Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Repeated several times later, all with the same result.

He didn't teach anything, but made Tuanzi teary, and every time he managed to coax her back to sit on the low stool, she would persistently come to stop her when she hit her.

Twice I ran in a hurry and almost fell down.

The little hand grabbed the old father's pants and wanted to climb up, but this time he finally got his wish and was hugged in his arms.

The limp body cuddled tightly, making people feel unbearable.

If she continued to toss, she was afraid that she would really cry.

Tony looked down at the little daughter who was hugging his neck, and his cheek touched her soft light blonde hair, like a cloud passing by.

A very light sigh rose from his throat, and he finally started to untie his boxing gloves.

This means no more fights.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

Every time Daisy defended her father, she would turn her head to look at him, her eyes were shocked and pitiful, which aroused a sense of guilt in him.

Fortunately, after world peace, Spider-Man is still Little Daisy's second favorite person, and tickling her fingers in the past can still make her smile.

Rhodes was very envious. Looking at his empty arms, his eyes became bitter, and he turned to ask his friend: "What is the basis for her liking level?"

"Are you asking me?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

It's really useless to think about it.

Vision sat next to him and didn't say much.

Every time he came, he was very serious—all of his seriousness was on Daisy, and he kept his eyes on the short figure who was chasing and playing with Peter without blinking for a while.

The toddler’s energy seems to be endless, and she is still full of energy since she got up and played in the morning. It is rare to have so many acquaintances together, and she is getting more and more excited. Right now, she is dragging out a toy room bigger than herself. Twice as many baby bears, give them to Peter.

The baby bear moved slowly with the movement of the little feet, almost covering Daisy's figure. When it came to the front, its footsteps twisted, and the whole body was thrown into the arms of the hero next door. It became a pyramid-like three-layer cake.

Peter's hair was a little disheveled, and there was a bear lying on his chest, and there was a ball lying on top of the bear.

He just laughed and raised his hand to protect it, in case the little one suddenly rolled over and slipped down.

Daisy paddled the bear on the air for a while, her mind suddenly changed, and at this moment she felt that the bear was in the way, she pushed it away forcefully, and wanted to lie down in Peter's arms.

Peter liked the smell of her body very much—the sweet fragrance of milk, and occasionally he could smell the smell of talcum powder or baby bath milk, which was labeled harmless. He lowered his head and sniffed it, and felt his heart was very soft.

He thought that when he himself was very small, he should have been this soft.

But it is not easy to raise such a small child.

Ever since I had Daisy, I can more and more understand how hard it is for Aunt Mei to raise her by herself.

Then I thought, Mr. Stark probably worked harder.

"He doesn't work hard." Rhodes said, "If he wants to look for it, the nannies can line up from one end of the living room to the other."

As he spoke, he wrote a capital letter in the air with his fingers, and just about to blurt it out, he looked at Peter's face, hesitated for a moment, leaned into Vision's ear and whispered: "And every time I change people, I ask for more than this cup."

Vision showed no expression, and turned to look at the exit of the living room.

When Rhodes said these words, Tuanzi had already been carried back to the bedroom by Tony, and was about to take a nap.

After changing her diapers, she was still very energetic. She was lying on her back on the bed holding the bottle and drinking milk, her big eyes were still rolling around, looking around, especially when she saw Tony coming in with a storybook, her eyes suddenly lit up a little .

Today I want to tell a story about a magical grandma.

For adults, reading a story to such a young child is more like reading to oneself, but no matter whether Daisy can understand it or not, she always likes to look at pictures, and she also likes to hear her father speak softly.

Tony leaned back on the bed, now a cushion for his daughter.

Often before a page is finished in a storybook, a small hand is raised to forcibly turn to the next page.

Seeing that the bottle of milk had already been drunk to the bottom, the little guy was still fidgeting and flipping through the book. Unfortunately, before he finished flipping through, he was hugged by his old father and laid flat on the big bed.

"You just don't want to sleep," Tony said.

Tuanzi rolled over, turned over, and stood up to look at him.

The four eyes met, the old father's face was indifferent, and then he saw his daughter put a small hand on her mouth, patted it lightly, her big eyes were curved, and said softly: "Bobo."

She spoke the word very skillfully.

Every time I act like a baby, nine times out of ten I want to pop.

The chairman who looked down at his daughter seemed unmoved. He sat there for a while, and finally leaned over and kissed that tender cheek.

Daisy giggled, pursed her lips, and kissed him on the cheek too.

The beard was so prickly, she quickly touched her mouth.

Tony's eyes were softer, and he was about to tell her to lie back, when he suddenly felt a heat on his back, looked back, and caught the phantom standing at the door secretly observing.

"..."

"The door is not closed," Vision said.

His face was thoughtful.

It turns out that telling a story and rocking a cradle bed is not as practical as putting a quilt over it and letting Daisy lie there by herself.

The room is very quiet, there are no toys, and no one plays with her. She rolls over like an omelette, occasionally plays with her hands, and yawns when she is playing. Her big eyes are covered with water mist, and finally the battery runs out. , eyes closed, soundly asleep.

This sleep lasted until evening.

The bed was squirmed in a soft mass wrapped in the quilt, and slowly sat up.

She has curly hair, and when she opened her eyes, she didn't see her father, but saw a vision of sitting by the bed reading a book.

He is tall and slender, with good-looking hands, and he is pleasing to the eye on the white paper, with a bookish look.

With him watching here, Benben was temporarily unemployed.

Daisy poked her head to look at the door of the bedroom. The corridor was too long to see anything.

"Mr. Stark is outside." Vision said.

Daisy was not afraid of him from the first meeting.

I didn't know the reason at first, but after thinking about it, it was probably because his voice was very similar to Jarvis's, which Tuanzi naturally felt kind to him when he was a child.

At this moment, she looked at him, raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, rubbing away the ignorance of just waking up, and didn't cry.

The guardrails around the bed were pulled high by Tony, and she couldn't get out even when she stood up, obediently waiting for someone to hug her as usual.

Vision walked up to her.

He shortened his body and looked at her at the same level, but he was not in a hurry to extend a helping hand, his thoughts were rushing, he didn't know what to think, and after a long while, he said: "Bobo."

Daisy just looked at him, stood on tiptoe, and patted her mouth with her little hand like she did every time.

Then she gave the man in front of her a kiss on the cheek.

Gently, one touch and leave.

Little Daisy didn't expect this step, she was a little dazed for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she looked at the vision and raised her hand to erase his kiss.

It's a world of differential treatment.

Vision wasn't angry at all.

He thought about it, and continued to get so close with a serious spirit of inquiry, pointing to his face.

Daisy felt it was amused, she pouted and touched his face cooperatively.

Then Vision raised his hand, erasing her kiss as well.

He suddenly laughed.