Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

At this moment, rather than saying that he was arguing whether he was gay or not, it was better to say that he just enjoyed the feeling of arguing with Tony, enjoying Tony being blown out of his hair by him.

Compared with the frank and gentle Clark, he is really super bad.

Because once Carl figured out that he didn't need to be so nervous about his sexuality (and he really didn't know his own sexuality), he knew right away that this was the perfect time to tease Tony.

Then he changed his mouth and said in his cute bubbly voice: "You know what? I suddenly felt that if I'm not gay, you're not my boyfriend—you're not my boyfriend, we're all so bad! "

"What??!" was the only word Tony could say now.

He had just calmed down and was frightened again, and Karl's act of deliberately making his voice sound more cute just made Tony's goosebumps come out layer by layer.

In normal times, Tony still thinks that Karl's words are cute. God knows, he always thinks that Karl is the kind of brother he wants most, who is docile and obedient, although sometimes Tony doesn't understand what Karl is thinking. What, or where did he provoke Karl to make Karl unhappy, but that didn't bother him at all, and he knew that Karl would not do anything to hurt others even if he lost his temper.

But to be honest, now he was beginning to feel that Carl's magical brain circuit was giving him a headache.

Tony.Straight man of steel.Stark can't imagine what Carl will continue to say later, and he doesn't want to know!

He tried to make a last effort: "Listen, little prince, let's stop this topic..."

"I still want Tonini to be my boyfriend!" Carl interrupted Tony loudly and happily in his sweet voice, "That's it! I don't care if I'm gay or not. In that case, it's better than me Admit that I'm gay, so Tonini is my boyfriend!"

"No, no, little prince, this matter is different from what you imagined..." Tony didn't even bother to argue his name with Karl.

Damn Alexander must not have given the little prince sex education!

Listen to Carl's tone!What does he think boyfriend means?A good playmate?

"Are we going to have a press conference? Oh my god it's the first time I have a boyfriend!"

After this banquet, he must discuss the little prince's education with Alexander.

"I'm not your boyfriend! Carl!" Tony yelled, "I couldn't be straighter!"

As soon as this deafening roar came out, Tony felt that something was wrong.

Please, please, don't make it too dramatic, please don't.At this moment, Tony.playboy.Stark, prayed sincerely.

Unfortunately it backfired.

He turned around stiffly, and saw his female companion standing behind him dumbfounded. Is her name Audrey or Austin?Whatever her name is, as long as it's not a reporter—

"Crack."

White light flashed.

Damn, it's the flash!

Tony turned his head abruptly, and saw the female reporter put down the camera in her hand.Seeing him looking over, she raised her chin and gave him a provocative smile: "Hi, Mr. Tostak, I hope you still remember me."

Who can not remember Louise.Ryan?

One of the top journalists in the world, winner of the Pulitzer Prize for journalism, once the most famous war correspondent in the world, bold and reckless, never afraid to go into danger to get news, always have a way to get more inside information than others information.

After retiring from her role as a war correspondent, she used to be in charge of the economic sector and interviewed Tony, but she was severely mocked by Tony.

It was probably some words that made fun of her big breasts and brainlessness, and Tony couldn't remember clearly, but after that interview, Louise always looked down on him.

Now, he can even imagine what the other party will write in the newspaper.

But it's nothing, Tony comforted himself secretly, a photo can't explain anything, and Louise can't just write news randomly based on a photo, she is also one of the best reporters in the world after all, she won't do such a bad job matter.

But the best reporter in the world...could have only one photo?

Sure enough, Louise showed him a winning smile: "Mr. Stark, I think you should recognize this." She nodded the diamond brooch on her neckline, "I concealed it a little, but you should be able to recognize it." , This is a portable recorder exclusively used by Ayer Group for war correspondents, it can record accurate vocals even in the midst of war, and the recorded content will be uploaded to my preset account in real time.”

Oh shit.Tony thought.

Perhaps because he was afraid that his current situation was not interesting enough, Carl spoke again on the other end of the phone, with a very cheerful tone: "Tony, are you okay? If you don't like this topic, we can discuss it later. That's it, remember Come to my party, preferably with someone!"

He hung up the phone.

Leaving Tony alone to face such embarrassment.

Very good, now only Tony is left to face Louise who is holding black material!

"Good evening, Miss Lane, did you also feel that the party was too loud, so you came out to get some fresh air?"

Tony pulled out a dry smile.

It's a pity that Louise directly interrupted his fantasy: "I took pictures and videos, and I brought recording equipment - have you figured out how to expose this matter, Mr. Stark?"

Tony was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but he had to keep smiling: "Just call me Tony, Miss Lane, calling me Mr. Stark always makes me feel like you are calling my father."

It was easier to dismiss Louise than Tony imagined. It was just an opportunity for an exclusive interview, and Louise readily agreed to expose the matter.

But she emphasized: "I want a 'serious' interview, you have to answer every question I ask seriously, and stop making silly jokes."

"Hey!" Tony said, "I knew you were still holding a grudge about what happened last time!"

"What? Shouldn't I? After I seriously studied the science magazine for half a month to ask you high-tech questions that I couldn't understand, and you came out with the smell of alcohol and lipstick marks all over your body, what's the matter?" After trying to flirt with me as soon as we met?"

Tony was speechless for a moment.

His female partner was still standing aside with a dazed and pitiful look, but she was just a small model, and she was not afraid to say anything even if she went out, she would only be laughed at for wanting to be popular and crazy, even "Tony is gay" This kind of topic can be made up.

