[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

When the crowd cleared, only the colored ribbons on the ground and the smell of alcohol were left in the room.

The loud music disappeared, the noisy crowd disappeared, everything became quiet and slowed down.

Emanuel opened the glass door and walked in, took off his suit jacket and put it on the hanger at the door.

He looked at Tony, who was wearing a reddish-brown shirt, half leaning against the bar, looking at him with a smile.

"Welcome, Iman," he said. "What brought you here?"

"You didn't answer my phone, so I had to come in person." Emanuel walked to him, found a chair and sat down.

"Then it's time for you to come." Tony said, "I was going to have a party, but I know you don't like crowds. So, I can throw you a party for two."

"..." Emanuel glanced at Tony, who was looking at him with a smile, and took a long gulp of an unidentifiable cocktail while talking.

"How is it? Hiccup, do you feel super touched?" Tony hiccupped and said slightly drunk.

"Don't drink it," Emanuel said.

Tony lifted his chin and looked at him, and said, "What kind of party is it without drinking?"

"What kind of party is a party for two people?" Emmanuel asked back.

Tony couldn't help laughing: "That's not called a party, but... a date?"

Emanuel: "You should drink less."

Tony: "I don't drink much."

Emmanuel sighed softly, and didn't continue to dwell on the issue of drinking. He asked, "I saw you went to participate in wingsuit flying."

"Huh?" Tony said. "How do you know?"

"I saw the newspaper..."

"Oh, those unscrupulous tabloids who want to gossip about such a shitty thing." Tony cursed.

"You think this is a trivial matter?" Emmanuel frowned.

"Going to participate in sports, what a normal thing." Tony didn't take it seriously.

"..." Emanuel looked at the other party's caramel-colored eyes that were slightly drunk, and asked, "I heard that you handed over the operation of the entire company to Miss Potts?"

"That's right..." Tony nodded, "Is she doing well?"

"Why?" Emanuel asked.

"..." Tony was stunned for a moment, "Because...why, are you upset that I didn't give you this right?"

"Tony, you look me in the eyes and tell me why?" Emanuel said seriously.

"It gives me more time to do the things I love, so what's the problem?" Tony said.

"You've never loved extreme sports and endless parties and all this nerve-numbing alcohol," says Emanuel.

——This is why Emanuel noticed Tony's abnormality.

He likes to mess around, but he has a sense of proportion, and he actually knows very well what to do and what not to do.

But now, rather than saying that he was chasing excitement, it was more like some kind of self-destructive self-indulgence, like the last carnival before the destruction of the world.

"If you encounter any problems, you can tell me, and we will solve them together, just like dealing with Stan." Seeing that Tony was silent, Emanuel said gently.

"Hmm..." Tony dragged out the ending, and said slowly, "It's nothing, I just feel that life is too short to enjoy myself while I can."

"Really?" Emmanuel frowned.

"Yeah..." Tony said, and he took another glass of cocktail in a yellow bottle from the cabinet, "What else?"

"..." Emanuel looked at his eyes, which were still bright as stars even though they were drunk, and said, "You know I have super powers, don't force me to read your mind."

"You can still read minds?" Tony froze for a moment.

"That's right..." Emanuel also lied and didn't write drafts. He was talking nonsense when he saw people talking about people, and seeing that Tony didn't intend to tell the truth, he simply started to fool around.

"I don't believe it..." Tony is not a character to fool, he said, "Why don't you read what I'm thinking now?"

"It must be a lie for you to think." Emmanuel guessed casually.

"Hahaha read it wrong, I thought you were so beautiful today." Tony smiled and patted Emmanuel on the shoulder, flirting with him without changing his face.

"..." A vein was throbbing on Emmanuel's forehead, "Tony, don't force me to use extreme measures."

"What extraordinary means?" Tony's eyes lit up, looking quite expectant.

This excited reaction made Emmanuel speechless. After a while, he took out an instrument from an unknown four-dimensional pocket behind him, and put it on the bar with a bang.

"What is this?" Tony squinted at the machine, and immediately recognized it: "Wow, a lie detector? It's still a brain wave lie detector. This thing is very valuable."

"So you better tell me the truth, or..."

Before Emanuel finished speaking, Tony put the instrument on his head and said, "Iman is so beautiful today."

The display light is green.

"Look how genuine I am," Tony said, taking off the lie detector, rather self-absorbed. "It's heartbreaking that you still suspect that I'm lying."

Emmanuel was dumbfounded: "Who asked you to test this sentence, idiot!"

"However, this lie detector is quite interesting. Did you use superpowers to conjure it?" Tony asked, changing the subject at the speed of light.

"Yes..." Emanuel said.

Tony's eyes slowly moved from the polygraph to Emmanuel's stomach.

"What are you looking at?" Emanuel asked.

"Look at your belly," Tony said.

