"Why don't you go, do you have nothing to do?" Mike glanced sideways at Stark, who was also slumped on the sofa.
It's almost dinner time and I have to chase away the rest of the crowd.
"I'm busy." Stark showed the chat interface with the new supermodel, and also specially showed the supermodel's photo.
Mike took a glance: ribbed figure, deep facial features, thin mouth and pure temperament.
Key pair A.
Mike muttered, "Not my thing."
The new supermodel said she was too busy at work and hadn't sunbathed in a long time.
Stark said that supermodels work really hard, working day and night.
Mike: Haha, just work hard day and night, it's you playboys who have caused this. When I think about it, I seem to be one of "you" too.
Well, it's time to combine work and rest.
The social animal fainted from crying in the toilet.
Stark asked her where she worked.
The supermodel said Long Beach.
Stark said that he happened to have a luxury double-decker yacht near Long Beach, which was perfect for sunbathing. He asked her if she needed help applying sunscreen.
The supermodel said Stark is so considerate and a true gentleman.
Mike: "The fake chat smells like plastic and is disgusting."
Stark sneered, "Jealousy, naked jealousy."
Mike:"Haha, get out!"
Stark: "The yacht is so big, I should invite a few more supermodels to sunbathe together. If I apply sunscreen, won't it be too hard on my own?"
Mike: "How about I help? Helping others is my greatest advantage."
Stark rolled his eyes. "Shameless, right? And... didn't I say it's not your thing?"
Mike: "Picky eating is not good for your health. And there are so many dishes in the world. You have to try them before you know whether you like them or not. I have a great appetite and have had a dream since I was a child to become a gourmet."
The innocent Peter on the side had a vague feeling that the conversation was a bit inappropriate, but there was no evidence.
Stark asked, "What to eat at night?"
Mike:"Does what we eat have anything to do with you?"
Stark reminds. "Supermodel, sunbathe, sunscreen."
Three keywords made Mike lose his moral integrity and immediately changed his words: "Hot pot."
"Old Earl!" Mike shouted to Old Earl at the cashier, "I'll pass by the fresh food supermarket later and buy more radishes and potatoes. I'll have two more people to eat at night."
Mike includes Happy.
Stark: "I called Pepper over too."
"Three." Mike looked at Peter, who was lowering his head to hide the squirming Adam's apple, and sighed, "Fuck... four!"
Mike wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the bank account has a billion US dollar, otherwise I would be broke."
Peter burst into tears.
The figure in the sunset is his screaming youth.
Stark called Pepper. After hanging up the phone, his expression was puzzled.
"What's wrong? You're not coming?" Mike asked.
"Come on, the tone is very cold. I don't know what Pepper is thinking... I don't understand. It's just other women."
"Haha, you know how to understand other women. It's just that you have touched the mountains and explored the tunnels. Is this also called understanding women? What an international joke!" Mike said, "It's very simple. Revealing the identity of Iron Man can indeed increase the group's stock price. But have you discussed it with Pepper? Who can withstand surprise attacks all the time? Besides, is Pepper just your personal assistant? Superheroes may sound like a big deal, but they are also super dangerous, right? It's your identity that is public."
Stark said, "Then what should we do?"
"I apologize. Chi Guo did a three-and-a-half-turn in the air on the ice and snow, landed on the ground with a Thomas pirouette, and then performed a ten-meter long slide to kneel down and get down."
Stark glared. "You are so funny to me!"
"Yes, isn't it obvious enough?" Mike pressed his nose, "My own woman, I made my own mistakes, and then you ask me what should I do?"
Mike Get up.
"Why are you going?" Stark asked.
"Prepare the soup base. Do you think everyone is as idle as you?"
After saying this, Peter and Old Earl stared at Mike.
If nothing happens, just do it. People with paralysis have the nerve to say so!
Don't have any B numbers in mind?
Mike prepares the mandarin duck pot as usual, half bone soup and half red soup.
At first Stark looked at the red soup and hesitated, "Can the food cooked by this thing be eaten? I won't even touch it to death!"
Then there is the law of true fragrance.
"You can't eat spicy food!" Mike said to Stark who was watching from the sidelines doing nothing.
"Why!" Stark protested.
Mike stared at Stark's chest.
Stark took a step back vigilantly, crossing his hands defensively, "I don't have any hobbies in that area."
"Get out!"
Stark is just joking, he knows what Mike means. Arc Reactor relies on palladium to maintain its operation, and he has begun to show signs of palladium poisoning.
It is not serious at the moment, but the body's immune system cannot eliminate palladium, and it accumulates in the body bit by bit, which will kill Stark sooner or later.
Theoretically speaking, Stark should quit drinking, quitting sex, and not eating spicy food, especially spicy food. Imagine a life like that, Stark thinks it would be better to shoot him dead. On this point, Mike agrees with Stark.
What's more, it's not that there are no solutions. Stark currently mainly solves the problem from two aspects:
One, perform an operation to remove the fatal piece of shrapnel that is flowing toward the heart.
Second, find elements that can replace palladium and are harmless to the body.
Stark has consulted with Stark about surgery. The risk is very high and he may not be able to get off the operating table. Stark is also worried.
As for the element that can replace palladium, it has not been found yet.
Stark's heart moved. "Is there anything you can do?"
"Yes."
"Really?!" Stark suddenly became excited.
"Well, really." Mike said calmly, "First, let me help you take out the shrapnel..."
Hearing what Mike said, Stark was immediately disappointed. He consulted the top medical experts in the world, and the answers they gave were similar: the risk is very high. Could it be that Mike could find a more skilled doctor?
Mike: "I know what you are thinking. I really don't have a better way to be a medical student, but don't forget that in addition to science, this world also has supernatural powers."
Mike gave a "chestnut", "For example, Magneto, his ability is to control metal, and can easily break down small shrapnel into smaller particles, and finally naturally excreted from the body, painlessly and without risk. Of course, I am just giving a chestnut.", there is no risk in using Magneto's ability to treat, but that person himself is a risk, do you dare to trust him? Also, your suit is an out-and-out iron shell, have you made any plans to deal with Magneto or similar abilities?"
"Um..."
"It's best to think about it, otherwise it will be a disaster." Mike thought of Wolverine. This guy would probably only get beaten if he met Magneto.
With Stark's brain, it should be possible to develop something like "anti-magnetic field".
Mike suddenly threw up the kitchen knife.
Just when Stark thought the kitchen knife was about to hit the chopping board, the knife suddenly floated in the air, motionless.
"I can use my mental power to pull the shrapnel to a less dangerous position, and then take it out through surgery." Mike said, "The ugly thing to say is that my mental power is not strong enough and precise enough, so there are risks. However, you still have time to think about it, so don't rush."