Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Had it not been for the sound of the bill, he had been mentally prepared in advance, and now he would have to drop the glass in his hand.

He pondered for a moment, and put the wine glass on the table.Walked two steps back to open the green employee door, and said to the bill, "Go in."

Bill: "I refuse."

Stark also said, "Wait, make things clear-it's impossible, who is your mother? No, I mean..." He barely calmed down and put on a calm tone, "I don't remember I have had such a romantic past with anyone."

Zhang Dianyu asked subconsciously: "Really?"

The bill is also serious: "I don't believe it."

Stark: "..."

"It's true...but it's hard to tell which one it is." Stark can only spread his hands. "To be honest, I want to provide an idea-don't you think from the appearance, you may have found the wrong one." People? For example, a famous straw-bag playboy, I think you look a bit like him."

He glanced at Zhang Dianyu: "Your...adopted son? His biological father can't be me. Believe me, the polymer materials department of Stark Industries has ensured this a long time ago."

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark with the look of a scumbag.

Although the bill is not his pot, it does not sound very good.

Stark: "Seriously? It's hard to accept. Besides, look at his hair color and blue eyes-the most likely thing is some merciless rich guy."

Before Zhang Dianyu answered, the bill answered with certainty: "It is Anthony Edward Stark that made me appear in the world."

"But not you."

"Do you know how crazy this sounds?" Stark's expression seemed to have heard something unreasonable—and it was true.

"I understand." The bill thought for a while and said, "but you are not allowed to know why."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark spread his hand, exhaled for a while with his nostrils, and turned to Zhang Dianyu.

Zhang Dianyu met his gaze, thought for a moment, opened the green employee door and walked into the bedroom.

Anyway, he will definitely not explain this matter for the bill-as long as the explanation is "I am mentally ill", he will not take the blame.

Stark outside looked at the back of the warden who suddenly turned and left, with question marks on his face.

"Wait," he walked over and found that the door was locked, and he could only knock twice. "Mr. Warden?! Don't you plan to tell me clearly about this?"

"..." Zhang Dianyu: "No plan."

Stark fell silent for a moment.

To be honest, he has encountered many such confession scenes-of course, no appraisal found to be true.However, like this time, no one wanted to clarify what was going on. It was his first experience.

He turned his head and saw the black-haired and blue-eyed little boy picking up the mop from the ground and making two gestures to the back of his head seriously, feeling a touch of despair.

This kid doesn't look very smart...but it's not like the kids who were instructed in the past.He was neither confused nor excited, and he was even quite sure of their relationship-it was outrageous.

Take a closer look that they do look a little like.But Stark couldn't help but fall into the memory. Has he had a long-term intersection with a woman with dark hair and blue eyes?

Ten minutes later, Strange sat behind the desk of the psychiatrist, crossing his fingers, looking at Stark indifferently.

"I don't want to sit in this position and talk to you about this issue." Stark said, "You come over, or I will go over - otherwise it will appear that something is wrong with me."

"You have twenty minutes," Strange glanced at his watch. "The last patient ended treatment early, so you can sit here. The sofa you sit on in twenty minutes belongs to my new patient."

"..." Stark: "Someone just said he is my son!"

Strange: "Is that the only thing?"

Stark: "?!"

"This can only prove that there is no problem with your fertility. It has nothing to do with your mental state, and it has nothing to do with me." Strange said, "Any other things?"

"You didn't have this attitude when you had a mental problem with the gossip warden just now!" Stark held his arm, "and I listened carefully."

"I can also not share the information with any organization or individual." Strange said indifferently, "If this is your request-and you were very happy just now, just ask questions."

Stark: "..."

"The problem is that I can't have a son!" He opened his hands. "As a friend, can't you comment on this?"

Strange looked at him for a while, took a post-it from the side, wrote a string of numbers and a name on it, tore it down and handed it to Stark: "This is a paternity test run by an old friend of mine. If this is what you need."

Stark took a deep breath: "I need the comfort of a friend." Is this hard to understand?

"I understand." Strange frowned. "Of course you found the wrong person."

Stark: "..."

But it is impossible for him to leave prison like this.

Although he has always been called "irresponsible", he is actually not that exaggerated.Most of the time, he will let the artificial intelligence butler record the matter and deal with it-if the matter is beyond the authority of an AI, then it will be transferred to Pepper.

