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Ding Ding Ding!

Weller opened his eyes, quickly turned off the ringtone of his cell phone, and gently patted little Hope who was sleeping in his arms.

Suddenly, under Weller's comfort, little Hope's hazy eyes slowly closed again, and her breathing became even again.

Getting up quickly, Weller prepared a simple breakfast for himself.

After first filling his stomach and preparing a nutritious breakfast for little Hope, Weller gently woke up little Hope.

"father!"

Little Hope sat up in a daze, and was carried into the bathroom by Weller with a smile, and placed in front of the sink.

Dropping cold water on little Hope's face, the little guy trembled and woke up quickly.

"ah!"

Little Hope's eyes widened. Seeing Weller holding his own toothbrush cup, he hurriedly said: "Dad, I'll do it myself!"

Little Hope stood on tiptoes, waving her hands, and asked Weller for his toothbrush cup.

Weller pointed to the small chair aside specially prepared for little Hope.

"Go, move here."

"oh oh!"

Little Hope obediently moved the small chair over, grabbed Weller's clothes, and slowly stood up.

"I'm great!"

Little Hope put his hands on his waist, like a proud peacock.

Peacock?

For some reason, Weller was reminded of Tony Stark.

"Uh……"

Weller shuddered, handed the toothbrush filled with toothpaste to Little Hope, and then placed the little yellow duck cup in front of Little Hope, looking at the little guy funny.

"Come on, show!"

Little Hope nodded solemnly and started brushing his teeth in a serious manner. When he was about to finish brushing, he couldn't help but wink at Weller proudly, but he didn't want to...

"Gudong!"

Swallowed a mouthful of white bubbles.

Little Hope: (???)

It's over, it's over!

She ate the toothpaste.

"Dad, Daddy..."

Little Hope looked at Weller at a loss.

She actually made a mistake!

Weller coughed slightly, his face serious.

"You're done! This thing is poisonous! You'll get a stomachache!"

"poison?"

Little Hope tilted her head.

Weller slapped his forehead.

Although little Hope is smart, he still doesn't understand many things.

"It's just a bad thing. If you eat it, you won't be able to see your father again."

"I-I don't want to not be able to see my father! Woohoo!"

Tears instantly appeared in little Hope's eyes.

Weller hurriedly held the little guy in his arms and whispered comfort.

Damn it, why did he lie to this little guy.

Weller felt a little regretful and felt heartbroken when he saw the crying little guy.

"Dad promises that Hope will never miss seeing dad."

After Weller's repeated assurances, little Hope finally stopped crying.

"Again, again!"

Little Hope stubbornly held up his toothbrush.

A little guy who loves to pursue perfection.

Weller muttered in his heart and could only accompany the little guy to brush his teeth again.

A few minutes later, after Hope had washed up, Weller put little Hope into the baby chair, prepared a nutritious breakfast for little Hope and placed it in front of the little one. He watched little Hope try hard to wave the fork and the fork he just started learning yesterday. I ate it vigorously with the spoon, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment.

Ding.

Weller's cell phone rang.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was a message from Martin.

Although he and Martin rarely met, Martin still sent messages to Weller every day, reporting on the status of his mission.

Through this period of hard work, Martin has become a popular person under Boss Lai, and Boss Lai has taken a big step forward in his career because of those customer information.

However, for Weiler and the others, the biggest gain was that through hard work, Martin successfully became an insider for the police after reporting several times of human trafficking, and became a hero in the eyes of the police who broke into the enemy.

After reading the news, Weller raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Boss Lai had a conflict with the Albanian gang due to business matters.

Albanian gangsters.

It's these people again.

Weller groaned.

In the past week, Brian has mastered water breathing and joined the Hand under Kingpin's arrangement.

After Brian stabilizes in the Hand, Weller plans to go to Albania with him to deal with the gangs targeting him.

In addition to the Albanian matter, there are also those weavers who need to be dealt with.

Weller pressed his temples with a headache.

He would never forget those weavers, and he even suspected that Brian's previous killing in Istanbul had something to do with these weavers.

However, if the Hand takes it, those people may be able to annex it.

After all, those people are brutally trained killers who can be put to good use with a little training.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind.

"father!"

Weller turned around and his face darkened.

Little Hope stuffed two shrimps into his nose and looked at him with a proud face.

"It smells so good!"

Little Hope sniffed.

Weller hurriedly pulled out his two poor shrimps and threw them aside.

"If you stick it up your nose, these shrimps will get into your brain and eat your head!"

"no, do not want!"

Little Hope quickly blocked her nose.

"Then eat quickly and I'll take you out for shopping after eating."

Weller touched little Hope's head.

Children are still easy to fool.

"I want to buy toys!"

Little Hope shouted something loudly, lowered his head and started to cook.

After a while, little Hope finished her breakfast. Weller packed up the dishes and drove Little Hope to a children's clothing store.

It's late autumn now, and Weller plans to buy some thick clothes for little Hope.

Gloves, hats, scarves, down jackets, all ready.

This one is cute, that one is beautiful too...

No, it’s too cute!

Get a set of the same!

Little Hope was sitting on a chair, eating a fresh milk lollipop and letting Weller play with it. His cute and cute appearance made everyone around him marvel.

When Weller came to, he had more than a dozen bags filled with his purchases.

"I must have been poisoned by Hope."

Weller murmured, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"Gone, honey."

Weller picked up little Hope, and after refusing the clerk's request to help him carry things, he reached out and pressed on the bags, and all the bags suddenly disappeared.

The clerk wiped his eyes in disbelief and looked at Weller in surprise.

Weller smiled mysteriously and walked out of the store.

"Bye-Bye!"

Little Hope waved her little hand.

"So cute."

The female clerk pressed her chest.

"I think her father is cuter. He's so handsome."

Her colleagues looked at Weller's back infatuatedly.

"Hehe, you are crazy! Why didn't you ask for your phone number just now?"

"I'm very self-aware, okay?"

The fat female clerk rolled her eyes.

"Ha ha!"

"Shh, the store manager is here."

After leaving the store, Weller rushed into the toy store with little Hope and asked Little Hope to pick some toys. Just when Weller was about to take the little guy to lunch, a strange phone call came in.

Weller raised an eyebrow.

More and more people know his phone number.

After picking up the phone, before Weller could speak, an anxious female voice rang.

"Is it Mr. Weller Hunter? I'm Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark's assistant. I need your help in an emergency!"