Getting out of the car, Pep walked onto Malibu and saw a crane driving into the villa.

The crane was followed by more than a dozen workers with hard hats, wearing gauze gloves, pulling down the hemp rope from the car, and the two of them worked together to lift the iron cable and press the electromagnetic claw on the crane.

Seven tractors followed, transporting excavators, forklifts, loaders, and various auxiliary equipment such as drills and rams.

She thought it was terrible, the last time Anna came to Malibu to tear down the foundation, this time Stark came back and played bigger, almost turning the whole of Malibu over.

Father and daughter are both virtuous.

She felt that it was so difficult to be a secretary, especially Stark's secretary, you see Stark's majesty, waving his hand, and he recruited thousands of engineering teams.

But the follow-up work of the aftermath does not have to be done by the secretary.

Five forklifts, ranging from 0.5 to 10 tons, were sent into the villa and loaded and unloaded.

The first thing to drive out was a five-ton forklift, and Dada ran into the garage and forked out a Lamborghini Gallardo.

Pep watched as the forklift stabbed under Gallardo, clattering and crumbling as the bumper paint wore on.

Pep felt that she was dying of heartache, and she had hurt some paint, so she had to send it to the 4S point for repair and re-spraying and baking paint, and it would cost thousands of dollars back and forth.

She's all in charge of all these things.

Walking briskly into the villa, I saw Harpy standing in the living room.

This happy, Pep felt, was too obedient to her orders, and told him to watch, but he was really watching, so he didn't know how to dissuade him.

It's all money, money.

Harpy spread his hands, his expression was innocent, Nunu mouthed, pointed at Stark, and looked, even the owner of Malibu personally went into battle, smashing the wall with a sledgehammer, what can I do.

"Pep, Mr. Stark is suspicious of my photo, and I feel like I can't hide it anymore."

"It's so uncomfortable to hide from my master, I hope that when I go down, God will allow me to go to heaven."

Pep listened to Harpy's babbling, and she thought Harpy was annoyed, as if he had suffered the most.

Isn't it just a few photos?

Pep has been very busy these days, contacting Stark's doctor and the major media in New York, and the board of directors is pressing.

The board of directors has been quite unhappy with Stark lately, and he hasn't been in Stark House since Bern came back.

Except for the first day of the press conference.

What can he do, the US military, Congress, and various armed forces around the world are waiting for him to come into contact.

The board couldn't take it anymore and sent Pep to order that Starcra must be passed through New York today.

As a result, looking back, Pep felt like she was going to blow up.

Stark, this guy, didn't wear a suit, but changed into a Stark Industrial factory uniform, wearing jeans, a dry towel draped over his shoulders, and a hammer in dozens of pounds.

The richest man in the world should not be a construction site worker.

Bang bang bang wall there.

After smashing, wipe off the sweat with a dry towel, scoop up the mineral water and pour it vigorously.

She didn't even know if the chairman had evolved or degenerated.

"Mr. Stark!"

"Hey, the carving machine is here."

Pep watched Stark yell at the engineering team, and even though she was used to Stark ignoring her figure, she was still angry.

Wait a minute.

Mr. Stark didn't know about the little short legs!

She felt that she had done a good job of secrecy, and she had discussed it with all major media.

S.H.I.E.L.D. also sent people, saying that for the sake of national security, it would control public opinion to a limited extent and cooperate with Pep's work.

"Pep, why are you here?"

It wasn't until Stark noticed himself.

"Don't worry about my body, just this bit of labor intensity, compared to the work I do in Kuna province, it's drizzle."

Luckily, Pep breathed a sigh of relief, Stark hadn't found out yet.

She watched as Stark instructed the engineering team to straighten the milling cutter: "Mr. Stark! ”

Dusty wiping his sweat, Stark dragged Pep over and pulled him closer to the soundproofing building.

Pep bared her teeth, she knew the soundproof building in front of her, which contained some flirtatious balabala stuff, and Stark had a wide range of hobbies.

She wanted to struggle, tempting to show Stark that she wasn't that kind of person, even though Stark was angry at her for ignoring her figure.

Then Stark lay down.

Pep squinted and felt Stark grab his little hand and rub it, as if to feel that her little hand looked good.

"Pep?!"

Pep looked into Stark's bewildered eyes, and then realized that he wanted to be crooked.

"I need your help!"

Pep was confused, and in her memory, Stark didn't seem to have asked her for help except for letting her cook women.

Then she watched as Stark took off his overalls.

Pep narrowed his right eye and pulled the corner of his mouth up.

Stark lifts up his T-shirt.

Hey... Pep saw the lid on Stark's chest, watched Stark lift it, and pulled out the iron cover with his right hand.

Vomit...

The smell came to my nose.

It was the smell of rotting corpses mixed with the smell of sludge and rotten grass.

It's disgusting.

"Pep?!"

Pep saw Stark pointing to his chest, where the big hole was, and motioned for her to stick her hand in, find the neutral wire, and connect to the new reactor.

No.

Pep's head shook like a rattle, hell, the last time Anna asked her to find a server, she looked for a long time, this time let her find the zero line of fire, is there a hole in the head.

This one in case it is reversed.

Pep saw Stark's gaze, well, she felt that Stark's father and daughter were exactly the same, and they could make people succumb with their eyes.

Pep felt that he had exerted the power of the wilderness.

I have to say that the interaction between the two has become a lot more intimate, at least they no longer stay in the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Rarely, Stark takes Pep to introduce him to the finished product.

"This is Mark 2 armor, which is actually an exhibit, and it looks a little ugly."

Looking at Pep's gaze, he didn't seem to be interested in armor, and it was no wonder that this set of yellow armor was the test piece, and the real Mark 3 stood on the lifting platform.

When the time comes, Pep will definitely be surprised to see it.

As for Pep, she's not interested in mechanics at all.

She's a liberal arts student, a guy who can't even tell the difference between the zero line of fire, and you have to let her accompany Stark to chamfer and mill the plane, and she can fall asleep on her stomach.

Pep picked up a gold crystal on the table, and on the crystal base was a small gold pistol.

Stark's surname is engraved on the gun, and the butt of the small gun is glued to the crystal cup, which is a firing connection.

Pep remembered that it was left by Anna.

The little short-legged man held a small stove and a small iron tong, and fired the glass himself out of sand and stone to make a base, which he was going to take back to Xavier Castle, but when he got on the plane, he fell and stayed in Malibu.

Looking at the gold crystal memorabilia, Pep couldn't help but think of Anna, and she felt guilty.

Harpy felt guilty, and Pep wasn't.

Pep also felt tired, and it was tiring to deceive people.

Wow... Little short legs?!

Pep watched the little short legs walk past him, and he almost scared his heart out.

It wasn't until Stark explained that it was a three-dimensional image that Anna had left in front of Jarvis.

This little short-legged usually has the habit of recording his work.

When working, the camera is always on.

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