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Tony nodded.
He raised his chin and pointed to the other empty seat in his Porsche. He waved his sunglasses and said, "Do you want to take a spin together?"
His frivolous appearance made the girls around him go completely crazy. They didn't expect to have such a close encounter with Iron Man when they came out with Irma.
And Irma could get in Iron Man's car herself! If Iron Man had invited them, they probably wouldn't have even thought about it and would have agreed immediately.
But Irma didn't think so.
Last time, because of her mother's death anniversary, she didn't have a good impression of Tony Stark for the time being, and she wasn't familiar with him.
It was impossible for Irma to sit in the passenger seat without hesitation just because Stark waved his hand.
So Irma, who was sitting motionless, said, "Is there something urgent, Mr. Stark? If there's nothing,
We won't disturb you. "
Langmuloh was sitting under an outdoor umbrella on the other side, biting the straw of a non-alcoholic cocktail.
His lips curled into a smile.
Tony Stark hadn't expected someone to reject him and his Porsche.
But when he saw that apart from Irma, all the fans around him seemed to be obsessed with him, he raised his eyebrows confidently and said, "Not disturbing? Do any of you want my autograph? "
Since they were allowed to,
Before Stark could finish, his fangirls had already charged at him. Alma watched helplessly as her friends surrounded Stark and didn't want to move at all.
It looked like they wouldn't be able to leave until half a day later.
Stark finished signing autographs for the fangirls one by one.
He slowly walked over to Irma.
He sat on the white wooden chair next to her. After lying down for a while, he found that it was hard and hot. He stood up again, feeling uncomfortable all over. In the end, he squeezed his eyebrows and stood to the side. "I'm wondering if I did something wrong to make you hate me so much."
The wind started to blow, and Irma's loose golden hair flew out from behind her ear. She couldn't help but stroke her hair and ask, "Why do you say that?"
"Because …" Tony dragged out his question. "I should have invited you to the last gathering, but I didn't see you that day. Plus, you were so cold to me today."
Irma said lightly, "Because the day of the gathering is the anniversary of my mother's death."
When she said it so bluntly, Tony's expression immediately froze. His frivolous expression also restrained a lot. He slightly adjusted his expression and dryly said a few words: "Then I'm very sorry, I don't know."
Irma had never blamed him. She was just a little dissatisfied with what Alexandria had done. Now that she received the apology, she felt a little embarrassed. "It's nothing."
"What I mean is that it has nothing to do with you."
Speaking of which, it really had nothing to do with Tony, but she had also missed Tony's invitation. As the daughter of a politician, Irma didn't do well.
Tony scratched his chin awkwardly and suddenly said, "You know, my parents also died in a car accident. It seems like a car accident really isn't friendly, right?"
This was supposed to be a comforting remark, but it didn't sound so comforting. Tony knew that he wasn't right, but he didn't want to say anything about missing his old man, so the two of them stared at each other for a long time. Finally, he asked, "Since we missed it last time, can I invite you to a party at Stark Enterprises next Friday?"
This time, Irma knew that she couldn't refuse. She asked with a smile, "As a guest, or as a female companion?"
At this moment, Tony's playboy side was on full display. He gently held Erma's hand and gently planted a kiss on the back of her hand. "If the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. won't trouble me, then of course I'll be your female companion."
Irma was amused, and her blond hair trembled. "I'm afraid Alexandria won't have time to bother you recently."
The expression in Tony's eyes changed, and he asked without changing his expression, "Oh? Looks like I'm in luck. Director Pirs seems to be very busy. "
At this point, Irma shrugged indifferently. "Probably, I haven't seen him in a long time."
Irma and Tony didn't talk for long. Because someone nearby heard that the Iron Man was here, a lot of people slowly gathered, and the place where Irma was sitting immediately became the center of attention.
At that moment, Tony received a call, and then said to Irma apologetically, "I'm afraid I have to go."
Irma joked, "Are you going to save the world?"
Tony was stunned for a moment, then laughed wantonly. "Yes."
The sound of the convertible's motor rang out, leaving only the exhaust of the car for those who had gathered around. Seeing that he was gone, the other onlookers dispersed.
This afternoon tea was a little long, and Irma was a little full. She turned around and was about to ask the girls if they were leaving, when she saw them gather around and ask Irma excitedly like wolves seeing food, "Pirs! You actually know the Iron Man?! "
Elma was overwhelmed by the sudden burst of enthusiasm. She leaned back slightly and used her hand to block the heat before she could speak properly. "You know him? I can't say, but if he's the Iron Man, he has some dealings with my father. "
The girls looked at each other. They had long heard rumors that Irma Pirs's father had a great background. They heard that he was the director of an intelligence agency that supervised superheroes. But their school was so ordinary, and it wasn't MIT or Harvard. How could the daughter of such a big shot be at their school? Thus, the girls on campus had once thought that Irma was bragging, and these bodyguards who occasionally appeared and often disappeared were also a joke to everyone.
Who would have thought that the rumors were true? Was Irma really the daughter of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Thinking of this, the girls no longer cared about how cold and indifferent they had been to Irma before. They asked her, "What did Iron Man say to you just now?"
"I heard him say that there's a party on Friday. Pirs, can you bring me along?"
"Bring me along, Pirs! I'll prepare my own clothes! You just have to bring me in. "
The girls began to argue with each other, but Daisy stopped them coldly. "Sorry, Pirs won't bring anyone."
Daisy then pulled Irma away. Langmuloh didn't participate in these girls' affairs, but when he passed by them before putting on his sunglasses, he glanced at them coldly. That gaze was like a murderous intent, making the girls tremble unconsciously.
Irma was held by Daisy. Daisy walked in front, and Irma was dragged behind. Irma shouted helplessly, "Daisy, don't walk so fast."
Daisy slowed down when she heard that. She let go of Irma's arm and crossed her arms coldly as if she was angry with herself. "Those bitches, I shouldn't have called you out."
Irma had to remind her. "Language."
Daisy raised her eyebrows and stretched out her hands innocently. "Okay."
This time, it was Irma's turn to comfort Daisy. "It's not your fault. I didn't expect girls to like Iron Man so much nowadays."
Daisy still snorted indignantly. "Those women just like Tony Stark's money and Iron Man's fame. I can guarantee you that if any of them slept with Stark, they would definitely brag about it on Facebook. But I'm different. I'm interested in news."
Irma praised her in amusement. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm sure you'll definitely be an intelligence chief in the future."
Daisy raised her eyebrows and said confidently, "You're right. I've decided to be a reporter in the future."
Irma was stunned. Daisy's university direction was not the direction of the news media. Unexpectedly, she had already determined her future career direction. Irma was immediately happy for Daisy. "Really? Daisy, you're great! "
Daisy said, "I've already submitted an application to change my major. But you, what are you going to do in the future?"
Irma was stumped by the question. She frowned and didn't know what to say.
As the daughter of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Erma's family definitely didn't lack money. However, Erma had never had a clear goal in life. She chose a major that was related to her previous life, and it wasn't difficult for her to learn it. However, Erma always wondered if she should continue to pursue it in the future.
Irma didn't have any good solutions now, so she could only shake her head helplessly.
Daisy knew that she couldn't tell Irma what to do. She could only let Irma walk on her own. She sighed and looked up, only to suddenly find that the two of them had walked a long way, and Langmuloh was still following behind them.
Without the chattering girls around them, the two of them had a third wheel who didn't talk much, and it was a lot more refreshing. Before they finished strolling on Fifth Avenue, Daisy asked Irma if she wanted to continue.
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