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It's definitely here.

When Dior saw this incredibly ‘familiar' villa with a sea view, he knew that his guess had always been correct, and that ‘patient’ was naturally Tony Stark, the genius of genius.

At the age of 4, he built a circuit board, at the age of 6, he built a V8 engine, he could hack into the Pentagon when he went to high school, and at the age of 17, he graduated from MIT...

Are you exaggerating?

Very exaggerated, almost like a joke, but this is Tony Stark's legendary track record, as if no Earthlings could surpass him in inventive creation.

But Tony was proud of Tony, and Dior was proud of himself, and if he was the one who didn't do anything, he might have left to lick on his knees except envy, and fortunately he didn't have to look up to anyone today, even though Tony was a hundred times richer than him.

“Sit over here, please. Tony will be here in a minute. ”

Though the agreed time had long passed, Pepper was still smiling out of fear for Tony, as if he didn't give a shit about the other guy's timelessness.

It's just that the Doctor is a little too young, isn't it? And you didn't bring any equipment, so you came empty-handed?

Pepper weighed the strange combination in front of her a little bit more out of a desire for good things and looked at Dior a few more times. Dior smiled politely as she looked at it, which made Pepper feel much better. Although she was not the kind of little girl who would jump at the handsome guy and pretended to have another person in her heart, it did not prevent her from nourishing her eyes with pure appreciation.

At this point, a slight cough came from behind her, and Tony, washed, walked in a light blue bathrobe with a glass of wine unknown to the brand's vintage.

“Tony, this is Dr. Dior, and this is Dr. Dior's assistant, Lucy.” Pepper hastily introduced.

Unlike the original plot, Natasha, who was supposed to be employed by Stark Industries as a secretary, lurked next to Tony because of Dior's intrusion, is now somehow becoming Dior's assistant.

Dior, who put all this change in his heart, thought things were getting more interesting, but when exactly was this‘ doctor ’and‘ assistant ’status arranged, and he had no appointment at all, and it was very likely that S.H.I.E.L.D. took the initiative of replacing the private doctor who was supposed to be here today with a change of information that made Lee Dai-tao frozen.

And this practice, very S.H.I.E.L.D.

Convergent thinking, Dior and Natasha, alias‘ Lucy ', nodded with a smile.

Now sitting on the sofa, Tony, with his red wine glass in his hand, had his eyes lit, ignoring directly what Dr. Dior was looking at ‘Lucy’.

Although his current 'lover' is the unfinished new generation of steel armor, it does not mean that his playboy attributes have disappeared, seeing a beautiful woman of this level, and also fitting his taste in aesthetics, how could he not hook up?

“Hi, 'Lucy', nice to meet you. In your face, I don't care if you missed your appointment. Maybe we could have a drink together, I...”

“Tony! ”

Pepper's face was raised, and although Tony had done some ridiculous things over the years, and even many of the women he'd spent the night with had been sent away by her, that didn't mean she really cared at all.

Especially after Tony went through this life-and-death ordeal, she felt that the relationship between the two of them was one step closer, and Tony didn't go out all day long to spend a lot of time on wine. Even during this time, he hadn't spontaneously hooked up with any woman. It was incredible before, so she didn't want Tony to go back to the old dude, because she wasn't young anymore...

Tony actually had a lot of respect for Pepper in his heart, so after she spoke, Tony made a surrender posture and unfortunately took his eyes back, and it seemed like there was no chance today.

And Dior, who was ignored by Tony all the time, was not angry or upset, as if he was watching the show without a soul.

“So, Dior... doctor? What college did you graduate from? Oh, I'm sorry. You look like a young intern graduating this year. Who recommended you?” It seemed as if Tony had come up very skillfully to show his poisonous tongue, just as he had just noticed Dior, while fully expressing his mistrust.

Dior glanced at Natasha, indicating that she had returned the lie herself, and he himself rested on the couch, busy for a day, and sang a song for a long time, consuming a lot of strength.

Then Natasha stopped following the routine, and she confessed: "Dr. Dior is not the traditional type of doctor, he is good at... qigong therapy. ”

Wang Defa!?

Can Tony and Pepper say that they died instantly, that God damn Qigong healed them as wrongdoers?

And in fact, it wasn't just them, even Dior didn't expect Natasha to introduce him, but it had to be pneumotherapy, but he could barely explain it. After all, his double was also derived from the corrugated pneumotherapy itself. Without corrugated energy support, the double would no longer exist. Is this a distortion?

“Pepper, send the two of you out, oh yeah, remember to give them the 'show fee', although their deceptive routine is obsolete, it still brings me joy, maybe when I sleep at night I dream of myself becoming a Qigong master. ”

Tony stood up and put on a kung fu pose that he had learned from television, though unlike four or six, but clearly expressed the irony.

In the past, America didn't have Oriental Qigong masters to perform, but in the end, all their tricks were poked through, so the so-called Qigong became a bridge in the movie. I didn't expect that there would be a master who said he would use Qigong to heal himself today, which really made Tony laugh.

“For what it's worth, I won't call the cops this time. Let's go. ”

At this time, Pepper shook his head and was ready to send a guest. No wonder he didn't see them with diagnostic equipment. Turns out they were two liars. He was blind to his image and temperament, and Lang Cai's feminine appearance did something wrong. Even if he was a star, fans would probably be willing to play.

What's even stranger is that instead of explaining, Natasha, who asked to come, simply told Dior to leave. What's the trick?

At this point, a rocket came whistling...