Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

Chapter 231

The next day.

After a long absence, Lak fell asleep again, and he didn't wake up until the midday sun shone on his face from the window.

After a brief wash, he walked out of the room in that cute SpongeBob pajamas.

Not to mention, he was used to wearing monotonous black, white and gray suits, and he thought the clothes on him looked pretty.

If someone says ugly, he doesn't mind reasoning with others.

As we all know, the people of the Stark family are gentle, kind and polite.

The New York Times can attest to this.

As lunch time approached, the hotel staff walked back and forth in the corridor, and when they saw Lark, they all bowed down to pay tribute.

"Hi boss."

"Hi boss."

When Lark was away, in order to maintain the majesty of the Dark Knight and Stark's name, he somewhat held it up.

Back at "home" you don't have to think about it so much.

With a smile on his face, he put his left hand in his pocket, his body drooped casually, and his right hand waved in the air to greet everyone, highlighting his laziness and casualness:
"Hi, hello, are you going to have lunch?"

"Yes boss, it's dinner time."

"Okay, then you go, I won't delay you, eat more, don't save me money, Stark is not short of money."

"Don't worry, boss, we won't treat ourselves badly, so let's go."

The employee laughed and nodded, turned and walked into the elevator.

After the door closed, a few words were faintly transmitted:
The boss is so kind.

The boss is so nice.

The boss's clothes are so beautiful, I want to buy one too.

Luke looked down at SpongeBob SquarePants on his chest and smiled.

rooftop.

It's still the same position, the same table, the difference is that there is a parasol beside it.

A handsome uncle is sitting below, drinking a drink leisurely.

"Hey, Winston, why are you here?"

Surprised, Lak walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"I heard that the boss was attacked by a durian last night, so I came to rescue him this morning."

Winston smiled slightly, and tapped the glass with his fork as he spoke.

"Dangdang."

With two crisp sounds, the roof door opened, and several waiters came out pushing the dining car.

"when."

"when."

"when."

"when."

Four very exaggerated plates with a diameter of thirty centimeters were brought to the table, covered with a silver metal cover, and the inside could not be seen.

Lak smiled, pointed at the metal cover, and said, "What is this, I'm going to let me guess, it's still a surprise for me."

"Haha, of course it's a surprise for the boss, but the boss can guess if he wants to."

Winston raised his hand to signal the waiter not to open the lid yet, and looked at Lark with a smile.

"How about it, boss, do you want to try it?"

"Just try it, but I have a question, do you know what kind of dish is in it?"

"Yes, but don't know which is which, what do you mean?"

"Let's see who gets the most guesses. Prizes. When the girl group arrives, you pick one."

Lark sat upright, trying to put some pressure on Winston on the opposite side, but his aura was completely destroyed by the kawaii sweater.

Winston raised his eyebrows, nourished by both keel water and dragon power.

The hair is black and thick, the age spots on the face have disappeared, and the eyes are no longer cloudy, and they are full of energy.

He looks like a middle-aged uncle in his 40s, the kind who is handsome and handsome.

A favorite of middle-aged women.

As a man, especially from a 70-year-old waste man back to 40-year-old, Winston has lived a very nourishing life recently.

There are several lovers, all of which still have charm and are worth a lot of money.

It has made countless young people envious and eager to replace it.

Now that he has the opportunity to try a girl group, he suddenly became interested.

Oh man.

Winston dismissed the waiter, put his hand on the silver cover in front of him, and his expression gradually became serious.

Lark on the opposite side made the same move, holding the handle with a dignified expression.

A man is a boy until death.

Rucker: "One, two, three, let's go."

After the words fell, Winston suddenly lowered his head, and a golden light appeared in his eyes.

Compared with reaction speed, strength, he is definitely not as fast as the boss. In this case, I will not waste time to remove the cover, and directly enlarge the move - perspective.

Sure enough, Lak didn't expect him to magnify his move when he came up, and was caught off guard.

Fortunately, the dragon power in his body crushed Winston, he reacted after 0.01 seconds, blinked his eyes, and two golden lights shot out and covered the cover, blocking Winston's sight.

Winston was blinded by the golden light and couldn't see anything. He didn't panic, and tried to lift the cover with both hands.

He knows which four dishes are served at noon, and he can guess the dishes just by smelling them.

A gap was opened in the silver metal cover, and a vague fragrance came out along the gap.

"Clang clang..."

"when!"

According to the rules of infamy, Lark's hands were not allowed to leave his metal cover, so he lifted his foot and shot a ray of golden light across the flower bed next to him.

"Hurrah..."

Purple lavender and red roses swayed, and the fragrance of flowers passed through the two of them along the wind.

Winston twitched his nose, broke into a smile, and exclaimed:
"Rose steak, lavender milk tea."

Haha, you're not losing, I'll read the name upside down... Lak was overjoyed, and a smile also appeared on his face.

The hood in front of him has been opened, and the dishes can be seen at a glance.

"Mango cod, a glass of orange juice."

"Hahaha, Winston, you lost."

Lak laughed loudly, put the mask aside, took a sip of orange juice, put his eyes on the opposite side, and was ready to watch the show.

Winston said nothing, shook his head and sighed, and gently removed the hood.

"Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhrhhhhhhhhh why?"

On the plate on the left is a tomahawk steak, the red sauce is appetizing, and a few red petals are placed on the edge.

On the right is a purple drink which, needless to say, is lavender.

Self-defeating.

He shot himself in the foot.

I screwed myself up.

Lak couldn't say anything, so he chose to bury his head in cooking.

After drinking and eating, the awkward atmosphere passed by with the wind.

The two leaned on the deck chairs and basked in the sun leisurely.

Winston revealed the real purpose of coming to the hotel today: "Boss, you will never guess who Killian contacted after he escaped that night."

Lak was still depressed about what happened just now, mainly because the flower bed opposite him happened to be purple lavender and roses.

He turned over and said lazily, "Who?"

"Vice President Laydon."

"...No impression."

"After the Chitauri invasion ended, the president established the second vice-presidential position in order to prevent the federal high-level from being kidnapped collectively again."

"Oh, and then what?"

"Rayden was provisionally elected from Tennessee, so I don't know that the president and they have a handle on you, and they cooperated with Killian to try to pour dirty water on the Dark Knight."

Lak is still not interested: "Oh, what's behind."

Winston continued: "The special team took advantage of the heavy rain to sneak into the villa, killed all the guards and dropped them on the beams. When Leiden woke up, he almost died of fright."

"It's really scary. What about their family members, did they kill them?"

"I'm not an executioner, of course I didn't move."

"Hehe, you should keep those words to coax your little lover."

(End of this chapter)