[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

The dinner finally came to an end when Tony took the last bite of his burger.

Emanuel only ate a small half of the turkey leg with a big stick. It's not because he has a small appetite, but because the turkey leg is hard and salty. Although the taste is not bad, it is really boring to eat all the time.

So Emmanuel suddenly had a little bit of admiration for Tony, who had eaten the entire Big Mac.

The gap between people is sometimes reflected in the sense of taste and stomach capacity.

"Speaking of which, we've known each other for so long, I still don't know what you like to eat." Tony wiped his mouth and said.

Emanuel: "Have we known each other for so long? We've only known each other for three days."

"Isn't it three days?" Tony threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can. "I haven't seen you for a day, but it's like three autumns. If you round it up, you've known each other for ten years."

"As expected of a high-achieving student who graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, mathematics is amazing." Emanuel said.

"Actually, I'm not from the Department of Mathematics, but it doesn't affect anything. I still won the first place in the MIT mathematics competition back then."

"Then you are really Gauss alive." Emmanuel said dryly.

"And, in fact, we haven't known each other for more than three days, right." Tony ignored Emanuel's sarcasm, and said to himself, "As long as we know each other exists, I think we know each other."

"So, you knew me a long time ago?" Emanuel asked back.

"Yeah..." Tony lied without changing his expression, "Who wouldn't know you? You are the chairman of the famous Green Group."

"But you still called me Ivan at the reception that day, calling me a little male model." Emanuel smiled.

Tony:

This is fucking embarrassing.

But who is Tony Stark, how could he be stumped by such a small problem?

He straightened out his thoughts in an instant, pretending to be nonchalant and replied: "Really? I had a drink that day, so I don't remember many things."

Emmanuel: "Really?"

Tony nodded seriously: "Of course..."

Emmanuel looked indifferent: I believe you ghost!

Tony's eyes drifted for a while, and he was about to change the subject when he suddenly thought of——

Wait, why am I embarrassed?Speaking of what happened at the reception three days ago, wouldn't the prudish guy in front of him be more embarrassing?

So Tony suddenly had bad thoughts and said, "Actually, I vaguely remember that something terrible happened in the bathroom that night, but forgive me for drinking too much at that time, and my memory is a bit fuzzy."

"Oh..." Emmanuel had a cold face.

"That incident seems to be related to you." Seeing Emmanuel's uncooperative expression, Tony continued to help him recall those unbearable past events.

"Really?" Emmanuel still had a cold face.

It's no use playing dumb, you duplicity tsundere!Tony wanted to say that, but at the moment he could only continue playing a man who was drinking.

"Yeah, but I can't remember much. I vaguely seem to remember some little golden book."

Tony pretended to be thinking hard, "Can you tell me what that is?"

Emanuel took three deep breaths in a row before resisting the urge to grab the turkey leg and knock the childish ghost in front of him unconscious. He reached out and rubbed his aching temple, and raised his eyes to look at Tony.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in from the window, reflected in his pair of amber eyes, and under the light and shadow, it turned into a stunning golden color in an instant, "There are no golden notebooks, how much did you drink that day?" My eyesight was wrong."

Tony looked into Emmanuel's eyes, and suddenly thought of the golden eyes shining like jewels under the dazzling light that night, and the sun-like arrogance hidden behind those eyes.

He paused for a while, and said with a bit of difficulty keeping up with his brain: "Your eyes are so beautiful."

"Huh?" Emmanuel quickly noticed that the light of the setting sun entered his eyes, which made him feel quite dazzling, so he naturally turned his face away to avoid the sun.

The dazzling gold in those eyes disappeared, leaving only a soft and soft amber.

Tony curled his lips, thinking it was a pity, but it also brought him back to his senses, and said reluctantly: "Although I drank too much that day, I didn't read it wrong. Is that little book some dark secret? ?”

Emanuel twisted the corner of his mouth. He thought that Tony might not want to let go of this topic, so he adjusted his facial expression and said seriously, "Since you must know, then I will tell you."

Now it was Tony's turn to ask questions: "??"

Why did he cooperate so suddenly?

Before Tony could answer, Emanuel said slowly and seriously: "It's a book called "How to Communicate with Mentally Disabled Calmly"."

Tony: "..."

Shut up, shameless old thief!Not at all!

"You don't seem to believe it?" Emanuel asked.

"I've never heard of such a book." Tony raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, because this is a manual issued internally by the Green Group, it is only read to the most core employees to enhance their emotional intelligence."

Emmanuel continued to talk nonsense seriously, "That's why I didn't tell you at the beginning, after all, internal information, sorry."

"Then the way you manage the company is really advanced." I believe you ghost!

"Wonderful, it turned out to be very effective, at least I am very calm now."

Emmanuel showed a polite smile, "What do you think? If you need it, I can give you a copy as a small gift between partners."

Tony: "..."

——Is this implying that I am mentally retarded!Don't think I can't hear you!

He was about to open his mouth to refute, but he suddenly remembered that the excuse he made earlier was that he drank the fragments. How could a person who drank the fragments know what the book was, so he could only shut his mouth resentfully, feeling that he was hanging on his chest. Can't go up and down.

