The correct way to attack the villain

[The new energy has research and development results, I will go to find you later. ]

In the early morning, just before dawn, Song Mo looked at the text message he just received on his phone in a daze, signed by Harry Osborn.

It's time for him, the poor little guy who just got rejected, to think about the fact that he doesn't seem to have a few days to live.

The young man patted his face twice, sat up from the bed, and greeted Peter Parker who was getting ready to go to class as he passed the living room, and then walked into the bathroom.

In the middle of brushing his teeth, Song Mo looked at the obvious dark circles under his eyes in the mirror, and said listlessly: "Bangya, I don't want to go to work."

Core intellectual brain: "Your public leave has been exhausted, and you still owe others wages for decades."

Song Mo scratched his messy hair: "So why do I, a clown heir, have to be so trustworthy when I borrow and repay." After he finished speaking, he thought about what happened yesterday, and almost pulled the hair off his hands, "And if I now I would definitely be embarrassed to run into Bruce in the office."

Bangya was silent.

To be honest, as a black fan of Bat Chou CP, he should be very happy to see the situation yesterday, but when things really happen, his feelings are somewhat complicated. He found a simple explanation from the huge background database, that is, the anthropomorphic reaction produced by the anthropomorphic emotional chip from the perspective of a third party after simulating the captain's No.1 emotion, to put it simply.

He has a little heartache.

"Trust me, Captain." The artificial intelligence brain who has read all human behavior studies said, "Let's not talk about how low the probability of the two of you appearing in the office at the same time is, even if you meet."

"The more embarrassing thing should be your boss."

Facts have proved that Bangya is right, of course, not referring to his last sentence, but the previous sentence.

The special assistant of the chairman who had been absent from work for many days woke up early, and arrived at the company half an hour before the working time, and then bumped into the chairman of the group who was already sitting on the desk in the office to handle official business.

The one-day date didn't seem to have brought any change to anyone, but they were stunned when they found themselves and each other in the office at the same time.

The imaginary embarrassment did not come as expected, and Song Mo found that he seemed to be able to deal with this kind of situation.

The young man said hello: "Good morning, boss."

Bruce glanced at him, nodded, and continued working on the paperwork in his hands.

Song Mo moved past Bruce naturally and walked into his assistant's cubicle behind the chairman's desk.

"I feel like he's not as embarrassed as you said." Song Mo looked through the office curtain of the small cubicle looking at the back of the chairman on the desk outside, "He even straightens his back than before."

Bangya: "You are the same, aren't you?"

Song Mo didn't speak.

About 5 minutes later, Alfred came in from the office with freshly brewed black tea. After seeing Song Mo, his face was full of kindness from the younger generation: "Good morning."

Song Mo also replied with a smile: "Good morning, old sir."

Alfred smiled and poured a cup of black tea for Song Moye, then turned around and sorted out the documents signed by Bruce. When he saw the latest signed one, he was stunned for a moment, turned his head and said to the young man in the assistant office: "Can you?" Go and help me print a Daggett Enterprise contract, and after printing, take it to Fox for signature and then send it here, Ginferni has the original copy they just sent this morning."

Song Mo: "Of course."

The old butler watched the young man walk out of the office, and after the sound of footsteps disappeared, he looked at Bruce: "Master, you signed the wrong document here." The old butler pointed to the Daggett enterprise contract, "You are Party A."

Bruce looked at the contract with his name stamped on the legal representative Fox's name: "..."

He took the contract in silence and crumpled it into a ball: "Let Jinferni bring a new one."

Alfred: "I asked Song Mo to get it just now." He glanced at Bruce, "If you heard."

Bruce tosses the contract into the trash can at his feet: "Obviously I don't."

Song Mo didn't know how many days Bruce saved the documents and left them to sign on this day. He seemed to be reading the contract and signing all morning. Sitting for four hours, it was not until lunch time that Alfred called him away.

Of course, the old housekeeper also invited Song Mo, but Song Mo was not rejected just two days ago, so he sat at a table with someone for dinner today, and after finding some polite words to refuse, he went to the staff restaurant alone.

Then I received countless onlookers who thought they were covering up well.

"Am I a rare species that strayed into the human world?" Song Mo picked a secluded single seat, put down the food on the plate and said in his mind, "I remember that this is not the first time I have eaten in the staff cafeteria ?”

Bangya: "Just look at today's entertainment news."

Song Mo then picked up the electronic version of the newspaper that would be prepared next to every dining table, and just turned on the entertainment channel.

The new mayoral candidate has a shocking scandal!

Catwoman's private life revealed!

Ten Private Photos of Bunny Girls You Haven't Seen!

Song Mo frowned: "What does this have to do with me?"

Bangya was a little surprised: "They did a good job in public relations this time."

Hearing this sentence, Song Mo immediately had a bad feeling in his heart, and then he heard Bang Ya say, "Shall I repeat to you the content of the entertainment news headlines last night?"

Song Mo: "... Gotham's richest man has a new partner exposed, and the other party is actually a man?"

Bangya: "There is also a big reveal of the details of the relationship between the richest man in Gotham and his new partner. There are traces to follow from this time. The richest man in Gotham has contracted the entire South Hinckley Oceanarium for his new partner. The richest man in Gotham—"

Song Mo: "Okay, I understand."

The dining table around the young man was vacant, but the circle was full of people, and some people even frantically pressed their mobile phones to send messages while secretly taking pictures of him.He ate the rest of the food on the plate expressionlessly, and when he stood up, the people around him put down the tableware in unison, and began to seize the last chance to look at him blatantly.

Song Mo: "..."

