The two looked at each other for a moment, and Stark took the lead to look away. He glanced at the food on his plate, lost in thought.
"So," Zhang Dianyu also looked at the dinner plate, and the contents inside were faintly golden-yellow under the burnt edges, "What the hell is that?"
Stark closed the metal cover silently: "Don't worry about this." He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and asked, "Bill has already fallen asleep, are you still hungry?"
Zhang Dianyu was afraid that if he answered that he was hungry, he would be forced to eat the lump on the plate, so he lied: "I'm not hungry."
A long cry came from his abdomen at the right time.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He saw Stark's hand fall back to the lid, trying to stop this behavior: "Miss Rita just contacted me, there is a document that I need to sign."
"What file?" Stark asked, shifting his focus, "Your mental state can...?"
Zhang Dianyu: "?" Is he so mentally ill that he can't make the right decision
His face darkened, showing a rushing look: "It's about the contract for the purchase of the prison's real estate."
Unexpectedly, Stark became more energetic: "Is the prison going to be expanded?"
"Thanks to you," Zhang Dianyu replied, "business is about to increase."
After saying this, he felt a little regretful. Although the things Stark brought seemed to poison him, it actually showed rare patience. After hearing this sentence, his eyebrows seemed to move imperceptibly, then he shrugged, put down the dinner plate, sat down on the chair next to him, and smiled.
"So how are you going to thank me, my Mr. Warden?" Stark asked, spreading his hands.
Although he concealed it very well, Zhang Dianyu clearly felt the complicated emotions he just had. Maybe it was loss and disappointment, mixed with a trace of incomprehensible anger—it wasn't about Zhang Dianyu, then it was obviously about those people he knew well, that is, the group of people targeted by the superhuman registration act.
The superheroes who asked to be signed into law.
Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, who obviously didn't need comfort—or rather, he refused to let anyone know this.
"Then," Zhang Dianyu looked very serious, "give you a permanent room in the prison?"
"..." Stark: "There is no need." He looked at Zhang Dianyu carefully, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Warden, are you kidding me?" Thought you were born without your sense of humor."
"No," Zhang Dianyu replied blankly, "I was never born either."
Stark spread his hands.
"It's not bad for a novice, but the latter one is a bit cold."
"I am not kidding."
"Okay." Stark shrugged.
At this moment, the voice of the artificial intelligence butler suddenly came from the room: "Sir, Miss Rita is visiting and wants to see Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up immediately.
Stark told the smart housekeeper: "Let her come directly upstairs."
When he turned around, he found Zhang Dianyu was looking at him.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Stark finally said, "Mr. Warden, do you have anything to say?"
Zhang Dianyu: "...can you avoid it?"
In view of the influence left by the previous few times, he thinks it is better not to switch roles in front of others.
Even people who watched the vest-changing scene would automatically fill in the plot, but there always seemed to be something wrong. Rita had built up some good image now with her little whip, and he wanted to hang on a little longer.
Stark stared at Zhang Dianyu, Zhang Dianyu felt a little guilty: "Otherwise I'll eat what's on this plate—"
"..." Stark: "It doesn't have to be."
He left with the covered dinner tray, and met Miss Rita who came up on the way. The acting warden looked so nonchalant that he passed Stark without even saying hello.
Stark stood in the corridor in a daze. He was about to ask about Bill, or talk about Rita's real identity, but the other party walked over without squinting without the slightest hesitation.
The door of a room in front of him was opened, and a little boy with black hair and blue eyes stood inside in his pajamas, and asked calmly, "Do you want to eavesdrop?"
Stark slowly turned his head to look at Bill, trying to defend himself a little: "It's very rude to eavesdrop on someone's conversation, Bill—listen to me, at Stark's house, if you want to see what people are doing, You can turn to artificial intelligence."
"But it means violating other people's privacy in front of the two wardens," the voice of the artificial intelligence butler said beside him, "according to the self-protection agreement you updated for me before, I need you to Sign here."
A light screen popped up in front of Stark.
"..." He spread his hands, "It's not necessary."
"So," Bill said beside him, "I can help you." He glanced at the plate in Stark's hand, "That thing won't kill Mr. Warden, you can force him to eat it if you want .”
"?" Stark: "It doesn't have to be!"
Bill nodded solemnly: "As long as you get along happily."
Stark: "..."
Did the boy misunderstand something about being nice
He shrugged in frustration, feeling like he didn't want to say another word today. He pressed the boy's head and pushed him back into the room, and closed the door with his hand: "It's time for you to sleep, good night."
