Everyone in the military base looked nervous and hurried.

It had been more than three months since their biggest arms supplier, Tony Stark, was kidnapped. This genius, who could overturn half of the country with his brain alone, was still missing. There was no news of him at all. As the military representative and his good friend, Colonel Rhodes' eyes were red, but he still hung up the phone in disappointment. He rubbed his forehead and regretted for the hundredth time that he did not force Tony Stark to sit in his car.

A young girl who didn't fit in with the atmosphere rushed over. "Colonel, I request to send a search and rescue helicopter."

Roddy's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?"

"My device has detected an approximate range," the girl said with a straight face while showing him the Stark tablet in her hand. "There are abnormal heat and sound waves in the northeast area. There is a valley surrounded by hillsides, which is a blind spot.

The abnormal energy fluctuations in the desert are 76.33% likely to be the creation of a thermal weapon. I think it's worth a try. "

She spoke quickly and clearly, with a kind of rationality and calmness that was rare for her age, which made people unconsciously believe her words.

That was the reason why they were dumbfounded when they saw a black arc streak across the sky and land in the desert further away, kicking up yellow sand all over the sky.

"That is …?" Roddy didn't know if he should call for reinforcements or rescue.

"Please fly in the direction of 34 degrees by north east."

The girl quickly estimated the landing point based on the visual estimation of the altitude and speed and told the pilot. Then she looked at Roddy.

"I think so."

Other than Tony Stark, there was no one else who could make such a cool entrance in the endless hot desert.

Tony Stark, who was a winner in life since birth, had never been in such a sorry state in his 38 years of life.

Although he consciously cushioned the fall, the huge impact still broke the tin can he made in a hurry and scattered on the ground. He tore off the simple protective gear, and the unsheltered hot sun in the desert made him dizzy.

He felt that the fall might have caused a concussion and auditory hallucination. Otherwise, how could he have heard the roar of a helicopter?

Oh, the hallucinations appeared too.

Tony lifted the tattered jacket that covered half of his eyes and squinted at the UH60 Black Hawk helicopter that was slowly landing in front of him.

Ah ha.

He raised an insufferably arrogant smile. His body was half buried in the sand, and he made a V sign to the sky.

The armed special forces soldiers jumped out of the cabin one after another and spread out in a fan-shaped formation. Roddy ran towards him in a hurry, but another figure ran faster than him.

Who … was it?

A girl in a white T-shirt and jeans rushed over and pressed down on his restless body. She quickly put one hand on his left wrist, and the other gently and quickly brushed away the sand around his waist. She even began to introduce herself at the same time.

"Good afternoon, sir."

She smiled at Tony Stark, the curve of her mouth was perfect like a textbook example. "I'm your new personal assistant and family doctor, Fléty."

Roddy, who was a step behind, finally calmed down after seeing his good friend in person. He knelt on one knee and asked in a bad mood, "Is your Happy Jeep fun?"

What responded to him was a typical Stark smile.

Roddy gritted his teeth and breathed a sigh of relief. "Next time, you can sit in my car."

"I have to say that the military is treating the rescued hostages very well."

Tony, who was transferred to the military long-distance transport aircraft, leaned against the stretcher and looked at the busy girl beside him. He drank the light saline water that she had just given him. Yes, a girl.

The person in front of him looked very young. Her brown curly hair was tied up in a neat low ponytail. A few strands of hair fell around her ears, which made her skin as white as snow. Even at such a close distance, her face without makeup was flawless. Her plump cheeks seemed to be tempting people to take a bite out of them.

He didn't know why, but he always had an inexplicable trust and closeness to her.

It wasn't the "closeness" of a playboy facing his favorite prey, but a sense of familiarity. He looked at her and felt that he should know her.

A girl of this age should be studying and living a carefree life on campus, not in this lawless place where she could lose her life at any time.

Tony shook his head and deliberately ignored the feeling of fatherly love in his heart. This was too funny. Even if Tony Stark ate beans for a few weeks, it was impossible for him to let a girl he met for the first time call him dad.

"Are you 18 years old enough?

Beauty. "

"Actually, I'm already 22 years old, Sir."

Fléty showed the calmest expression of any girl that Tony Stark had ever called a beauty. She used a cotton dipped in iodine to gently wipe the blood on his right arm. Her fingers felt the location of the broken bone under his skin.

