabia today, remember?"

Qin Luo's voice was a little strange, he should be applying a mask.She quickly replied: "Okay, I have entered it for you."

"Excellent, now tell me the overall situation." Stark's voice rose slightly.

"Okay, you have lit up the 'conquering beauty icons' in 32 countries around the world, and this lady just now is your 'first kill' in the Middle East." Qin Luo's voice was very calm.

"Great, I knew today was my lucky day." Stark hung up the phone.

Qin Luo rolled his eyes, looking at a small software that he made some time ago to coax Stark to attend the military meeting - Operation Conquest of Beauty.

No, in fact, this is not a software at all, it just marks a map of the world, and indicates that Stark can light up the icon of this area every time he has a romantic history with a lady from a certain country, that's all. Sure enough, the childish man immediately accepted the challenge.

"Believe me, Miss Potts, I will completely light up this map." Stark said with a serious face.

Qin Luo thought he was just saying that casually at first, but he didn't expect Mr. Stark's private pilot to hate him from that day on - his flying volume during this period has exceeded last year!

Yes, our Mr. Tony Stark, in order to accomplish this grand goal, started a journey of flying around the world in search of an affair.Of course, he did not forget to bring his personal assistant. "You are my notary." He solemnly raised the champagne in front of Miss Potts, "Cheers to our plan."

"Cheers." Qin Luo clinked wine glasses with him, and the champagne that the boss treats is not for nothing.

I knew it.

In the early morning of the next day, after waiting for half an hour to no avail, Miss Potts resolutely opened the door of the owner's suite.

Thanks to Reese for kindly providing the key.

Well, Mr. Stark, if you don't get up, don't blame me for being cruel.Qin Luo stepped on ten centimeter high heels and walked into the room like a queen.

Underwear, underwear, still underwear.

In the hallway, on the sofa, on the floor, she could swear she even saw sperm/spots on one of the bras!

So there was a group/p event here?

It's okay, she can handle it.

Mr. Stark is sleeping on his big bed, there is no woman beside him, his brows are slightly furrowed, his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face, his chest is slightly heaving, this picture is calm and peaceful, just like Stark Ke little angel - if you don't look at the group of women sleeping like dead pigs on the ground.

At this moment, Qin Luo felt that he could not do anything.

But this illusion only lasted until she found a note beside the bed.

"Miss Potts, please don't wake me up. I'm sure I won't be able to get up. I was too tired last night, you know." The signature was a dashing signature, "Your boss".

Thank you so much, Tony Stark.Qin Luo rolled up his sleeves, thought for a while, put them down again, and made a call, "Hogan, come to Mr. Stark's suite on the 23rd floor right now, by the way, get a bag downstairs secondary wheelchair."

Stark only felt that he was being dragged somewhere in a daze, and then he maintained an awkward posture for a long time. Although he really wanted to ask what was going on, he was really too sleepy.

When he woke up, he found that he was already sitting in the car going to the press conference.

"Why am I here?" He turned to ask the assistant beside him.

"You should have been here, boss, today is the press conference of the new satellite system, and you need to make a report." Seeing that Stark wanted to speak, Qin Luo quickly continued the second half of the sentence, "The speech has been prepared for you Alright, just keep reading."

"Oh Potts, you are really my savior." Stark took the manuscript handed over by Miss Potts, changed a comfortable posture and began to browse.

"This time we are very honored to invite the inventor of the satellite system, Mr. Tony Stark, to give a report for our press conference. Please let us welcome him with applause." The host's loud voice failed to impress Stark. His spirit improved, and he yawned and walked onto the stage, still clutching the speech.

"Hey hey," he tried the mic, and everyone chuckled—yes, it must be Tony Stark humor.

"In fact, today's report should not be done by me, although I do have a speech in my hand," Stark said suddenly, and there was a whisper in the audience.

It's over, Qin Luo's mind is blank, she can almost predict the next plot.

"My speeches are written for me by my assistant, Miss Pep Potts, who most of you know as my life assistant, and I would like to say, more than that," Stockton commented. After a pause, she continued, "She is also a good partner of mine at work. In fact, Ms. Potts, who graduated from a finance major, is not necessarily less accomplished in electrical engineering than most people who graduated from an electrical engineering major. Therefore, I hope She's going to give this speech."

So he is satirizing today's electrical engineering professionals who are not as good as a secretary who studies finance?The flashlights of the reporters couldn't be stopped at all, yes, the headlines were in hand.

The host tried to save the scene and said: "Mr. Stark is really humorous."

"No, you're wrong, I'm serious." Stark didn't appreciate it, but said to Qin Luo in the audience, "Come on, Miss Potts."

Qin Luo didn't know what to do, everyone's eyes were on her, she could only try to keep a calm smile, yes, these people are all Chinese cabbage, a group of Chinese cabbage.

In fact, what Stark said is not true.

Qin Luo has never really contributed anything to his research, because she feels that as a future person, helping Stark in this cheating way is an insult to a genius.So what she did the most was to help Stark - at this time Stark's universal robot butler, Jarvis, hadn't been born yet.

"Miss Potts, if you don't listen to the boss, you will be fired." Stark issued an ultimatum.

In desperation, Qin Luo stood up and walked onto the podium.

She will never let this kind of thing happen again!In an embarrassing silence, Qin Luo finished his speech. Although the report was really exciting, it couldn't support the identity of the speaker—Tony Stark's personal life assistant.

"Boss, what can I do for you?" Qin Luo walked into Stark's office and asked.

"I want to ask you, how does it feel to be famous?" Stark put down a newspaper and asked curiously.Qin Luo didn't glance at the newspaper, because she knew that today's headline was, Tony Stark's life assistant beats all electronic engineers!

"It's not bad," she said calmly, "but these newspapers didn't pay me, and I added topics for them."

"You can make a call and ask." Stark curled his lips in agreement.

"By the way, boss, what do you think of my last suggestion?" Qin Luo raised his eyebrows.

"I don't think so."

"Then please read this before answering."

Qin Luo handed him a photo, and Stark took a look. In the photo, there was a man sitting in a wheelchair - the shape of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis - which was a perfect imitation. Of course, this man was himself .

"Miss Potts, you are threatening your boss." He also raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Qin Luo replied solemnly.

"It's a pity that it doesn't work." Stark leaned back, put his legs on the desk, and put his hands behind his head. "It doesn't matter, just say that I am paying tribute to Hawking."