Bill stood behind the door and thought for a while before replying, "Good night."
Stark paused. The boy didn't call his father, and while the boy didn't resist the fact, even Stark, who he had volunteered to tell, it still seemed like it might take some time.
He walked into the kitchen, threw the battered egg into the sink together with the plate, and ordered the servant to find a cook to prepare a dinner for Mr. Warden.
And Zhang Dianyu in the room also switched roles smoothly and signed the contract. He took the documents and walked out of the warden's room, ready to go back to the prison with a smile on his face.
While passing by a room, the door was suddenly opened.
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help swearing, Fabi stood in the dark and looked at him faintly.
"You shouldn't have said that," came the boy's voice from across the room, "I'm a child."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." Is he going to introduce a bill to ban obscene language
"Do you want me to do a psychiatric evaluation alone tomorrow?" Bill took a step forward, the soft light in the corridor shone on his face, reflecting his disapproving gaze.
Zhang Dianyu knew that the walls had ears, so he could only force a smile, squatted down and looked at Bill with threatening eyes: "You are not alone, 'Bill'. Mr. Warden will be with you."
Bill looked at him without speaking.
Zhang Dianyu rubbed the boy's head vigorously, pushed him back into the room, grabbed the door and slammed it shut.
"Go to sleep, child."
There was no more sound from inside, Zhang Dianyu heaved a sigh of relief, and prepared to go downstairs and leave.
"So, you are not Bill's biological mother, but he relies on you like a mother." Stark's voice came from under the stairs.
Zhang Dianyu felt that he really saw a ghost.
Stark, what kind of filter is this, can it be seen from Bill's face? "Maybe." Zhang Dianyu showed a fake smile, "Sometimes yes, sometimes no—this boy is after all." He paused, and pointed to his head with a little regret, "—something is wrong."
Stark looked convinced.
"If there is nothing else, I think I should leave." Zhang Dianyu said to Stark.
Stark watched Miss Rita walking down the stairs slowly, as if he was waiting for something, he hesitated and asked, "Miss Rita, can you tell me about other things about this child Bill?"
For example, he really wants to know who the mother of the child is, which is about to become a thorn in his heart.
While he thought it impossible for him to leave a child unintentionally—much less likely that he wouldn't even be able to find the child's mother. However, Pepper and Happy were not at all surprised when they heard about this incident, and even said that they had already prepared a plan for him in this regard, which made people even more distressed.
Zhang Dianyu forced a smile. It was already very difficult for him to go downstairs in his high heels, and Stark was still asking around.
"'Bill' . . . he probably prefers the law," he babbled.
Stark looked a little surprised: "Wow, does he want to run for president?"
Zhang Dianyu paused for a moment: "Are you thinking too far?"
Stark shrugged: "But he is a Stark, I can't think too shallow."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He should try his best to deal with these steps.
When Zhang Dianyu tried his best to go downstairs with a sullen face, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at Stark with a bright smile: "Then I will leave, Stark first—"
Stark opened the door for her: "It's almost ten o'clock, shall I let the lady walk alone at night?"
The driver Hogan had already parked the car at the door, so Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to thank him kindly. Surprisingly, Stark didn't seem to intend to ask about "Bill" along the way, but just chatted with him casually.
Afraid of revealing his identity, Zhang Dianyu answered a few questions with a reserved smile.
When they arrived at the gate of the prison, they found a black prison van parked at the gate, and heavily armed bailiffs were escorting a person from it.
His shiny head reflected the moonlight.
Zhang Dianyu froze for a moment, clicked on the game panel, and saw the name under the prisoner's feet: Lex Luthor.
He just left for a while, and he didn't expect that what the bill said would start from this moment, and a new prisoner was sent overnight—but isn't it? Will the famous Superman fan oppose the superhuman registration bill? Is it okay if he doesn't invest
Stark was also happy to see Luthor.
"Lex, it's so urgent. It's late at night. I heard you made a big news two days ago. But it's easy to stay up late... oh, I'm sorry."
Luther looked up and gave him a cold look.
"I've heard about the bill too, Tony," he whispered. "You're going to need me. I'm probably the only person in the world who'll be on your side."
Stark froze for a moment: "You mean Bill?"
Luther: "?"
Zhang Dianyu couldn't take it anymore, the prisoner talked so much before he was put in the cell, obviously he needed a little aura of fear.
He pulled out Rita's whip.