The two stared at each other for a moment, and Stark took the lead to look away. He glanced at the food on the plate and couldn't help thinking.

"So," Zhang Dianyu also looked at the dinner plate, and the contents inside showed a faint golden color under the burnt edge. "What the **** is that?"

Stark silently covered the metal lid: "Don't care about this." He glanced at Zhang Dianyu and asked, "Bill is asleep, are you still hungry?"

Zhang Dianyu lied that he would be forced to eat the mass on the plate when he answered that he was hungry, so he lied: "Not hungry."

A long cry came from his abdomen at the right time.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He saw Stark's hand fall back on the lid again, trying to prevent this behavior: "Miss Rita just contacted me and there is a document that I need to sign."

"What document?" Stark turned his attention and asked, "Can your mental state...?"

Zhang Dianyu: "?" Is he too mentally ill to make a correct decision?

His face was dull, revealing the catching eyes: "It's about the contract for the prison to buy real estate."

I did not expect Stark to be more energetic: "Is the prison going to be expanded?"

"Thank you for your blessings," Zhang Dianyu replied, "Business is going to increase."

After this sentence, he regretted it a little. Although the stuff from Stark looked like he was going to kill him, he actually showed his patience. After hearing this sentence, his eyebrows seemed to move slightly imperceptibly, then shrugged, put the dinner plate down, and sat on the chair next to him, smiling.

"So how are you going to thank me, my warden?" Stark asked with an open hand.

Although he disguised it well, Zhang Dianyu clearly felt the complex emotion he had just had. Perhaps it is loss and disappointment, but also a trace of ununderstood anger-this is not for Zhang Dianyu, then it is obviously to those people he knows well, that is, the group of people targeted by the Super Human Registration Act.

The super heroes who were asked to sign the bill.

Zhang Dianyu glanced at Stark, and the other party obviously didn't need comfort-or, he refused to let anyone know this.

"So," Zhang Dianyu looked very serious. "Leave you a permanent room in prison?"

"..." Stark: "You don't have to." He looked at Zhang Dianyu carefully and suddenly asked: "Is Mr. Warden joke with me?" He paused, slightly raised his mouth, " I thought you cut off the sense of humor when you were born."

"No," Zhang Dianyu replied blankly, "I've never been born."

Stark spread his hands.

"It's not bad as a newbie, but this one is a bit cold."

"I'm serious."

"Okay." Stark shrugged.

At this moment, the voice of the artificial intelligence steward suddenly came from the room: "Mr., Miss Rita is visiting, and I want to see Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu's eyes lit up immediately.

Stark told the smart housekeeper: "Let her go upstairs."

When he turned around, he found Zhang Dianyu looking at him.

The two stared 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 impact of the previous few times, he felt that he should not switch roles in front of others.

Even if the person watching the vest changing scene will automatically fill the plot, but there seems to be something wrong. Rita has now built some good images with her small leather whip, and he wants to spend more time.

Stark stared at Zhang Dianyu. Zhang Dianyu was a little bit furious: "Otherwise I ate something on this plate--"

"..." Stark: "It doesn't have to be."

He left with the covered tray and met Miss Rita on the way. The acting warden looked very cold, and even passed Stark without saying hello to Stark.

Stark was a little stunned standing in the corridor. He was about to ask Bill about the matter, or to talk about Rita's true identity, but the other person walked past without squinting, without any hesitation.

The door of a room in front of him was opened, and the little boy with dark hair and blue eyes stood in pajamas, looking very calmly and asking, "Do you want to overhear?"

Stark slowly turned his head to look at the bill, trying to justify it a little: “It’s very impolite to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, Bill — listen to me. At Stark’s house, if you want to see what others are doing , You can turn to artificial intelligence."

"But this means infringing on the rights of others in front of the two wardens," the voice of the artificial intelligence steward said next, "According to the self-protection agreement that you updated for me before, I need you before turning on the voice input device. Sign here."

A light screen popped in front of Stark.

"..." He spread his hands: "It doesn't have to be."

"So," the bill said next to it, "I can help you." He glanced at the tray in Stark's hands. "That thing won't kill Mr. Warden. If you want, you can force him to eat it. ."

"?" Stark: "It doesn't have to be!"

The bill nodded solemnly: "As long as you get along happily."

Stark: "..."

Does this boy have a misunderstanding about getting along well?

