prince and his shield

After being called by Roddy, who made a mockery of himself, and asked to post a clean beardless selfie, Tony decided not to step out of the room until his masculine symbol—beautiful moustache grows out, and never see Royce pause.

And his poor leg hair, I don't know if there is any hair growth agent.

He has to stay in the laboratory, tinkering with new models, thinking about how to develop clean energy, and by the way, responding to Hammer, who has turned his tail up when he becomes a US arms contractor.

Seriously, what the heck could that retarded do?

He just nestled down and did what a man should do.

"Your admirer." Pepper entered the password of the laboratory and walked in.

She handed out the letter in her hand with curiosity in her eyes.

The admirer is just a joke, this letter is sure to end up in the trash.

From the time she came to Tony's side, there was one letter every two months, and the letter never stopped.

Maybe the letter started before she took office.

After all, the communication method of letters seems too old for Tony.

Time is the most frustrating thing, let alone a long-term unilateral relationship.

She wondered who, for what reason, had been sending Tony letters for so many years.

I'm also curious why Tony never reads or answers letters, but always asks her to go back to the old house to get letters at a fixed time.

Inside the envelope will be several pages of letters, longer or shorter.

Attached is a thin postcard, which is always a photo of a very lonely island.Attached is a note saying 'If you wish to reply, please use this card'.

Tony sipped his coffee, pulled the letter from her hand, and looked at the postmark.

Unexpectedly, Pepper took over and stood up slightly.

Although it has nothing to do with her, if a person repeats the same job year after year, there will always be extra expectations.

Tony stared at the letter for a moment.His face was strange, as if something made him hesitate.

After a while, he hissed and threw the letter away.

"I don't have the obligation to inform him." He muttered, and raised his voice, "Break it."

He walked back to his workbench with his coffee in hand.

The manipulator on one side put down the coffee machine in his hand, rubbed it over, and cleaned up the garbage.

Pepper was disappointed, not surprised, but more and more curious.

Meanwhile, a letter almost identical to this one arrives at Rose's office.

Roy's address was kept secret, so those who could no longer vent their intense emotions by relying on the Internet would send letters and packages like snowflakes to the office every day.

Two-fifths were perverted, one-fifth showed love, and the rest were all kinds of explicit or covert threatening letters.

There is only one exception per year.

When Rose got the letter, she looked at her desk calendar, and it was time.

She got up and left the office, and on the way to the villa, she bought ten games with market value ranging from high to low.All are stand-alone games.Seeing the new game equipment, I also bought the most expensive one.

With a pile of gear, she arrived at the Royston house.

When I entered the door, I saw Steve sitting on the sofa studying the game controller, and Royston was sitting on the ground next to him.

She stood at the door, raising her eyebrows.His eyes swept across Steve's peaceful face, and the corners of his lips curled up.

It appears that someone has confirmed the news.

"Miss Rose, good afternoon." Steve breathed a sigh of relief and put down his handle to say hello.

After delivering breakfast, he tidied up a little and was about to leave.But he was pulled to play games with him. He felt that leaving Royston alone at home seemed a bit pitiful, so he didn't leave.

The game Bowen played was interesting, but I don't know if his vision is too sensitive, and he feels dizzy looking at the screen that shakes with the angle of view.

Obviously, he would not faint when he was really running on the roof.

"Good afternoon, it seems that you get along well." Rose said softly.

"It's okay." Steve glanced at the person next to him and pinched his nose.

Royston sat on the ground with his legs crossed, and did not go out of the station: "What's the matter?"

Rose carried the things she brought to the coffee table in the living room: "Your new toy."

Royston looked at the pile of things, smacked his lips, and said nothing.

"Also, your old lover." Rose took out the letter from her bag and shook it.

Royston frowned, got up to get it, and opened the letter: "Can you stop calling him my old lover?"

"When you are willing to explain your relationship clearly." Rose folded her hands and hung down in front of her.That's what she said, but she didn't necessarily mean to know.

"Then you should keep calling it that way." Royston opened the letter and walked past Steve.

"Old lover?" Steve asked curiously.

Could it be the source of blog post unhappiness?

"Just a joke." Rose turned to him. "I've been their messenger for decades. Whatever it is, I look forward to meeting him."

"Decades?" How old was Royston?

Royston looked back at Rose faintly.

Could she make such a low-level slip of the tongue?The world is coming to an end, isn't it?

There was a strange silence in the room, and Steve tilted his head: "Did I ask something that shouldn't be asked?"

Royston crossed his legs and fell on the beanbag with his back to them.

Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke, she can say whatever she wants.

"You know that Royston is a British refusal, right?" Rose hesitated, and then she seemed to let go of her worries.

"Yes, I heard."

"Me too."

"What?" Steve frowned.

