Los Angeles.
Four days passed in the blink of an eye.
Tony's luxurious oceanfront villa, which had been stripped down to a bare shell, had now been restored to its former splendor.
The sight made Yang Bo's fingers itch.
Watching Tony onstage, Yang Bo felt rather resigned. A purely Western wedding really was boring to him. It was far too civilized.
Still...
Last night had been pretty good.
At the thought, Yang Bo couldn't help pressing his lips together. Rich people really knew how to have fun. A nouveau riche like him, who had suddenly stumbled into wealth, couldn't keep up with the trends at all.
But that was fine. If things kept going like this, sooner or later he would be the trend. Then people would copy him even when he smoked a cigarette.
He had no idea what Tony was thinking, choosing Ivan and War Machine, Rhodey, as his groomsmen.
Still, standing next to those two does make Tony look younger and fairer... Wait, was that his plan all along? That's just like you, Tony.
Yang Bo marveled at it, while Skye beside him watched with rapt attention, her eyes reddening and filling with tears.
Yang Bo shook his head gently. Women were like that, especially once they reached marriageable age. Watching someone else's wedding, they always imagined themselves in it.
Unlike men, who only thought about which bridesmaid was pretty.
"Yang Bo!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yang Bo turned to find Coulson.
"Coulson, long time no see. I didn't see you earlier, so I thought you were away on a mission and wouldn't be coming back."
Coulson smiled helplessly and sat beside Yang Bo. Glancing at the radiant Tony onstage, he said, "I really did almost miss it."
"I was still at the mission site just a