He shrugged in frustration, feeling he didn't want to say another word today. He pressed the boy's head and pushed him back into the room, reaching out to close the door: "You should go to bed, good night."

The bill stood behind the door and thought about it, and answered, "Good night."

Stark paused. The boy didn't call his father. Although the boy didn't resist this fact, even Stark who he volunteered to tell, it might still take some time.

He went into the kitchen, threw the fried egg with a plate into the sink, and ordered the servant to find a chef to prepare a dinner for Mr. Warden.

Zhang Dianyu in the room also successfully switched roles and signed the contract. He took the documents out of the warden's room and smiled as he prepared to return to prison.

When passing by a room, the door was suddenly opened.

Zhang Dianyu couldn't resist cursing a swear word, and the bill stood staring at him in the dark.

"You shouldn't say that," the boy's voice came from the room, "I am a child."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Is he going to introduce a bill prohibiting profanity?

"Do you want me to be a psychiatrist tomorrow?" The bill took a step forward, and the soft lights of the corridor shone on his face, reflecting his disapproving gaze.

Zhang Dianyu knew that there was ears next to the wall, so he could barely smile, and crouched down to look at the bill with threatening eyes: "You are not alone,'Bill'. Mr. Warden will be with you."

The bill looked at him without speaking.

Zhang Dianyu rubbed the boy's head vigorously and pressed him back into the room, grabbing the door and buckling it.

"Go to bed, child."

There was no more sound inside, and Zhang Dianyu was relieved, preparing to go downstairs and leave.

"So, you are not Bill's biological mother, but he depends on you like a mother." Stark's voice came from under the stairs.

Zhang Dianyu thought he was a ghost.

What filter is Stark that can be seen from the face of the bill?

"Maybe." Zhang Dianyu gave a false smile. "Sometimes it will, sometimes it won't-this boy, after all," he paused and pointed to his head with regret, "--a little problem."

Stark seemed to take it for granted.

"If there is nothing else, I think I should leave." Zhang Dianyu said to Stark.

Stark watched Miss Rita walk down the stairs slowly, as if waiting for something, hesitated and asked, "Miss Rita, can you tell me something else about this child Bill?"

For example, he really wants to know who the child's mother is, which is about to become a thorn in his heart.

Although he thought he could not have left a child inadvertently-it was even less likely that even the child’s mother could not be found. However, after hearing this, Xiao Chili and Hapi were not surprised, and even said that they had prepared a plan for him in this regard, which made people more disturbed.

Zhang Dianyu smiled reluctantly. It was already very difficult for him to walk downstairs on high heels, and Stark was still asking questions.

"‘Bill'... he might like the law better." He babbled casually.

Stark looked surprised: "Wow, does he want to run for president?"

Zhang Dianyu paused: "Are you thinking a little bit far?"

Stark shrugged: "But he is a Stark, I can't think too shallow."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He still strives to deal with these steps.

When Zhang Dianyu struggled to walk downstairs, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Stark with a smile: "Then I will say goodbye, Stark first—"

Stark opened the door for her: "It's almost ten o'clock, shall I let the lady walk the night alone?"

The driver Hogan had parked the car at the door, and Zhang Dianyu had no choice but to thank him. Surprisingly, Stark did not seem to intend to pursue "Bill" along the way, but just casually chatted with him a few words.

Zhang Dianyu, afraid of exposing his identity, kept a reserved smile and answered a few questions.

When they reached the gate of the prison, they found that a black prison car had been parked at the door, and a heavily armed bailiff was taking a person from inside.

His shiny head reflected the moonlight.

Zhang Dianyu froze for a moment, opened the game panel, and saw the name at the foot of the prisoner: Lex Luther.

He left for a while. Unexpectedly, what the bill said began at this moment, and a new prisoner was sent to him overnight-but not right? Will this famous Superman Black Powder oppose the Super Human Registration Act? Is it good if he doesn't inject capital?

Stark was also very happy to see Luther.

"Lex, so anxious, most of the night, I heard that you made a big news two days ago. But staying up late is easy...oh sorry."

Luther looked up at him coldly.

"I also heard about the bill, Tony." He whispered, "You will need me, I may be the only person in the world who will stand in the same camp as you."

Stark froze for a moment: "You said Bill?"

Luther: "?"

Zhang Dianyu couldn't hear it anymore. The prisoner had so much talk before he was put in the cell. Obviously, he needed a little aura of fear.

He took out Rita's whip.