Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Little Daisy Stark's new home is much, much bigger than the old one.

The mansion with a market value of [-] million US dollars is surrounded by mountains and rivers. From top to bottom, there is a huge helipad, a rooftop golf course, a private swimming pool and a garden. There is also a small playground behind the house. It may be very difficult to walk around the house. easy to get lost.

Daisy is very lost now.

The little baby led the toy horse and stood in the corridor looking around. He remembered that he had just walked out of the study, and after a while, he was dizzy and didn't know where he was going.

Minion Kevin came from the corner with a tall stack of books in his arms. When he saw Daisy who had lost his way in life, he whistled. When he saw her turn around happily, he stretched out a hand and led her to the study.

The old father is reading a book in the study.

His body hasn't fully healed yet, Simpson doesn't allow strenuous exercise, let alone fly around in the sky in armor, and orders him to relax and keep healthy every day, so he almost put wolfberries in his coffee.

"I'm watching you, Mr. Stark."

The doctor poked his own eyes with two slender fingers, and then poked Tony's eyes again, "I don't expect you to retire from the superhero post, but you should take a look at your body anyway, super serum injections are on the list." No Stark."

Tony wasn't one to disobey doctor's orders.

The sunshine is very good, and he is also happy to read books so easily occasionally, although he is reading related research reports on nano-molecular technology.

Then the light was blocked by a tall stack of book towers.

The old father didn't know what kind of confusion his daughter had just experienced outside. He rolled his eyes and pushed Kevin's book away on the table. He turned around and saw the little one at home leading the horse happily, wanting to sit on his lap and cooperate with her. He stretched out his hand to hug her, let her sit limply, turned the pages of the information, and continued to read the report data.

Daisy also wanted to see what her father was looking at.

It is very harmonious for the old and the young to read the words so seriously.

It has been two days since I moved to the new home from the Avengers base. Daisy still remembers the old villa. When she first came here, she said she wanted to go home. Now she knows that this is also her home, so she can stay at ease.

Now she puts her hand on the report, and slowly touches the words, as if she can recognize them by touching them.

"Go." Tony said, "Bring your drawing book here."

Daisy had her own drawing book, and when she was still at the Avengers base, she doodled with crayons every day, accumulating day by day, and now there are more than ten or twenty pages.

Tony plans to make a collection of it in the future and put it in his home for viewing.

Although Xiaotuanzi couldn't tell what it was in the painting, and occasionally pointed to a dark dot and said it was his father, but he had been doing psychological hints for a long time, and he did look like an old father.

When Daisy heard this, she quickly slid to the floor, rummaged through a pile of children's books to find the picture book, came back happily, and handed the book to her father.

The old father opened the blank page of the picture book, unscrewed the pen, and wrote his name on it in a flying style.

Start a new line and write your daughter's name.

Daisy Maria Stark.

Sitting in her father's arms, Tuanzi watched intently. Seeing that her father had finished writing, she opened her crayon box and hurried to get her favorite red crayon. She also wanted to learn to write.

It's a pity that the small hand is flexible when holding the eating spoon, but it is crooked when holding the pen to write. It is obvious that I can draw smooth lines, but I can't write English letters like small tadpoles.

It's like a ghost drawing, and I don't know what it wrote.

Even so, Daisy had fun, giggling while writing, looking up at her father, and willing to show her work.

Children who are loved by their parents are always more confident.

"It's not very well written here."

Tony dotted on the paper, leaned over and sat closer to the table, hugged his daughter's doughy little hand with his big hand, and taught him to write stroke by stroke.

"This is Tony," he said.

"Tony." Tuanzi followed suit.

"Tony is Daisy's father."

The old father's teacher's attitude is very high. It could have been a more warm picture, but he is very serious. He feels that the hand in the palm is gently moving, and he is studying hard. His brows and eyes are loose and soft. sentiment, "So you know on your knees, this is Daisy."

"Daisy."

"Daisy is Tony's child."

"It's me, Dad." Daisy pouted, and quickly pointed to herself.

"Of course it's you."

It took more than half an hour to learn to write in this way.

The little dumpling moves a lot when it moves, but it can sit still when it calms down. Besides, she likes to stay with Tony, and concentrates on writing. Although she still looks like a caterpillar crawling around in the end, she can already see that "Daisy "Like.

Daisy closed the drawing book cherishingly. She had a flat stomach after writing for so long, and wanted to go out and ask Wendy for snacks.

Just thinking about it, I heard a knock on the door, and a head with a turban poked out of the door.

Wendy hid half of her face behind the door frame, very embarrassed: "Mr. Stark, which corridor is the elevator in?"

Just moved and always does.

Apart from Tony, the one who knows the way the most is actually the minions all over the place.

After all, it was the character who could find the Avengers base by relying on Zhang's writing "Stark" all the way. After only two days, the banana capsules touched all the rooms in the villa.

Tony hadn't steamed the sauna yet, so he opened the door and went in, only to find that there were minions lying all over the place inside, and the playground in the snow had become a playground for minions. Screams resounded through the sky.

Even the first bucket of popcorn in the home theater was popped by the little yellow man, watching and eating, crying while eating.

Later, I found out that it wasn't that the movie was too warm, but that the script and the actors were so bad that it made people cry.

Tony's temper was considered good enough for not throwing this group of troublemakers out of the villa.

He gradually realized that he had a brain twitch, and what he took in was not a banana nanny, but more like a talented little villain.

The minions are more proficient at making liquid bombs with chemical reagents than cooking, and they are more proficient at assembling guns than toys. They even want to try out the redesigned Iron Spider-Man armor that Peter has not yet known.

Only for Daisy is the best.

What Tony said, the little yellow people often listened to the wind, Daisy said some childish words in a childish voice, and became a typhoon of level [-] that pierced their eardrums, listening to nothing, probably Daisy wanted the stars in the sky, They can all build a shrinking gun and steal the planet from the universe.

Of course, this approach is quite anti-scientific.

With the little yellow people around, Wendy's efficiency is much higher. Although she needs to be wary from time to time to prevent them from replacing her job, but like today, when she finishes cleaning the gym and rushes to cook, she can make the remaining few rooms Give it to Dave and Bob in maid outfits.

"There's no rush for lunch," Tony said.

When he said this, he was in the living room, and Tuanzi was walking the toy pony beside him.

Wendy was wearing an apron and walking towards the kitchen. Hearing what her employer said, she was a little puzzled: "Mr. Stark?"

Doubts quickly turned to enlightenment.

Doorbell rang.

Wendy ran to drive away, and the two minions standing in the living room watching Daisy playing with toys looked at each other and laughed in a tacit understanding.

One bumped the other with his shoulder, and the other bumped back, winking, imitating someone who pouted as a kiss, and hugged each other.

The acting is outstanding.

Wendy came in to greet the guests.

It was a familiar face. The woman was wearing a smart white dress, her blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and she didn't wear lipstick. She looked at Daisy, then at Tony, and said with a smile, "Have a nice weekend."