Princess Disease

After Jarvis threw a bomb|bomb, he stopped talking, hiding his merit and fame.

Embarrassment, embarrassment, regret and other emotions flashed across Tony's face. For a moment, he really wanted to find a time machine to travel back to the past 3 minutes, or put his mouth in his mouth before Jarvis spoke. Block it, or just throw yourself out of the office.

Countless thoughts swirled back and forth in Tony's brain, like shoals of carp eagerly vying for food, surfacing one after another, but he still couldn't pick out a carp with real magic power to help him solve the problem perfectly. crisis.Feeling dizzy, Tony simply covered his face with one hand and secretly observed Isabella's expression through his fingers.

Isabella sat upright on the sofa, showing no emotion at all to Jarvis' words, as if she didn't hear it at all.

"Hey, baby," Tony thought for a while, and finally decided to start with the easiest difficulty, such as the bodyguard interview in full swing outside the door: "Well, let's go home first, what about the bodyguard, although you don't like it. , but it is still necessary..."

"Okay," Isabella interrupted Tony, she looked straight at him: "I've changed my mind, I need a bodyguard."

Tony acted like a loving father and persuaded him earnestly: "... bringing bodyguards has many advantages. They can help you carry your bags when you go shopping—what did you say?"

Tony stared at Isabella with wide eyes.

"Father," Isabella said slowly, "I said, I agree with your proposal."

Tony:  …

According to Tony's experience, he should grind for at least an hour to change the stubborn baby girl's mind.Tony has already made preparations for a long-term war of resistance. He didn't expect that the Long March just started hemming and hawing, and then he played the triumphant song of victory.

When things go wrong, there must be fraud—this is one of the tenets of life that Tony has always believed in.

Besides, Isabella has a habit of calling Tony Daddy when she's being coquettish, calling Tony Dad when she's happy, and calling Tony Father seriously only when she's unhappy.

The alarm in Tony's mind sounded quickly, remembering his daughter's style of doing something every few days to get his father's attention, he asked vigilantly, "Why?"

A bit of just-right doubt floated on Isabella's face, and she asked politely: "Isn't this your request, father?"

"It's good to have a bodyguard," Isabella sighed softly, and said to herself: "On the bright side, he can still accompany me shopping and eating with me—"

"In this case, father, please help me hire someone who is more handsome," Isabella's eyes gradually brightened as she spoke, and she tilted her head to look at Tony: "Look at his face, I Can you eat three more bowls of rice?"

With a crisp sound of "snap", Tony pinched the cap of the pen in his hand.

Three "fathers"!Bad thing!Sure enough, I still care that I didn't remember her birthday!

If Jarvis had an entity, Tony would hold him and growl: "Why don't you remind me ahhh!"

As if with a heart-to-heart connection, the computer screen on Tony’s desk lit up, and the schedule program popped up. The first thing that caught his eye was a row of blood-red characters with three exclamation marks, which looked very shocking: Miss Bella’s Birthday! ! !

There is a parenthesis after the exclamation mark, which contains the following sentence: Mr. has been reminded, it seems that the effect is not great/suggested to remind once an hour/suggestion rejected.

Jarvis: Don't try to blame me.

Tony: ...Is there such a thing?How can I not remember?

"When does the interview start?" Isabella raised her wrist and looked at her watch: "Do you want to go with me?"

"Go, there are still 10 minutes," Tony wiped away the sad tears, and decided to try to make up for his mistakes from now on: "I will personally check for you."

"Alright," Isabella nodded. She stood up and walked to the office door, opened it, and blinked back at Tony, "This way I can still have time to catch up with your assistant interview."

Tony was taken aback: "Assistant interview?"

Isabella didn't speak, she hugged the door and shook it, cast a meaningful look at Tony, and spun out with light steps like dancing.From being dragged into the office by Tony until now, Isabella has really shown the meaning of "happy".

"Wait!" Tony felt something was wrong, he stood up and chased after Isabella: "Please tell me clearly, what assistant interview?"

Just as Tony walked to the interview waiting area at the end of the corridor, he saw Hubby leading a large group of girls with good figures and beautiful faces to stop in front of the elevator and talk to Isabella in a low voice.

Tony walked over quickly, put his hand on Isabella's shoulder to prevent her from sneaking away: "What are you doing?"

"Miss asked me to lead these ladies who applied for the job upstairs." Happy raised the tablet in his hand to Tony, on which were densely listed the information of all the girls who had been selected for the preliminary examination.

Ignoring the beauties' affectionate glances, Tony frowned: "When did I say I was going to hire an assistant? Who posted the recruitment notice? What the hell is the HR department doing?"

Habi was stunned for a moment: "This..."

"Take it away, take it all away" Tony waved impatiently: "I don't need an assistant—"

"Father," Isabella raised her head and gave Tony a sly smile, "We all think you need it."

Tony sensitively captured the quantifier in Isabella's words: "You?"

"Boss," Habi finally found the opportunity to speak: "Don't you know about this? The old man called the personnel department himself to inform you yesterday, saying that you want a smart and capable assistant with strong performance..."

Tony: ...I knew it was you two who joined forces to do it!What sins did I do in my previous life, and in this life, you treat my grandparents like this!

Thinking of Howard lying on the hospital bed and insisting that the nurse who took care of him must choose a pretty girl; Tony felt a headache that couldn't be worse.

Tony stared at Isabella, who couldn't hide her teasing smile, through the shadows surrounded by fragrant clothes and sideburns, and then he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Isabella, who was sitting in the waiting area watching the show. Natasha, with a provocative smile on her face: "Then I want her."

"It's good to have an assistant," Tony sighed pretentiously with one hand on his hip, and imitated Isabella's expression when she spoke to him before: "On the bright side, she can still accompany me to the banquet and eat with me Woolen cloth."

"Looking at such a beautiful assistant, I'm sure I can eat three more bowls of rice."

Natasha lying innocently: Meow meow? ? ?

What's the matter with my wife?