Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Such fearless courage and tenacious desire to survive in the face of danger are really moving.For a moment, even the big villain Simpson was speechless, looking at the figure of Xiaotuan who rushed out the door, and even saw a bit of tragic heroism.

It's a pity that the hero didn't wait to escape from birth, but was caught up by the cruel old father who was walking slowly and took him back to the horror house.

Daisy cried sadly.

The little dumpling huddled helplessly in Tony's arms, the tears she had held back for a long time flowed indiscriminately because of the hopelessness of escaping, whining, endless grievances flowed into her heart.

Especially when she cried for a while, she was a little tired, and while sobbing, she wanted to look up and take a rest, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Simpson who was watching the show with a smile on her face.

Fighting to no avail is sadder than not fighting at all.

The chairman's high-end custom-made clothes were rubbed so loosely by the youngest daughter, it was probably useless, but at this moment, he didn't hold his father's airs and say something to be strong indifferently like before, and gestured for Miss Harper Stepping back, whispered: "Wait."

"Here." Simpson groped in the drawer for a while, found a biscuit box, opened it and put it in front of Daisy, "Here you go."

Little Daisy was ready to resist him with all her heart, but who would have thought that she would see an irresistible temptation just by casually looking at him.

Animal crackers.

These are not ordinary animal biscuits. The patterns are vivid and cute, sprinkled with colorful sugar granules and filled with fillings.

Daisy likes to eat.But because it's too sweet, Tony doesn't give it much at home.

Tears tremblingly hung on the eyelashes, and finally temporarily stopped supplying.

Tuanzi stretched out his little hand with tears in his eyes, and rummaged through the biscuit box. He was not greedy, and the one who only took a pack of elephants out of so many pieces shrank back.

Of course, it wouldn't be right to say she wasn't greedy at all—elephant biscuits were the biggest, so you could eat more.

She wanted to take it apart, and she instinctively acted before she took it apart, looking up at Tony.

Tony's maple syrup eyes were looking down.

Looking at each other, Daisy held up the biscuit and showed him, eagerly waiting for an agreement.

But the ruthless hand snatched the biscuit away.

Little Daisy blinked, and was about to continue to be sad, when she suddenly heard the sound of the wrapping paper being torn, and before she could wait, the biscuit was back in her hand, and she still opened her mouth.

"Only eat one." The old father said indifferently.

The person in my arms suddenly rained and cleared, and she was still crying, but suddenly she smiled with crooked eyes, shrunk into a ball eating alone, lowered her head and tore off the transparent wrapping paper, rubbed a corner of the biscuit, put it to her mouth and bit it a mouthful.

The sweet sandwich flowing out of it will make people fly with joy and completely forget the fear.

Daisy is still too young and innocent.

She ate half of the biscuits, and when she was about to reach the middle part with the most delicious and thickest milk sandwich, the snack in her hand was snatched away again. With a half-smile, he said to her, "Eat after the injection."

Old ginger is very spicy and has a lot of effect.

Daisy was thinking about the biscuit, but she downplayed her fear of the injection. Harper came over with a cotton dipped in alcohol. She hesitated, looked at the biscuit that was placed aside and out of reach, and then looked at Simpson next to the biscuit, feeling a sense of crisis. He stood up and stretched out his small arms.

Injection is actually very fast.The pain lasted for a moment, like being stung by a bee.

Little Daisy just watched the whole process of Harper's injection with her eyes wide open, with tears in her eyes, but she didn't cry after all. After putting on a small sticker of Iron Man, she turned around and showed Tony her arm. He can speak fluently, and he might add that he was beaten here.

In exchange for the needle, I got a whole box of biscuits.

Occasionally Simpson wasn't so bad--he saw that Daisy really liked it, and bagged the biscuits for her to take home.

"Come here often to play." But the words said with a smiley expression will never make people like it.

Putting aside the unpleasant memory of the injection, and counting on her fingers, Daisy actually had a very happy day today.

After eating her favorite biscuits and going to bed at night, Tony rarely finds time to read stories to her.

The dough wrapped in the thin quilt spread out on the stomach, put his chin on the old father's lap, occasionally propped his head up, and looked at the pictures in the storybook.

"Please don't make a video." The chairman coldly drove away Benben who was wandering around the room with a camera, turned to the next page, and continued to tell the story of "Superman".

Superman has a long body and great strength.

When a vehicle on the road is about to hit a little frog crossing the road, Superman uses himself as a lifeline, entangles the little frog, and pulls it to the side of the road.

"It probably didn't think that it would crush the ants when dragging the frog," Tony said.

Gradually he stopped reading.

Daisy was lying there with her eyes closed, her small body rising and falling regularly and slowly, apparently in a dream.

She slept soundly, and she didn't move when she was carried back to the small bed. She grasped and grasped with her two white and tender hands, and it didn't take long for her to loosen her strength.

Superheroes read superhero stories to superhero daughters.

"It's not necessarily a good kid to be a hero," Tony said.

He said this very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he didn't know whether to say it to Daisy or to himself, he was silent for a while, raised his hand to wipe his face, and turned to turn off the light on the ceiling.

"Sir, I have an invitation."

After leaving the nursery, Tony heard Jarvis say, "You are invited to the dinner party."

It's called a dinner party in name, but it's actually an auction. The catalog of the auction items is not public, and it's mysterious, but it's also interesting.

It doesn't mean much to Tony.

He didn't need anything, and he still had a small child to take care of, so he didn't want to go too much. He turned on his phone and looked at the invitation sent by the smart butler, and asked absently, "Who else is invited to the dinner?"

Jarvis named several names.

"...and Bruce Wayne."

Before the words finished, the chairman's footsteps on the way to the bathroom paused.

"The name sounds familiar," he said.

Tony's face remained unchanged, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. After thinking quietly for a minute or two, he raised his hand and knocked on the wall, and said to Jarvis, "Send an email and ask someone to arrange the time for me."