Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 152 Tony's Current Situation
Because of Dior's arrival, Irene had the most perfect birthday in her life.

Although her parents had prepared birthday gifts for her early, and they were all expensive, but in her memory, the whole family gathered to celebrate her birthday only a few times, and they were all when she was young. Sometimes, the memory is a little fuzzy.

This time, although she still couldn't wait for her busy parents to accompany her, she was very moved by so many classmates, sisters, and Dior who sang birthday songs for her, and everyone shared the birthday cake. It turned into a cream fight, making a mess.
After the birthday party, the parents of each family came to pick up their children and go home.

They can still be heard chattering about what happened before in the house. It can be seen that they are still extremely excited and can't wait to share it with their families.

And their family members also yelled and yelled very cooperatively, satisfying the children's desire to share, but no one really took it to heart.

"It was a hugely successful birthday party."

That night, Dior was stayed in the villa overnight by the jealous Jessica, but Irene got into her sister's room at the last moment. My favorite little snowball was "banished" to hide in the den and looked at the empty room mournfully.

In this regard, Jessica had no choice but to give Dior an apologetic look.

But she didn't notice the smug expression and nose that Irene was hiding while hugging her tightly.

"I will not let you succeed!"

But in the middle of the night, after she couldn't help falling asleep, a figure quietly got out of bed and slipped out.
As the saying goes, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high. Irene's narrow-mindedness obviously can't play with an "old fox" like her sister.

After a long time, a slightly tired figure walked in lightly again. Seeing that Irene hadn't woken up, she breathed a sigh of relief and fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, when Irene opened her eyes, the first thing she did was to make sure her sister was still in the room. When she saw her sister sleeping like a 'pig' and even snoring slightly, she immediately shrugged. He smiled with his nose, and at the same time was proud of his wit yesterday.

After breakfast, Dio drove back to the restaurant amidst Jessica's yawn and Erin's reluctant gaze.

As for finding a new residence and dealing with the bombed villa he rented before, although Natasha used her position to help him solve the troubles with the police, the follow-up problems were still difficult to deal with. The insurance company actually wanted to put this shit on him, the tenant, and refused to pay compensation.

This annoyed the owner of the villa very much and involved him, even though this matter did have something to do with him.

Fortunately, after Jessica learned about it, she offered to help him deal with these matters. Dio hated trouble, so he asked her to deal with it. In her own words, it would be done within three days.

Coincidentally, just after he attended the little girl Irene's birthday party, Pepper sent a text message, saying that the restaurant has been booked for Saturday night, and the address is attached below.

In fact, he was quite curious about what Tony had concocted by shutting himself up at home during this period of time. With this guy's genius level, it was impossible not to discover the fact that he had been poisoned by palladium, not to mention he had reminded him last time.

"If he can't think of a way to save himself, won't this guy regard vegetable juice as a 'savior'?"

Dio thought about it maliciously. Ordinary vegetable juice has little effect, so how can it be compared with his special vegetable juice? If Tony really holds a big glass of vegetable juice with a sad face every day. That picture really wants to It's funny to think about it!

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At the same time, in the coastal villa, Tony, who had been hiding in the studio for several days without seeing the sun, was startled by Pepper who broke in suddenly.

"What? Having dinner with that guy? Oh, I might be hallucinating, can you say it again, please?"

Tony almost jumped to his feet after hearing that Pepper had booked a restaurant for Jodie to dine with this Saturday in his name!

"It's the same no matter how many times I say it. If you don't go at 8:[-] this Saturday night, I will resign immediately. I'm not joking with you this time, Tony!"

Little Pepper's serious look frightened Tony a little, he could only slow down his tone, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "Okay, okay, you are the president and you have the final say, I hope the location is not in some lunatic's place 'Beauty' restaurant."

Pepper, who had been officially appointed by Tony as the president of Stark Industries, ignored the weird tone behind him and informed him directly, "It's your favorite restaurant."

Then she stopped speaking in a harsh tone, but persuaded softly: "Tony, we have to have a good talk this time, you can't hide it from me, your body is getting worse every day, right? If you don't believe Dior, we can go to the hospital to see, with the current level of medical treatment, we will definitely be able to."

"I'm sorry Pepper, I'm about to start work, can you please let Jarvis close the door when you leave?"

Tony interrupted Pepper's concern at once, then turned around and began to jingle.

Seeing this, Pepper could only sigh helplessly, and then left. Of course, she didn't forget to ask Jarvis to close the door and remind Tony to eat on time.

After Pepper left, Tony threw away the small hammer in his hand, was silent for a while, then picked up the cup he secretly hid when Pepper came in, and drank the green liquid inside.

At this time, Jarvis's voice also sounded simultaneously, "Sir, is today's lunch the same?"

"Uh, let me think about it. Today I want to change the taste. How about adding more tomato juice? Yesterday's excessive celery juice makes me want to throw up now. It was a nightmare experience. How to adjust this thing It will taste better."

Tony put down his glass, complaining non-stop, and then slowly fell silent again.

After about tens of seconds, he plunged into the endless work again, as if only in this way could he temporarily forget everything and fear.

And his efforts during this period have also been greatly rewarded. The development of the Mark Armor is getting smoother and smoother. He even made portable improvements based on the troublesome wearing of the Mark Armor, which greatly enhanced flexibility.

In this regard, he is an out-and-out genius.

(End of this chapter)