I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

"You know, I basically don't care about the company's affairs now, and I basically leave it to Miss Potts to handle..."

"Oh, I was fortunate to meet Miss Potts at a charity event. I have to say, she is really a powerful woman who doesn't want to be a man! I really hope my company has talents like Miss Potts."

"Hahaha, I guess you'll find it for sure..."

The conversation between Norman Osborn and Tony Stark is particularly harmonious.

Perhaps it is the capital bosses at this level, all of them are talented people, and will use all resources to shorten the distance between each other.

Of course, that includes verbal flattery…

Just when Stark's vanity felt proud of Osborn's vague flattery, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside the two:

"What are you talking about? So happy."

When Stark and Osborn turned around, what they saw was their mutual friend, the owner of the room, Leon.

"Hey! Isn't this our most handsome villa owner?! Come here!"

Hearing a "bang", Stark raised his glass with the wine glass in Leon's hand and touched it lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Stark stretched out his index fingers, pointed at Leon, and raised his eyebrows:

“By the way, the party was great!”

Looking at Sonny's amusing behavior, Leon couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, looked at him "kindly", and asked:

"Are you praising me or praising yourself?"

This guy, Tony, knew that the preparations for his party were all arranged by him, and he pretended to be "Wow! This party is really good!"

Stark had no self-consciousness to boast at all, spread his hands, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, saying:

"Of course... that's a compliment to us!"

While speaking, Stark took a step forward, took Leon's shoulders, brought him close to his ear, and said softly:

"Thank God, you saved me! I'll leave it to you here, I'll go shopping elsewhere..."

After he finished speaking, he put on a smiley face, raised the glass with only a tiny bit left in his hand, and said to Osborn:

"I'm sorry, I'm going to get a drink. I'm sorry."

"certainly."

After toasting Stark and watching Stark leave, Osborn turned his head and looked at Leon.

"It seems that your relationship is better than I thought, so good that my partner feels jealous..."

Hearing Osborn's slightly mocking words, Leon smiled, shrugged, and replied:

"What can I say?"

"What about us? Are we friends?"

Looking at Osborn who seemed to be unintentional but tempted, Leon raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the "Norman Osborn, favorability: enthusiasm" displayed on the other's head, and then put on a surprised expression , asks:

"Norman, are you kidding me?"

The two had a very tacit understanding, then looked at each other and smiled,

Although they rarely meet, as partners and neighbors, the relationship between the two maintains a good relationship.

Both see each other as someone very worthy of friendship.

Osborn is mainly for profit and connections.

As for what Leon is for, only he himself knows...

Standing in a corner of the hall, the two were chatting, Leon seemed to remember something, and suddenly said:

"By the way, I heard Oliver say that recently, you seem to have made very significant progress in the interracial genetics project. It seems that Osborn's stock price is about to hit the limit again..."

Hearing this, Osborn's green eyes flashed a ray of light.

Immediately afterwards, the slender face moved slightly, and said nonchalantly:

"Yes, this project has been going on for a few years, and it should almost make some progress. However, according to Dr. Curtis's speculation, there is still a period of time before the technology is fully mature. I don't dare to be too optimistic about this. "

nodded,

Leon couldn't help but comforted:

"Research always takes time, and time is often what we lack the most, what do you think?"

"Yes…"

Osborn's sigh was vaguely mixed with a hint of helplessness and urgency.

. . . . . .

While Lyon and Osborn were discussing the next cooperation project, they walked across the hall to Stark in front of the bar, tapped the table twice with his fingers, and then said to the waiter brother:

"Give me a scotch, I'm dying of thirst..."

"Hey, Tony!"

The voice suddenly came from his side, causing Stark to stop, and then he turned around and looked at the sound.

I saw James Rhodes in a gray suit, standing in front of him like this.

"Oh man, I didn't even notice you! Maybe you're too dark..."

For Stark's joke, Rhodes seemed in no mood to pay attention, just said solemnly:

"Listen, Tony, I have something I need to talk to you about alone, and it's best not to be here."

"Uh…"

Looking at the serious look on his friend's face, Stark unconsciously restrained the smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his brows, and asked:

"Is it important?"

Hearing this, Rhode couldn't help but nodded and said solemnly:

"Very important thing!"

Taking the whisky handed over by the service boy, Stark reached out and patted his friend's shoulder, "Okay, let's go out for a breath..."

As soon as the words fell, the two walked towards the side door of the villa.

Passing through the corridor and pushing open the heavy wooden door, the two came to the outdoor garden.

As soon as the door was closed, the quiet outdoors and the lively indoors, like two different worlds, were instantly isolated.

In Stark's ears, apart from the "rustle" of the swaying flowers and plants, there was only the noise of the wind.

Feeling the breeze blowing across his face, before Stark sat down on the garden bench, Rhodes' voice came from behind him:

"Just here."

Looking back, through the dim moonlight, Stark watched his friend stand there without saying a word, and suddenly something was wrong in his heart.

With a slight frown, Stark put the wine glass on the table, stepped forward, and asked:

"Rod, are you okay? Why do you feel weird..."

Hearing this, Rhode's mouth lifted, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"I'm fine, but you, not necessarily..."

This meaningful sentence was like a thunderbolt, which shocked Stark's heart!

The next moment, he seemed to think of something, his pupils suddenly dilated, and when his legs twisted, he was about to turn around!

And just as he turned around abruptly, a crimson streamer came towards him, passed directly through the temples on both sides of him, and entered his brain!

The next moment, Stark's eyes suddenly flashed a red light...

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