"What are you doing looking at my stomach?" Emmanuel was very confused.

"See if there is a Doraemon's pocket." Tony said seriously, even wanting to reach out and touch Emmanuel's stomach.

Emmanuel grabbed his wrist, put it on the table, and said helplessly, "What do you want to tell me?"

The guy in front of him was so drunk that he was talking nonsense, and Emmanuel really felt dizzy.

Tony looked into Emmanuel's pale golden eyes, and was slightly dazed.

—He was really not drunk.

Tony Stark can't drink enough to be delirious and gibberish after a few cocktails.

He just wanted to pass the test by pretending to be a fool through his drunkenness.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Emmanuel to come from New York to Los Angeles to find him. He admitted that this really made him mess up for a moment.

He knew that the other party liked him, and he also knew that he liked the other party very much, but the two of them never pierced through this layer of paper.

Of course, this duplicitous little Tsundere probably won't admit it either.

And after Tony knew that his palladium poisoning would slowly kill him, he never planned to pierce this layer of paper again.

Just hide it forever.

They are all still young, and they will all have a day of forgetting, unless they die young and bring the secrets that will not be spoken in the future into the coffin, nailed to death in the airtight final destination, and never see the light of day.

He just wanted to make himself forget the fear of death in the last moment of his life.

But now, when he saw Emmanuel's worried, worried, and confused eyes, he only felt confused, and even had the urge to tell everything.

He withdrew his gaze from staring at the other person's golden eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bottle of cocktail that he just took down.

"We've known each other for so long, it seems like we haven't seen you drink before," Tony said.

"Well, I don't drink," Emanuel said.

"Alcohol allergy?"

"No, it's just..."

"Then it's okay." Tony said, "Well, how about you drink a bottle of wine with me, and I'll tell you the answer to the question you want to know?"

Emmanuel frowned.

"Please, this is a good deal." Tony said, and he handed the bottle of cocktail to Emanuel, "Try it, you will love the taste of it."

Emmanuel took the bottle and hesitated for a while before asking, "Are you sure you will tell me?"

"Of course, I promise." Tony said, throwing the corkscrew to Emanuel.

Emmanuel frowned and looked at the wine bottle in his hand.

He really doesn't drink high-alcohol alcohol, not because he is allergic to alcohol, but because his drinking capacity is so bad that everyone who knows the truth will drop their jaws.

He is almost drunk when he touches alcohol, and the quality of the wine after he is drunk is very bad. Ever since he got drunk at a family dinner when he was a child, and was mercilessly laughed at by his father and younger brother after sobering up, he never drank again. Alcohol over fifteen degrees.

And this bottle of cocktail in hand...

Emmanuel glanced at the degree marked on the bottle.

46 degrees.

Emanuel: "..."

This degree can burn the stomach wall of a person!

Of course, it is impossible to burn out, at most it is just a little burning sensation.

"This wine tastes good, it seems to be called...some kind of flame." Tony said.

Emmanuel was expressionless. Where did the flame come from? He drank it and it would only turn off the flame in seconds.

Finally he picked up the wine opener and snapped the cap off.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of lemon sprayed out from the bottle cap violently. Emanuel closed his eyes, and put the mouth of the bottle directly on his mouth.

The strong wine entered the throat, and flowed down the esophagus into the stomach coldly and scorchingly.

"Is it good?" Tony asked.

"..." Emmanuel put down the [-]/[-] bottle, opened his eyes, and nodded, "It's okay..."

After finishing speaking, he put the mouth of the wine bottle into his mouth again. Tony could even hear the sound of glass colliding with teeth, which made his teeth numb and phantom pain.

But it was obvious that Emanuel's state was a bit out of order, and the action of pouring himself a drink appeared stiff and rough, and the drink that he hadn't had time to swallow slipped from the corner of his mouth, and even dripped onto his clothes.

"Wow, slow down." Tony was shocked, "No matter how delicious the drink is, no one will grab it from you."

Emanuel put down the wine bottle when he heard the words. He looked at Tony, noticed the astonished expression on the other's face, and smiled at him.

Different from his usual polite or mocking smile, this smile seemed to be pure pleasure, even a little naive.

Tony was startled, suddenly understood something, and asked, "Are you drunk?"

Emanuel: "No..."

"Then why don't you usually like to drink strong alcohol?"

"Because I'm going to get drunk."

Tony: "..."

Well, he got it.

Co-authored by the young master of the Green family, he has a physique that will pour down alcohol when he touches it, which is wonderful.

"Don't move, I'll help you wipe off the wine." Tony said, he took some paper, and was about to help Emanuel wipe off the wine on his chin and neck, but was caught by Emanuel wrist.

Emanuel looked him in the eyes and said, "Tony..."

感谢在2020-02-2214:59:13-2020-02-2319:26:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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