[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Tony looked at Brody with an 'I knew it' expression.

"Well, so is there something wrong with my actions?"

"...I was the one who found him, too," Brody said emphatically, "and I bandaged its wounds, Mr. Stark."

Tony: "..."

Brody: "..."

The next second, the two looked at the puppy on the chair cushion with a small bandage, blinking and looking at them with big wet eyes.

Tony: "Then let the little guy choose which name he chooses."

Brody: "Yes." After a pause, he then added, "If it responds to any name, it means it likes which one, and no one is allowed to play tricks."

Tony snorted, "I never do that kind of thing."

Tony simply sat on the blanket, propped his chin with his hands, and said nonchalantly, "You can come first, Brody, lest you say that I bullied you as an elder."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Stark, you are only one year older than me," Brody couldn't help but reply, then turned his head to look at the puppy, and softened his voice.

"Brian."

The puppy tilted its head and barked softly: "...Wow."

Brody couldn't help showing a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the puppy's round head. He struggled abruptly from the joy of stroking the dog, and turned to look at Tony with the corners of his mouth raised high.

"It likes the name."

The smile on Tony's face faded, and Brody said again: "You lost, Mr. Stark."

Tony squinted at the slightly smug expression on Brody's face, raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and approached the chair. His actions seemed to attract the puppy's attention, causing him to turn his head and see to Tony.

Under its gaze, Tony opened his mouth and pronounced his name in a low voice: "Start."

The puppy stared at Tony with wide open eyes, didn't move, and didn't open its mouth.

Brody put his fist to his lips and coughed, and when he was about to say something, he heard a 'woof', which froze the smile he was about to show.

"Wow——" this time it was Tony's turn to be proud, he lengthened the ending, and looked back at Brody with that kind of smile on his face that made people feel itchy fists, "Look, it also likes this name .”

Brody: "..." He was thinking about whether to obey his will and give this bastard a punch, when Tony suddenly said, "Let's call him Brian."

Brody's eyes widened slightly.

Tony raised his hand and touched his nose, and his eyes turned aside, not looking at Brody, as if there was a new attraction for him in the bedroom that he had observed once.

"It's just a name."

"you sure?"

"of course."

Brody shrugged his shoulders. Although he didn't know why Stark had competed with him for the right to be named before, he chose to give up after the two sides had a tie, but whatever, Brody was happy to accept such a result anyway. , I have a slightly better impression of Tony.

If this is a game world, then you can see that at the previous banquet, Brody had a negative impression of Tony Stark, and at this moment, a line of words will float above his head——

[Ding, Brody's impression of Tony Stark +1, current impression score -99]

So the name of this puppy was decided, and Brody hoped that it would grow up healthy and full of strength just like the meaning of the name, at least not like his owner, who vomited blood when he was slightly hit. Body.

"Still, does Stat mean anything, Mr. Stark?"

Because the impression points returned a little bit, Brody also thought of this question when he got up and put the medicine box back to its original position.

Taking a picture of the puppy with his mobile phone, Tony, who was fiddling with his head down, said casually: "statt, TT is the abbreviation of TrustInTyche, and the name of the goddess of fortune in ancient Greek mythology is Tyche," Tony stopped at this point When he raised his head, his eyes fell on the puppy whose hair was so messy that the original color could not be seen. His voice became deep and magnetic, with a feeling of gentle whispering between lovers.

"As if it was lucky to be found by you and me on this cold night..."

"May luck be with it forever."

Brody blinked, and said sincerely: "The meaning of this name is beautiful."

Tony looked up at him, and said abruptly, "It's okay, I don't mind it being changed to this name now."

"I don't mind," Brody said angrily, and he glanced at Tony, "I think the meaning of my name is also very good."

Tony chuckled, he put the phone back in his pocket, and watched the expression on Brody's face without showing a trace, he felt that at least little Wayne shouldn't be as unwelcome as he was in the garden now .

"cough."

"If your throat is uncomfortable, you can pour yourself a glass of water, Mr. Stark, if you don't mind only having cold tea." Brody said casually, without the feeling of disgust before, more like subconsciously He replied, as if he was used to this kind of dialogue.

Tony wasn't angry, firstly because he had a good feeling for Brody, and secondly because he had said something wrong before - being able to make Tony, who has always been himself, realize this at least proves that he is still a man. Bounded bastard—so he just coughed again, and only spoke when Brody frowned at him.

