[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Emanuel would have pinched himself hard to see if he was dreaming.

Wow, did I make a mistake! ?

He and Tony Stark were both invited to the reception and didn't even see each other within an hour of the reception.

But it just happened to be such a coincidence that the two met in the bathroom, and it happened to be the critical moment when Emanuel's superpowers got out of control.

— but thankfully, the drunk-looking guy didn't seem to notice the superpower thing.

"Emanuel Green and Tony Stark..." He naturally snatched the marriage certificate from Emanuel, and then read the name on the marriage certificate in a very frivolous tone Again, "Emanuel Green? I seem to have heard of this name somewhere, are you some kind of little male model who gave me a business card?"

Emmanuel, who was suddenly robbed of his marriage certificate, quickly snatched it back, and didn't have much reaction to what Tony said: "No, I just..."

Realizing that this question is not easy to explain, he shook his head, stuffed the marriage certificate in his arms, walked around the drunk-looking arms dealer, and walked out of the bathroom: "It's nothing, forget about this Well, it was just a mistake..."

"Do you want to marry me?" A sudden voice behind him made Emmanuel stop, and he turned his head to look at the speaker.

Tony's big eyes stared at Emanuel motionlessly, and those eyes were so bright and deep that Emanuel had the illusion that "he seems to be serious" for a moment.

"Do not……"

However, Tony's next sentence left Emanuel speechless.

"Of course, don't think about it, marriage is impossible. But you don't have to be too disappointed, I mean...

Actually, I thought I was supposed to be a straight guy, you know, I never slept with a man, even if he was a huge fan of mine.but……"

Tony let go of Emmanuel's wrist, but his eyes still did not move away from Emmanuel's face, "For you, I can think about it."

The man standing under the bright lights, wearing a well-tailored custom suit, has a slender and well-proportioned figure.

He is like an heir from a family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. He seems to have rules and exquisiteness in his standing posture. He is elegant and upright like an English nobleman, reserved, reserved and dignified.

He looked at Emmanuel's eyes, those eyes were rare golden, like a rising sun, warm as two golden halos.

He is very good-looking, but it is definitely not a feminine beauty, but handsome, a kind of handsomeness that is different from women, with sunshine and sharpness.

The gentle smile on his face softened the lines of his entire face, neutralized some sharp temperament, and made him look more stable, mature, humble and polite.

Even though that smile looks like a mask to hide the true thoughts and emotions in his heart, it is enough to make Mr. Stark, who has read all the beauties, be moved.

—Oh, this man looks so damn sweet!He looks like a supermodel walking off the cover of a magazine!

Really irresistible best!

While thinking about it, Tony showed a very charming smile—at least he thought it was a very charming smile.

However, in Emanuel's eyes, this is basically a male peacock with its tail open, trying to give itself sexual hints with his insincere and frivolous smile.

Hmm, that sucks.

"No, Mr. Stark, please be sober, I won't sleep with you." Emanuel said patiently, suppressing the rising anger gauge.

"Ah, I understand, playing hard to get, but we don't have to do this, it's in everyone's interest to hurry up."

Tony was completely unaware that the person in front of him had begun to accumulate anger. He thought that a person who would prepare a solid gold marriage certificate for him must be loving himself. "After all, we are all busy, right Ivan?"

Ivan?

Ivan you big!

Emmanuel, whose name was forgotten in just ten seconds, almost failed, and the smile on his face could hardly hold back: "Yes, everyone is very busy. If this is the case, there is no need to waste time here."

Tony thought for a while, reached out and took out a business card from his pocket, stuffed it into Emmanuel's chest pocket, and then patted Emmanuel's chest lightly with the back of his hand: "Well, since now If you’re not free, then call me when you’re free. By the way, I have no other plans for tonight.”

After finishing speaking, he showed a suggestive "you know" smile at Emmanuel.

The volcano finally erupted silently.

Emmanuel lowered his eyes, looked at the playboy in front of him who was half a head shorter than himself, couldn't bear it, and sneered.

In his opinion, this guy who exudes a hormonal atmosphere is simply a peacock in heat. Just this kind of humanoid self-propelled pile driver who is addicted to one-night stands, and wants to have sex with him?

It's really a big joke in the world.

With a contemptuous sneer on the corner of Emanuel's mouth, he took out the business card from his breast pocket slowly and gracefully, and put it on the sink beside Tony: "No need, Mr. Stark, you Better leave this card with the ladies out there scrambling to date you."