Just as he was about to walk out of the restaurant, Ms. Jin Ferni came from the corner. She was holding a plate. She was taken aback when she saw Song Mo, and then said with a smile, congratulations.

Then brushed past him.

As if the gossip had finally been confirmed by the most authoritative, the people around immediately lowered their heads and started whispering.

Song Mo... What can Song Mo do, rushing over and shaking her by the shoulder, saying that he is not him?

No matter how you look at it, it will only get darker and darker.

He could only quicken his pace, and finally almost escaped from the restaurant.

Then he spent an afternoon writing a detailed report on the rectification of Wayne Enterprises Entertainment News Department after finishing today's work.

Bruce didn't go back to the office after lunch. He heard from Alfred that he had a very important meeting in the afternoon, so the young man lay down on the table to rest after sending the report to the relevant department and confirming that the other party accepted it.

He was not woken up by a text message until one minute before leaving get off work.

Song Mo thought it was a message from Harry, stretched his body and clicked on it, but unexpectedly saw Bruce Wayne's name.

[Alfred detects signs of Mandate of Heaven in People's Park. ]

Song Mo replied briefly: [I see. ]

The moment it was sent, Bruce sent a new message.

[I'll take you back. ]

Song Mo stared at the message for a while, typed a line, thought about it, pressed delete, and threw the phone aside.After a while, he scratched his hair irritably, took back his phone, and cursed in a low voice: "Am I sick?"

[So if you send me back to Tianming, you won’t come to catch me? ]

[If they don't want anyone's attention, they won't move Gotham's richest man's car. ]

It was well-founded, and Song Mo was convinced.

So he could only sit on the public chair in the underground garage and wait until it was almost dark before Bruce finished the meeting.The man wearing a white suit shirt and a small blue vest had the word tired clearly written on his face. He held his suit jacket in one hand and stopped in front of Song Mo: "Let's go."

Song Mo nodded.

Bruce went around to the front of the car, and just about to open the door of the passenger seat for the young man, he saw Song Mo get into the back seat consciously, one step ahead.

He froze for a moment, didn't say much, sat in the driver's seat and put on his seat belt, then pressed a button.

The roof of the car is opened back, and it instantly becomes a convertible supercar.As he said, if Tianming planned to do anything to Song Mo today, the more high-profile their actions back home, the safer they would be.

Bruce stepped on the accelerator, turned around and said, "There is a piece of blueberry cake next to you, Alfred made it for you."

In fact, as soon as Song Mo got into the car, he saw the delicate little box next to him wrapped in a layer of translucent gauze bag and carefully tied with a beautiful bowknot. Hearing that it was given to him by the old housekeeper, he immediately picked up the box carefully. took a look.

From the hollow part of the box, it can be seen that it is a small square cake poured with blueberry jam. Song Mo smiled, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the old housekeeper.

[Thank you for the blueberry cake. ]

The old butler quickly replied: [You're welcome. ]

It was completely dark, and Bruce's car drove along the People's Park into the vicinity of Roland Community. As soon as it entered the living area, the feeling of being watched immediately spread from the nerves to the whole brain, even the siren hidden in the front decoration They all started shaking crazily.

The man frowned and turned off the siren, speeded up the car without saying a word, parked the car outside the gate of Roland Community, got out of the car and opened the door for Song Mo: "I'll take you up."

Song Mo didn't refuse, and walked ahead in silence. When the two got on the elevator, he casually smashed the light on the top of the elevator, and the surroundings immediately fell into darkness.After the elevator door closed, he said in a low voice: "The signal in the community is blocked."

The man behind also whispered: "I have an anti-shielding device."

Song Mo: "Six people, highly armed, and one is equipped with an anti-detector, so there is no way to determine the location, it should be in—"

The elevator reached the corresponding floor and opened to both sides——

"—at the door of my house."

Almost at the same time, separated by a corridor, the man standing at the door of Song Mo's rental house turned around.

The air froze suddenly at this moment.

Song Mo's expression changed from defensiveness at the beginning, to shock, and finally to doubt.

The man standing at his door: "Hey, do you know that you made a rich man wait at your door for almost 10 minutes?" The man tapped the watch on his wrist, "Do you know how much my 10 minutes are worth? ?"

Song Mo looked at the man's face with an extremely uncertain expression: "Mr. Stark?"

"Yes." Stark took out a red heart ring box from his chest pocket and started to walk in Song Mo's direction, "I'm not here to talk politely, I think you need to explain to me something about this ring box ——Do you still need to hire bodyguards when you go home?"

After walking a few steps, Stark finally saw clearly the man standing behind Song Mo, who was covered in shadows in the elevator.Stark froze for a moment, pulled down the pair of light red sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and after two seconds of careful identification: "Mr.—"

"Wayne?"

Bruce came out from behind the shadow, turned his eyes from the red heart ring box in Stark's hand to the other's face, and replied blankly: "Mr. Stark."

then.

silence.

Song Mo recovered from this sudden situation, and took out the key from his pocket: "This is not a place to talk, go into the room and talk."

Mrs. Roland probably never imagined that one day, two billionaires would be accommodated in her old and dilapidated rental house.

After a simple greeting, the two billionaires each occupied a single sofa, and there was a posture of not saying a word until Song Mo opened his mouth. Song Mo didn't know whether there was any grievance between them or something else. After he took off his shoes, went back to the room to put the briefcase, came out to pour water for them, and turned to the entrance to close the door, he felt like a pain in his back.

It couldn't be worse than it is now.he thinks.

Then the next moment.

Before the door could be closed, a blond young master stopped at the door of the rental house holding his ally stick.

"I called you three times and you didn't answer. I thought you were taken away by the alien forces at your door."

Song Mo: "..."