"I was sent here by Miss Potts and Mr. Jarvis."

So you can restrain your teasing tone. I'm different from those beautiful girls who would be pissed off or taken to bed halfway after taking care of you.

Fléty glanced at him and was smart enough to hint the second half of the sentence with her eyes.

"Jarvis?"

Tony looked at the person in front of him suspiciously. "I don't remember inviting you back to the Malibu villa."

He stepped back and cautiously looked at Fléty from head to toe. "I've never done anything to minors, and it's impossible that I don't remember a beauty like you."

When she mentioned Jarvis, Tony realized where the sense of familiarity came from.

This young and beautiful lady gave off the same vibe as his AI butler.

She was calm, reliable, and saw him as the only and most important existence.

She wiped the blood for him as if she was treating a priceless antique porcelain. She was so careful as if he was fragile.

"There are too many things that your genius brain needs to deal with, Sir.

It's not surprising that you don't remember some small things. "

Fléty held the person's clean arm in her palm and slowly slid her fingers across the skin. She looked up at Tony's caramel-colored pupils and seemed to suddenly realize how breathtaking the eyes of the billionaire in front of her were. She slowly moved closer, so close that Tony could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body.

The brain that was calmly analyzing suddenly stopped working. Tony couldn't help but open his mouth slightly. His throat was dry like a fish exposed to the air.

The next second, he could —

"Ah!"

Mr. Tycoon, who had just escaped from the hands of the terrorists in one piece, let out a scream as if he was being tortured to extort a confession.

"Were you sent by Pepper to kill me, Fléty?!"

Tony cried out in a cold sweat. His injured arm was suddenly pinched by Freddy, and he barely managed to prevent himself from breaking the saline bag in his hand.

"In fact, Miss Potts's instructions were to bring you home safely and in one piece." Fléty held the reattached arm with one hand and used the other to fix it with a splint.

"And Mr. Jarvis told me that this would better divert your attention during the treatment, so that you wouldn't struggle unnecessarily."

The beautiful girl had an extraordinary immunity to her boss's handsome face.

She stood up and wiped the blood off her hand with alcohol. She calmly made the next request, "Please stand up, Sir."

“？”

"If you don't take off your clothes, I won't be able to bandage your wounds and clean your body."

Fléty's tone was flat as he said matter-of-factly, "You should know that you smell like a piece of rotten bacon."

Yes, yes, this tone was a bit like Jarvis's, but Jarvis would use more tactful words to praise him for having a special smell on his body instead of directly describing him as a piece of bacon.

Tony Smith's rotten bacon, Stark couldn't believe his ears.

And how could she so naturally ask him to take off his pants in front of a girl he met for the first time?

Not to mention that he usually had beautiful girls to do it for him, she looked like a minor. Tony glanced at the girl's straight curves. He didn't believe that this girl was 22 years old.

Tony took a deep breath and thought that Pepper wouldn't bring a minor to the desert to find him, so he stood up obediently.

Fléty raised the surgical scissors in his hand without blushing and quickly cut his pants into pieces, leaving only a small pair of underwear on his body.

This experience was really novel — Tony Stark was lying on the bed almost naked, and the woman beside him wasn't riding on him flirtatiously, but was fiddling with cotton tape and surgical scissors.

Yes, fiddling — seriously and attentively, as if he was a piece of bacon that was about to be placed on a Michelin three-star table, instead of the charming Tony Smith Stark who would be thrown on by a dozen women if he stood still.

"Ouch —" The stinging pain caused by the iodine challenged Tony's dignity as a charming piece of bacon.

"Did I hurt you, Sir?"

Fléty looked up and asked. There was no trace of lust in his light gray eyes, as clean as a piece of transparent inorganic glass.

Tony Smith had slept with all the girls in "Maxim", and Stark began to doubt his own charm.

He wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't find the right words to say even though he usually flirted with all the people in the United States.

Just like a proud old father, he wanted to show his charm in front of his cold little daughter, but he had to be careful to avoid the witty words he used to pick up girls.

It's inexplicable — Tony complained to himself.

"You said you were sent by Pepper?"

"Yes, Sir."

Fléty wrapped the last contusion on his leg with gauze and straightened up, "Your family doctor, Professor Poirot, is too old to come to this area. Mr. Jarvis recommended me to her."

