Zhang Dianyu: "..."
If he hadn't prepared himself mentally when he saw the sound of the bill, he would have to drop the glass in his hand now.
He thought for a moment and put the glass on the table. Take two steps back, open the green staff door, and say noncommittally to Bill, "Go in."
Bill: "I refuse."
Stark also opened his mouth and said, "Wait, make it clear-this is impossible, who is your mother? No, I mean..." He managed to calm down and put on a calm tone, "I don't remember that I ever Who has had such a romantic past with anyone?"
Zhang Dianyu subconsciously asked: "Really?"
The bill is also serious: "I don't believe it."
Stark: "..."
"Indeed... But, it's hard to tell which one it is." Stark could only spread his hands, "To be honest, I want to offer an idea—don't you think you may have found the wrong person in terms of appearance? Like some famous dude, I think you look a bit like him."
He glanced at Zhang Dianyu: "Your... adopted son? His biological father cannot be me. Believe me, Stark Industries' polymer materials department has already ensured this."
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark with the eyes of a scumbag.
While the bill wasn't his fault, that didn't sound like much either.
Stark: "Seriously? That's hard to swallow. And look at his hair color and blue eyes—there's a good chance he's some merciless rich guy."
Before Zhang Dianyu answered, Bill replied very definitely: "It was Anthony Edward Stark who made me appear in the world."
"But not you."
"You know how crazy that sounds?" Stark looks like he's heard something unreasonable—and it is.
"I understand." Act thought for a while and said, "but you are not allowed to know the reason."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark spread his hands, breathed out through his nostrils for a while, and turned to Zhang Dianyu.
Zhang Dianyu met his gaze, thought for a moment, opened the green staff 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 Mr. Warden who suddenly turned and left, his face was full of question marks.
"Wait," he walked over and found that the door was locked, so he could only knock twice, "Mr. Warden?! Aren't you going to explain this to me clearly?"
"..." Zhang Dianyu: "Not going to."
Stark fell silent for a moment.
To be honest, he has encountered many such scenes of confession of relatives - of course, none of them have been found to be true. However, like this time, no one wanted to explain exactly what was going on, and it was the first time he had experienced it.
He turned his head and saw the little boy with black hair and blue eyes picking up the mop from the ground, earnestly gesticulating twice at the back of his head, feeling a little desperate.
This kid doesn't look very bright...but it's not like those kids who were ordered by others in the past. He wasn't confused or excited, and he was even very sure about their relationship - which was outrageous.
Take a closer look and they do look a bit alike. But Stark can't help but get caught up in the flashbacks. Has he had an extended encounter with any dark-haired, blue-eyed woman
Ten minutes later, Strange sat behind the psychiatrist's desk, crossed his fingers, and looked at Stark opposite him indifferently.
"I don't want to sit in this position and talk to you about it," Stark said. "You come over, or I go—otherwise it will appear that there is something wrong with me."
"You have twenty minutes." Strange glanced at his watch. "The last patient ended the treatment early, so you can sit here. The sofa you sat on for twenty minutes belongs to my new patient."
"..." Stark: "Someone just said he is my son!"
Strange: "Is that all?"
Stark: "?!"
"This only proves 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, "Is there anything else?"
"You didn't have this attitude when you gossip about the warden's mental problems just now!" Stark folded his arms, "and I listened carefully."
"I don't have to share the information with any organization or individual." Strange said indifferently, "If this is your request—and you just had a great time listening and asking questions."
Stark: "..."
"The problem is that I can't have a son!" He spread his hands. "As a friend, can't you say something about it?"
Strange looked at him for a while, took a sticky note from the side, wrote a series of numbers and a name on it, tore it off and handed it to Stark: "This is a paternity testing agency run by an old friend of mine. If that's what you need."
Stark took a deep breath: "I need the comfort of a friend." Is this difficult to understand
"I see." Strange frowned: "Of course you have found the wrong person."
Stark: "..."
But he couldn't just leave prison like this.
Although he has always been called "irresponsible", he is not actually that exaggerated. Most of the time, he would ask the AI steward to record the matter and deal with it—if the matter exceeded the authority of an AI, it would be handed over to Pepper.