Even though he looked like that kind of person, Tony Stark couldn't think of it as having never happened when he heard that he had a son.

The office door was locked, and he knocked hard: "Mr. Warden, I can hear your footsteps."

"You will still hear my voice," Zhang Dianyu replied calmly, "but you still can't get in."

The wall that had always been destroyed for a long time was actually rebuilt in dozens of minutes, and Stark took a breath-not only the appearance of this wall is weird, but it also shows the prison Mr. Chang's attitude.

He just didn't want to continue entangled in this matter.

Stark continued knocking on the door: "Mr. Warden, I must know what's going on."

"These are all that little thing said, and it has nothing to do with me." The warden's voice came from the office, "I won't say a word about this, and it's useless to ask."

"Why?!" Stark asked loudly.

"..." Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment: "Because I... don't have mental illness."

Stark’s knocking hand paused, and then he remembered: "Yes, Mr. Warden, we can talk about your mental state later, but you shouldn’t avoid it—and another. Something! I don't know his name yet!"

The warden also seemed to be silent for a while, and then replied: "I don't know either."

This is a good start. Start with the boy's name and talk about his life experience.

Stark listened to the voice of the smart housekeeper from the earphones, and slightly picked the corner of his mouth.

At this moment Banner walked in and saw Stark knocking on the door. He was slightly taken aback: "What happened?"

It stands to reason that Mr. Warden shouldn't shut Stark out.

"It's very complicated to explain," Stark thought for a while. "Maybe, I mean, the warden's son may also be my son."

Banner was silent for a while, and came up and patted him on the shoulder: "I don't know when this started, but I shouldn't be rushing."

Stark: "?"

Banner rubbed his temples, feeling as if there were endless things in the prison every day-and unexpected things.

"Tony... If you want, you can talk to me."

In fact, he didn't want to, Banner sighed.But I don't know why, people seem to like to use him as the object of confession-since the start of the yoga class, he has accompanied the prisoners several times to talk about their ideals and help untie them.

This thing that he failed to do as a psychologist, he seems to have done it as a yoga teacher.

So that the warden thinks that yoga classes are extremely important for the mental construction of prisoners, and he can't get rid of it.

In this case, he could only accept this fate, and even actively asked Stark if he wanted to talk.After all, he has quite a lot of experience in this area recently. It would be a good thing if he could share the worries for Mr. Warden.

Stark took a deep breath. This was the only human word he had heard all day.

"thank you."

"If you want to pursue Mr. Warden," Banner took Stark to the assistant's room outside and poured him a cup of tea. "Maybe I can put together a list of his favorites for you-even though things are a little bit different. Suddenly, and I don't quite understand when it started... but it's not incomprehensible."

Stark sprayed out the tea he had just drunk in.

He may be destined not to drink anything today.

"Banna!!!"

In the office, Zhang Dianyu finally stopped when he heard Stark knocking on the door and turned around slowly.

The bill sat on the sofa properly, clutching the mop.

"Why did you build the wall?" the bill said, "you didn't care about it before."

"Because if you want to lock people out, you must have walls on all sides." Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill. "And do you know why I have to lock Stark out?"

"Because that sentence is used in place of the truth?" the bill said.

Zhang Dianyu wanted to strangle this little thing again.

"Yes." Zhang Dianyu said viciously, "Is this you doing it, right?"

"To be precise, I am the one who set this sentence, but I am not the one who made this rule." The bill looks very honest, "If you make the facts public, you will most likely find some loopholes and use it For your own benefit."

"Not everyone thinks about this all day long!" Zhang Dianyu said, "At least I know some of them won't do it."

"You can't be sure," the bill replied, "they are just life after all-life will seek survival."

Zhang Dianyu has nothing to say, this kind of thing has its own set of theories from any angle.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you-then, anyway, first of all," he walked over to the bill, casting a shadow, "change this sentence for me!"

"But this is the best solution available, and you have tried it." The bill said, "Just the last time you declared to Stark that this is a game, we added this patch in time. Ke thinks you are mentally ill, which explains very well what you shouldn’t say.”

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

The author has something to say: Little angels Happy Children's Day!

It's decided. About 99% of cp is QAQ.With the sentiment line of the warden, it’s not too much to celebrate Children’s Day!