Tony, who was turned against the general again, was extremely depressed, and he was kicked back to his hometown by Emanuel after eating his beloved cheeseburger.

10 minute later.

"We've finished dinner too, do you have any plans for the evening?"

As Tony walked towards the outside of the store, he said to Emmanuel who was following behind him.

"No..." Emanuel said.

Of course he wanted to find a reason to stay away from this guy, but due to the farce of the previous awards ceremony, it was difficult to forcefully find a reason to retreat strategically, so he could only bite the bullet and say that he had no arrangements.

"Then why not..." Tony had an idea, "I'll take you to play."

"Where are you going?" Emanuel asked warily.

"Relax, Iman." Tony patted him on the shoulder. "I know you are usually a workaholic. You must not have been to entertainment venues. Today I will take you to relax."

Emmanuel suddenly had a bad idea: "I don't go to any unscrupulous places."

Tony: "What indecent place? Who do you take me for? Don't worry, it's definitely a good place."

Emanuel: "..."

Do you have no idea what kind of person you are?

An hour later, a certain casino.

"One million dollars in chips, thank you."

In the resplendent and resplendent casino, there was a lot of voices.Tony walked in the front with big strides, followed by the graceful girls and the manager of the casino, who helped him hold piles of chips on a tray with a flattering expression.

Emanuel seldom comes to this kind of place that he considers to be a waste of time for idlers, so the staff of this casino hardly know him, and there is no grand battle to welcome him. Of course, Emanuel also Have a good time.

He followed Tony unhurriedly, secretly glad that Tony didn't take him to some messy bar or nightclub or something.

"You rarely come here to play, do you?" Tony turned his head and asked Emmanuel who was walking behind him.

"Hmm..." Emmanuel responded.

"Can you play?" Tony raised his chin and gestured to the gaming table.

"No..." Emanuel said.

In fact, of course it can, it's a social skill after all - but Emmanuel just wants to say no, so that no one can force him to play something that he considers to be a waste of time .

"It's okay, let's change it and play Sic Bo." Tony shrugged.

"You go and play, I'll just take a look." Emanuel said.

"Mr. Stark, this way." The manager hurriedly came to show Tony the way, and the accompanying girls quickly followed.

"Wow, sweetheart, I like your dress." Tony revealed his playboy nature instantly. He picked a girl at random, let her hold his hand, and walked towards the gaming table.

Emanuel: "..."

You prefer her without clothes on.

Emmanuel felt a little dumbfounded, and was about to find a quieter place to rest for a while while the playboy was addicted to gambling, but suddenly saw a somewhat familiar figure in the crowd.

It was a tall woman standing next to another man in a suit and tie, facing Emanuel in profile.

Even if that side face only showed half of his appearance, it was enough to attract the attention of all the men in the venue.

Emmanuel frowned, and was about to turn around and leave, but the woman suddenly seemed to sense something, turned her face, and met Emmanuel's gaze.

Emanuel: "..."

it's over...

— Winnie Garcia.

The Oscar queen who has been pursuing Emmanuel for three full years.

Emanuel seemed to have seen a rotten peach blossom falling from the sky and hitting him on the forehead impartially.

The woman didn't seem to expect to meet Emmanuel here, she was obviously taken aback for a moment, then showed a surprised expression, and nodded to Emmanuel.

Emanuel also nodded as a greeting.

Winnie Garcia turned her head and said something to the man beside her, who nodded.

Then the actress stepped on [-]cm high heels and walked towards Emanuel with graceful steps.

"I really didn't expect to meet you here, Mr. Green." Before walking in front of Emmanuel, Winnie said, with a heartfelt smile on her face.

Emmanuel also smiled, and held out his hand out of etiquette: "Hello, Miss Garcia."

The two shook hands lightly, then let go.

"Are you here alone?"

"No..." Emmanuel shook his head, "I came with my friends."

"I thought you would never come to such an entertainment occasion." Winnie said with some surprise, "Which friend can make you make an exception?"

"A business partner." Emanuel looked at Tony. The latter was already having fun, rolling the dice there happily, and didn't notice his side at all.

Tsk, what did you say to bring him to play, it is obviously the most exciting thing to play there by yourself.

Emanuel secretly spurned Tony Stark in his heart.

"It seems to be a very important partner." Winnie said, "Why didn't you play?"

"Not very interested." Emanuel smiled helplessly.

"I think so." Winnie said with a smile. "It's very rare to meet Mr. Green here. If you don't mind, I can chat with you to relieve boredom. I wonder if I have this honor?"

"Sorry, if I'm not mistaken, you have..." Emmanuel looked at the man who was standing with Winnie just now.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He's my brother. This guy doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't play two sets of Stud every day, so he doesn't care about me." Winnie followed Emmanuel's gaze and said briskly.

"..." It seems that there is no way to refuse, but Emanuel really doesn't want to agree!Wouldn't it be nice to leave him alone?

There was Stark in the front and Garcia in the back. How could he be so restless?

Emmanuel felt like he was closing in on himself again.