As much as he looks like the guy, there's no way Tony Stark could've heard he had a son and acted as if it didn't happen.
The door of the office was locked, and he knocked hard: "Mr. Warden, I heard your footsteps."
"You can still hear my voice," Zhang Dianyu replied calmly, "but you still can't come in."
The wall that has always been damaged for a long time was actually rebuilt in tens of minutes, Stark almost gasped - not only did the wall appear strangely, but it also showed that the warden Mr. Attitude.
He just didn't want to continue entangled in this matter.
Stark continued to knock on the door: "Mr. Warden, I must know what's going on."
"These are all said by that little thing, and have nothing to do with me." The warden's voice came from the office, "I won't say a word about this matter, and it's useless for you to ask."
"Why?!" Stark asked aloud.
"..." Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment: "Because I... am not mentally ill."
Stark's hand knocking on the door paused, then remembered: "Yes, Mr. Warden, we can talk about your mental state later, but you shouldn't avoid this matter—and the other thing! I don't know his name yet!"
Mr. Warden also seemed to be silent for a while, and then replied: "I don't know either."
This is a good start, starting with the boy's name and talking about his life experience.
Listening to the voice of the smart butler coming from the earphones, Stark raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
At this time, Banner came in and saw Stark knocking on the door, he was slightly stunned: "What happened?"
It stands to reason that Mr. Warden shouldn't have shut Stark out.
"It's very complicated to explain," Stark thought for a while. "Maybe, I mean, the warden's son might also be my son."
Banner was silent for a while, and came up to pat him on the shoulder: "I don't know when this started, but we shouldn't rush it."
Stark: "?"
Banner rubbed his temples, feeling like there was a lot to do every day in prison—and surprises.
"Tony...you can talk to me if you want."
He didn't want to, Banner sighed. But I don’t know why, people seem to like to take him as a confidant—since the yoga class started, he has talked with prisoners several times about their ideals and helped them untie their knots.
What he failed to do as a psychiatrist, he seemed to do as a yoga teacher.
So much so that Mr. Warden thinks that yoga classes are extremely important to the psychological construction of prisoners, and he can't get rid of them all the time.
That being the case, he could only accept this fate, and even asked Stark if he wanted to talk. After all, he has gained a lot of experience in this area recently, and it would be a good thing if he could relieve Mr. Warden's worries.
Stark took a deep breath, the only human voice he'd heard all day.
"Thank you."
"If you want to pursue Mr. Warden," Banner took Stark to the assistant room outside and poured him a cup of tea, "maybe I can compile a list of his preferences for you-although things are indeed a little sudden , and I don't quite understand when it started... but it's not beyond comprehension."
Stark squirted out the tea he had just drunk.
He was probably destined not to drink anything today.
"Banner!!!"
In the office, Zhang Dianyu finally stopped when he heard Stark's knock on the door, and turned around slowly.
Bill sat on the sofa neatly, still clutching a mop.
"Why did you put up the wall?" Bill said, "You didn't care before."
"Because if you're going to lock people out, you definitely need walls on all sides." Zhang Dianyu stared at the bill, "And do you know why I have to lock Stark out?"
"Because of that statement substituted for the truth?" Bill said.
Zhang Dianyu wanted to strangle this little thing again.
"That's right." Zhang Dianyu said viciously, "This is what you did, right?"
"It's me who set the sentence, exactly, but I didn't make the rule." The bill seemed very honest. for their own benefit."
"Not everyone thinks about this all day!" Zhang Dianyu said, "At least I know some of them don't."
"You can't be sure," Bill replied, "they're just life after all—and life seeks to survive."
Zhang Dianyu has nothing to say, he has his own set of theories from any angle.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you—then, anyway, first," he stepped up to the bill, casting a shadow, "get me that sentence out of it!"
"But it's the best solution available, and you've tried it," Bill said. "We added this patch just in time for the last time you announced to Stark that it was a game. K thinks you're mentally ill, which explains very well what you shouldn't have said."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The author has something to say: Happy Children’s Day, little angels!
It's decided, about 99% of the cp is the tin can QAQ. With the warden's emotional line, it's not too much to celebrate Children's Day!