Tony went over to coax a few words, said a few good words, promised clothes, jewelry and a cover opportunity, and the little beauty showed a sly smile knowingly, and obediently walked away with a glass of wine.

Seeing the shock still in her eyes, she probably already decided in her heart that Tony was a closet—but who would care about her?

Relieved, Tony turned around and saw Louise looking at him with interest.

"Why." Noticing his gaze, Louise showed a smug smile, "I'm not welcome here?"

"Of course not, Miss Ryan." Tony said angrily.

He took out his mobile phone, thinking that he must call to teach Carl a lesson, but he hesitated after much deliberation.

God, does the little prince really know what gay means?Does he really know what boyfriend means?

It’s not that K is not smart, but K doesn’t seem like someone who understands these things at all. Even if he shows up with a few female models in bikinis, it will make people feel that the female models are eating his tofu, not him. Take advantage.

Tony frowned with some headaches, his eyes staring at the phone almost stared through the phone, after a long while, Louise, who saw him not moving, finally couldn't help but said: "Aren't you calling, Sta Mister K?"

"Why are you still here!" Tony blurted out, startled.

"It's too sad to talk like that, Mr. Stark." Louise raised her eyebrows amusedly, "This is a public place, you can be here, why can't I be here?"

"Maybe it's because you're so annoying, Miss Lane." Tony said relentlessly, "Honestly, I've never seen a lady who is as good at putting herself in danger as you are. Putting yourself in danger and being good at keeping others behind bars - if I remember correctly, you had been a war correspondent until then, and left that position because your impulsiveness killed a colleague. What a beautiful resume, I want I applaud you."

Louise's breathing stopped for a second or two, and her makeup was so perfect that Tony couldn't tell if she had gone pale for a moment.

"You are wrong, Mr. Stark." Immediately, her tone returned to her original coldness, she stood up straight, with her hands on her hips, and she had obviously adjusted herself to a combat state, "I didn't leave the post of war correspondent because My impulse killed my colleagues, but because I saw my colleagues kill themselves because of their impulses."

"It seems to me that it's almost the same..." Tony said casually, he had lost interest in continuing to talk to Louise, and his eyes drifted to the bustling party, "Now that you have my exclusive interview, then I will... "

"Of course it's different!"

Louise raised her voice, staring at Tony coldly.

"A playboy like you will never understand us, you can't understand what it means to be 'if you're not good enough, you're not close enough', you can't understand that there's always the danger of dying You can't understand what it's like to lie on the ground all day in a dirty and smelly place just to take a few more photos."

"You don't know how much we risk to get what capitalists like you keep hidden, you don't know how many people in the world are suffering and suffering, you don't know when you bathe in beer and champagne, there are How many people will die of hunger and thirst."

"—you don't know we're fighting for truth and truth."

She said, her tone getting higher and higher, "You don't know that justice is in our hearts, and those top-notch photos of battlefields that are close enough, those conversations with terrorists and anti-government leaders are very attractive to us, and to us. They are nothing less than drugs, and I did not leave the battlefield because my comrades were killed by stray bullets right in front of my eyes, but because I realized that in this tense and intense atmosphere for a long time, sooner or later, I will also be like He also rushed out to die."

"—I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of this madness of mine."

When I said this, the corners of Louise's eyes twitched slightly, and there was a little intoxication or fear in her eyes.

But in the end those feelings all calmed down.

"Sooner or later, Mr. Stark, sooner or later, I'll be back on the field, and not fearless with madness, I'll be fearless with calm. I'll be the best war correspondent, and, yes, just The best war 'reporters', not the best war 'female reporters'."

"Wow, great speech." Tony clapped his hands falsely.

He also became angry after being stunned by such a pass. He sneered and said, "Your statement of ideals is wonderful, but what does this have to do with me? Can you stand on the moral high ground and belittle me? You are born smart and It's not my fault I'm rich! With all due respect, Miss Lane, you don't act in a truly noble way."

Louise must have countless wonderful sentences that could be used to mock him, but she just glanced at Tony indifferently, and said contemptuously:

"Belittle you? No, no, Mr. Stark, no one can belittle you, because you have belittled everyone beforehand. Do you know what is the most annoying thing about you? There is nothing really important in your heart, You're so smart. You've got so much, you can use your wit, your wealth, and your pretty face to look down on everyone, and it doesn't matter. The problem with you is that you don't care about anyone."

Tony's sneer froze on his face.

"I don't care about anybody?" he said, "I don't care about nobody? I don't care about nobody?"

It may be because he and Carl just talked nonsense to each other, and he was so relaxed, or it may be because he drank too much wine at the banquet and flirted with too many beauties, so now Tony feels that he is a bit nervous. Unconsciousness.

Louise's words were, well, too sharp even for Tony.

His lungs were about to explode.

This is real lungs are about to explode, not the jokes when he was with Carl, he could clearly feel a tendon in his brain twitching, like the severe pain after a hangover, he He was breathing heavily, the night air and the alcohol he just drank had set his lungs on fire, so fuck off.

"I don't care about anyone?"

He gritted his teeth and said slowly, feeling a strange salty taste in his mouth.

Yes, isn't this a universally recognized thing?like tonyA young genius, playboy, and billionaire like Stark (his own patents are worth so much), immersed in alcohol and women's flesh all day long, what does he care?

He doesn't care about anything.