"About what I said at the previous banquet," Tony's facial features were a little wrinkled. He really didn't adapt to this kind of confession, which made him feel very awkward, but he continued, "You know Yes, I think you should have smelled... ok."

Tony's shoulders drooped, he took a long breath, and said quickly: "At that time, my brain was flooded with alcohol, so you can think that I was not sober at the time."

Brody was taken aback: "...what?"

Tony: "You can take everything I said back then as if it didn't exist."

Brody: "..." He thought about Tony's words, tilted his head, and said uncertainly, "So, are you apologizing to me, Mr. Stark?"

Tony's tone seemed dry: "Whatever you think."

Brody blinked, staring at Tony, he felt that this bastard seemed... not as hateful as before, so he said, "Okay, I accept it." Yes, but Brody recalled it at this moment, and suddenly felt that Tony gave up the right to name the puppy before probably, maybe, maybe there was this reason in it.

Tony's body relaxed. For him, this incident was equivalent to turning over the chapter and non-existent. This made Tony immediately return to his previous personality, and the lazy look appeared on his face again, which seemed a little frivolous. smile.

"However, I am not wrong about some things," Tony said, "The weapons manufactured by the Stark Group are among the top in the world, if you need—"

"Thank you for your kindness," Brody said helplessly, "but I don't think I really need it, at least not now."

"Are you sure?" Tony didn't quite believe it, it was rare for him to give advice so kindly, and he was a little unwilling to give up his authenticity, "To be honest, your brother looks more pleasing to the eye than you, look at him His taste in dressing is worse than yours, that stuffy suit style makes me wonder if he came from hundreds of years ago, and his cufflinks, oh my god, a good diamond polished It's awful to be like that—"

"Hey, Mr. Stark."

Brody interrupted him, Tony stopped talking, and was a little displeased that he was stopped from continuing to complain, only to find that Brody's face didn't look very good.

Brody took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's hard for him to imagine the existence of such a person - one second you think he seems to have a good personality, and the next second you want to punch him and make him shut his mouth.

"First of all, my brother and I have a really good relationship."

"Secondly—"

"That cufflink was a birthday present for Bruce that I made myself."

Tony: "..."

But this time Brody was not as angry as at the banquet, probably because he already knew that Stark had such a personality, maybe it wasn't malicious, but sometimes this kind of self-righteousness did cause embarrassment to others unintentionally. Category.

Brody's approach to this is, as long as Stark's words are in the left ear and out in the right ear, and only the most core information is captured.

"I have to go down." Brody raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It has been about 10 minutes since he left the banquet hall. "What about you, Mr. Stark?"

The expression on Tony's face returned to normal, pretending that nothing happened just now, and said calmly, "I'll go down with you."

The puppy Brian was placed in a temporary nest. Brody planned to let him have a good rest in the bedroom. Tony stood by the door with his chest in his arms and watched. After Brody finished, he reached out and held the door handle, twist it open.

"Shh-"

The moment the bedroom door was opened, a figure fell from the sky, dressed in a cold light, and attacked the person behind the door.

All this happened so fast, a long knife was reflected in Tony's pupils, and when it was about to penetrate his chest, his body was slightly sideways, avoiding it dangerously, and a strip of high-quality clothes was cut from his chest crack.

One hit missed, this strange man didn't retreat, he didn't even look at Tony who was dodging in a panic, he tiptoed hard, and jumped towards Brody who was not far away. The man's speed was extremely fast, and he stabbed Brody. Di's knife was held firmly, and he was sure that there was no way this young man could evade his knife with his vain footsteps.

"Wang!"

"Pong!"

"Oh!"

Multiple voices mingled together, and the plaster statue rolled down on the ground. Tony didn't even have time to be surprised that the object he threw in an emergency really hit him, so he hurried forward, pushed away and fell on Brody's body. body man.

The face of the young man who was crushed to the ground turned pale, and in just a few seconds, sweat began to seep from his forehead. He looked at Tony with worried eyes, and opened his mouth, trying to tell him that he was fine, but the blood stains came faster than his words. spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Tony's pupils constricted, and his body looked at the long knife that fell on the carpet beside him faster than his brain could react.

The cold light of the long knife was cold, without a trace of blood.