"Roy and I, we've known each other for a long time." Rose sighed deliberately, as if she was feeling a lot of melancholy.

To be more precise, Roy had brought her up.

"I have high expectations for you," Rose turned her head. "Of course, from Roy's point of view. So, I think you need to know something more specific."

She stretched out her hand and smiled: "Let's get to know each other again. My real name is Olos Holmes. It means Dongfeng."

"..." Steve couldn't clearly understand what happened, so he reached out and shook her hand, "OK, Miss Holmes."

"Don't be nervous." Olos smiled.

It was a smile unlike anything Steve had ever seen her before.What she projects is a piercing gaze that makes people feel inexplicably panicked, as if in front of her, she has no secrets.

Steve frowned, tensing his body reflexively.

"I'm just his manager and guardian now," Olos said calmly, as if she didn't feel his discomfort, "We've known each other since we were young. Although we were both refused entry to the UK—"

"But we're as normal as you are."

Steve felt there was something in her words.

Oulos patted his arm affectionately: "Relax, at least we are not bad people."

Royston, who had his back to them, unconsciously let out an unintelligible gasp.

Nervous Steve turned his head sensitively.

"Ignore him." Ou Luosi withdrew his hand without changing his face, "Although there is no blood relationship, after all, we have lived together for so long. He also has some genetic problems in our family. Dramatic——[Note: Dramatic] "

Steve...

Olos looked into his eyes, and Steve looked directly at her, the gap between his brows getting deeper and deeper.The person in front of him was very strange, with the same face and the same eyes, but he seemed to see another person.

It's completely different from the unsmiling, vigorous, but gentle and humble person I knew before.

I can't see what she is thinking at all.A smile is not like a smile, but behind the seemingly good intentions, there seems to be a huge shadow tied inside.

Royston interrupted them with a headache: "Rose, do you have anything else to do?"

Rose became expressionless: "It's nothing."

Steve's eyelids droop, and he exhales slowly.

"Not busy?" Royston sighed.A bit conniving, a bit helpless, and more tolerant.

"Fortunately."

This doesn't feel right.Steve pursed his lips tightly, which didn't match the usual way they got along.

He began to question everything he had seen and understood before.The person he was familiar with was suddenly covered with a thick layer of veil, and he couldn't recognize him even if he couldn't get close.

"You seem to get along well with White. I think we can trust him." Olos brushed her hair.

The three people were drawn out of the two sides without seriousness.

Steve felt shut out of a cryptic exchange.

Royston flopped a few times, grabbed the edge of the sofa and looked back at her.

They stared at each other for a while, and the two were fighting.The one who compromised seemed to be Olos.

Steve frowned.

She turned to Steve: "I'm so relieved to have you by his side."

Royston retracted his head.

"May I know why you were refused entry to England?" Especially...Miss Holmes.

Steve stared at Olos.

"Personal grievances, or family grievances. Or...brothers fight against each other?" Olos said a little bit.

A word is more specific than a word. After the previous words laid the groundwork, it gradually led Steve to recognize some of Royston's past that he should not know and will not know.

There never was him, there was her.She knows everything.

Steve took the cue completely, with a strange displeasure in his heart.

"Some people hate Roy very much." That's all, she shrugged calmly, "Actually, I just don't want to admit that in some respects, he lost."

'Someone' in the UK sneezed hard.

Steve frowned: "Who is he?"

"Have you seen the movie?" "Not much."

"He is the villain, the enemy, the opposite, the eternal enemy."

Steve...? ? ?

"When a person's power reaches a certain level, it's not difficult to deport a person out of the country." Olos said with a helpless face, "It's quite naive, isn't it?"

Steve pursed his lips.I always feel that it is not only Royston who is dramatic, but also Sherlock Holmes.

If he wasn't still standing in front of him, he would have said to Royston, if you are being threatened or controlled, just blink your eyes.

"You mean, there is a very powerful person in the UK who deported you because he hated Roy." Steve agreed.

Has nothing to do with Olos?

"Basically it goes like this."

'Someone' sneezed in succession.

Royston said again: "Rose, you should go to work."

"Well, I have other work to do." Olos didn't mind his interruption, as if casually said, "Tell your Barnes, the messenger greets him."

"Yes." Royston replied.

"Welcome back to Roy, Steve. Goodbye." Oros closed the door and finally looked at Steve, smiling gently.

When the people left, Steve stood where he was, the information in his mind was too full to process in an instant.

Pick the closest.

"Barnes? Your...penpal's name is Barnes?"

"Haha, pen pal. Hmm." Royston hummed.

"Who is this Barnes?"

"The... pen pal who was sent to prison by my own hands."

"what?"

"Curious?" Royston pulled out the sofa to look at him, "Tell me who you like, and I'll tell you."

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