Fléty picked up the towel from the basin at hand and wrung it dry. He glanced at his slightly protruding belly and said with relief, "I'm glad to see you come back safely, Sir.

And the food seems to be good? "

Then she added in a friendly manner, "I think the curve of your abs is very round and charming on your body."

Tony, who rarely choked, paused for a while, pointed to the fluorescent blue reactor on his chest, and stiffly changed the topic, "Aren't you curious at all?"

Fléty wrapped her hand with a warm towel and carefully wiped the wound, "If I'm not wrong, this should be a small arc reactor." Her hand slid to the side of the reactor and wiped away the dust and stains one by one.

"Since this device appeared on your body, I assume this is a necessary means of escape.

Sir, unless you think you can share the relevant information with me, I have no questions. "

"As long as you're still alive."

Her tone was very sincere, as if she was saying an eternal oath. Tony felt as if his heart had been hit by something, and he heard her continue, "And the whole world knows that my boss is a genius. Miss Potts and Mr. Hapi even speculated that you might assemble a pair of wings or something to fly back." Fléty changed a clean handkerchief, "In comparison, the reactor is more reasonable.

Although I believe that you definitely have the ability to assemble a pair of mechanical wings. "

The beautiful girl once again glanced at his round and charming abs, "Maybe it'll look like Cupid?"

Tony Stark, who was dissed for his height and weight in one sentence, laid on the stretcher and began to think. Where did Pepper find such a beautiful assistant who was as beautiful as an elf but as sharp-tongued as a witch? Was it to get back at him for delaying her birthday plans before he left?

However, it was obvious at a glance that the thing on his chest was an arc reactor.

"So, MIT?"

"I'm afraid I don't have the honor to be your alumnus, sir.

But in order to be qualified for the job of your personal assistant, I have done a systematic study. "

Fléty answered as he turned to the huge suitcase behind him, looking for something. A moment later, he took out a neat set of clothes.

"Sir?"

Fléty shook the brown shirt in his hand and walked towards Tony. The latter gave up on treatment and reached out to cooperate, like a piece of … bacon without the ability to move.

Brown shirt, polka-dot tie, TOM

FORD's black pin-striped suit jacket, and polished black leather shoes.

Fléty even took out a razor from the suitcase, and together with the surgical scissors, he trimmed Tony's mustache back to its original beautiful appearance.

Fléty, who took a step back, carefully looked at the new boss in front of him and put down the razor in satisfaction, "Sir, do you need anything else?"

"Yes."

Tony sucked up the last mouthful of salt water and complained in dissatisfaction, "If you're only going to give me salt water, you might as well throw me back to Afghanistan. At least they can cook beans."

Although it was not the usual kind of bad.

He complained seriously. His caramel eyes under his long eyelashes were like all the honey in the world. Being looked at by those eyes, no one could refuse any of his requests.

Not even Fléty.

"While you talk to Colonel Roddy, I'll prepare for you," Fléty looked at his watch, "Lunch.

Is a double cheeseburger okay, sir? "

I must be dizzy from hunger. Tony Stark, who had been dissed three times in the past hour and a half, was gnawing on a freshly baked cheeseburger. When he was pushed out in his wheelchair, he felt that it was the best cheeseburger he had ever eaten.

As for the assistant who put the diet coke on the wheelchair, she was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Although he secretly felt that the Diet Coke seemed to be hinting at something, the taste of the burger and cheese in his mouth made him give up this little bit of disharmony.

"So, you insisted on bringing a small refrigerator to the base just to make a cheeseburger for your boss?"

Rody was speechless as he looked at the billionaire who was happily munching on his hamburger. He then looked at the young lady standing behind him.

He still remembered how she "argued" with the soldier to let her bring a small refrigerator when she dragged a huge suitcase through the military security check two days ago.

Colonel Roddy looked at his friend who was dressed so nicely as if he could receive an award in the next second. Colonel Roddy didn't even know there was a hint of envy in his voice. "Hey, Tony, I'm starting to admire your new assistant."

Tony immediately exposed his intentions, "Don't think too much, I won't give you my cheeseburger."

The arms dealer who had been kidnapped for three months clearly had a lot of things to discuss with his military friend. She tactfully left the two men and returned to the area temporarily partitioned off by the sterile cloth to pack her things.

She took out her tablet and sent a message to Pepper. After thinking about it, she also sent a message to Jarvis.