Emmanuel bit the word "dating" very hard, obviously more than the superficial meaning, and anyone could hear the irony in it.

Tony completely ignored the returned business card, but focused on Emmanuel's mocking face.

—Wow, look at this face, it's so pretty even when it's angry.

Those eyes, which are as crystal as amber, are set off like stars under the bright lights and gilded decorations.

That kind of awe-inspiring, lofty and slightly casual arrogance makes him look like a king.

Tony couldn't help but smile as he found himself more interested in this suspected male model fanatic.

In Emanuel's view, the meaning in this smile is self-evident, and the unabashed frivolity and casual teasing made him angry.

Tony Stark looked at himself as if he were looking at a beautiful commodity, a prey worth hunting.

No respect at all.

It’s fine for you Tony Stark to linger in the flowers and have sex everywhere, but if you insist on flirting with me, I’m sorry for my title of frigid single dog if I don’t give you some color.

Tony spoke first: "I know what you're thinking, that's right, I did get entangled with those punctual girls... Well, those beautiful ladies are a little entangled, maybe this will make you a little annoyed, but it doesn't hinder anything .

To be honest, I've never tried sharing a bedtime with a man.certainly……"

He lowered his voice and said, "This is a little secret between us."

Emanuel: "..."

Dare this guy think he is jealous? !

Who gave him face!

Emmanuel's anger tank was finally full, he finally couldn't hold back, and sneered: "Mr. Stark, do you know what is the most precious thing in a person?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, thinking that Emmanuel was trying to flirt with him, so he replied casually, "Chastity?"

Emanuel: "..."

I love you big headed ghost!What kind of yellow waste is in this so-called smartest brain in the world?

"It's self-knowledge." Emmanuel suppressed the impulse to smash the dwarf with a punch, although he tried his best to maintain a calm and mocking tone.

But there is still a bit of gnashing of teeth, "Obviously you don't have this precious quality."

"Yeah, I think I'm pretty self-effacing," said Tony, who had never known modesty.

Emmanuel:

I have never seen such a brazen person!

He took a deep breath and said, "Since you have this confidence, I have nothing to say. You may have misunderstood me about what happened just now, so I will explain everything clearly here."

Emmanuel took a step forward, almost touching Tony. He lowered his head slightly, looked down at Tony, and said softly and maliciously: "I don't care about the old peacock in heat who can't even control his hormones." No sexual interest at all."

Satisfied looking at Tony Stark, whose expression finally showed a crack, Emmanuel smiled mockingly and threw the marriage certificate in his hand into the wastebasket.

The gold-plated flap of the wastebasket was smashed with a loud bang, it spun around, and then was slammed back on the wastebasket, completely covering up the marriage certificate.

"Good night, Mr. Big Shit."

After finishing speaking, Emanuel ignored Tony's distorted expression again, turned around and left the bathroom gracefully.

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he was taken aback because there were three scantily clad girls waiting at the door of the bathroom.

Emmanuel could tell at a glance that these girls were obviously waiting for Tony Stark. Thinking about it carefully, Stark didn't directly pull a certain girl into the bathroom to have a sex on the spot, maybe it was already a big deal for him. A very quality thing.

——Thinking of this, Emmanuel became even angrier.

He was really unlucky tonight. Although there were many rotten peach blossoms in the past, they had never been so rotten.

Emmanuel felt that he must be Mercury retrograde tonight, and it would be better to go back as soon as possible.

But before that, he has another matter to deal with.

After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his assistant: "When is the next time the hotel staff cleans the bathroom?"

The assistant replied in seconds: "Eleven o'clock in the evening."

Emanuel glanced at his watch, there was an hour and a half left.

"You must come to the men's room before eleven o'clock in the evening, take away a small golden book in the wastebasket, and dispose of it in the old way, try not to be seen by anyone, and don't be known by a third person, understand Yet?"

It would be better to clear up that marriage certificate earlier, although in the bathroom just now, in order to show his resolute attitude, he threw the marriage certificate into the wastebasket in front of Stark, but it is always a waste of time to leave it there no matter what. Not a big or small hidden danger.

assistant:

This order...why is it so similar to the line of killing people, destroying their mouths and destroying their corpses?

The so-called old method is actually to use a bag of black cloth, put some heavy stones, and throw it into the Atlantic Ocean.

That's how Emanuel always does with some weird crap he inadvertently creates.

——Sounds more like the style of the underworld forces!

But out of good professionalism, the assistant still replied with dignity: "Okay, Mr. Green."