Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Writing hot pot, reading it as a family-style buffet dinner is only enjoyed by Xiaotuanzi.

Peter lay down on the dining table and coughed twice, and when he looked up again, his eye sockets were covered with water, and his eyelids were pink, as if he had just watched a tear-jerking drama.

Rhodes poured water desperately, and the old father who was already so hot that he had aphasia still had to deal with Daisy who kept stretching out his hands to touch her round belly. The bowl put her on the ground to play by herself.

Daisy didn't want to, she stood on tiptoe, and realized that her height couldn't touch the table, so she turned back to Tony, calling "Mom" pitifully.

I don't know, I thought she was not allowed to eat.

But this little one has already eaten into a round milk ball, no matter how coquettish he is, he can't give it to him.

Finally, let Vision lead them out to play.

The stamina of the hot pot is so strong that even at bedtime, there is still smoke in the ears, and the heat is so hot that it makes people toss and turn.

I'm afraid several adults didn't sleep well tonight.

Only Daisy was the most worry-free. Playing at night exhausted her energy, and she didn't even need to read story books. She put the ball in the cradle and fell asleep holding the toy duckling by herself.

Go to bed early and wake up early.

Rhode's stomach fire burned all night, and he didn't sleep well. He is a soldier by nature, and his work and rest are very regular. He has to get up as soon as he opens his eyes. , Benben was already wiping the dining table with a rag.

The toaster on the table gave off a pleasant aroma of heat.

"Good morning, Mr. Rhodes," Jarvis said.

Rhodes walked around the living room and saw no one. Now he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. He twisted the lid and said, "Who's up?"

"Don't move," Tony said.

When the elevator behind him was operating, he was tirelessly straightening the messy balls of tender powder sitting on the table, and with his other hand he was recording something on the holographic projection screen.

In Daisy's eyes, the flowing data is very interesting. Dad's big hand grabbed her shoulder so gently, she just thought it was a game, and laughed happily, wanting to grab it in the air.

Still fidgeting.

Tony stared at his daughter, bent down and took a bag of fresh strawberries from the snack box he had prepared earlier.

Now little Daisy is a quiet baby.

Especially after successfully getting a big strawberry, one in his left hand and one in his right, he still cherished it very much, and ate it bit by bit with his head down, until his little mouth was red and bright.

She is not interested in coaxing anything else now.

"What is this doing?" Rhodes asked.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his friend playing with his daughter. When he walked up to him, he found a new armor model displayed on the screen. The limbs were still being assembled, but judging by the size, it was clearly a child's specification.

He was surprised: "For Daisy?"

Tony gave a light "hmm".

"No, such a young child wears armor..." Rhodes said halfway, he was attracted to the stack of documents spread out on the table, picked it up and looked, "Nanomolecules."

"If the same thing happens again, Jarvis will take her to a safe place." Tony slid his fingers across the screen, entered a few numbers, and carefully looked at the arm parts generated by the system.

Daisy ate slowly, and still ate a strawberry, and showed him her little empty hand, and he put another strawberry into the white and tender palm.

"By the way." He said, "You can show her some news. You don't need to watch any pictures of fighting or not."

The information was not easy to understand at all, and Rhodes let it go after a few glances. Hearing Tony's words at this moment, he was silent for a moment, shook his head while laughing, and patted his friend on the shoulder: "You are always like this."

Once you have considered the first item, you must always consider the hundredth item.

Including designing a battle suit for Peter Parker, putting 570 six design combinations, including creating illusions at the beginning, in order to prevent Jarvis from losing control, and retaining a set of programs when injecting consciousness-eventually became the newborn smart housekeeper in the future. "seed".

"Then what about this?" Rhode tapped on the nano-related information with his hand.

"Someone said nano is the future of technology." Tony said, "I agree."

He glanced at Daisy again: "If you use Nano, at least she won't feel the weight."

Rhodes no longer commented on the armor.

He hadn't had breakfast yet, and when he saw the dumpling eating strawberries happily, he suddenly became playful, and leaned over to coax him, "Give me one, baby."

He pointed to his mouth as he spoke.

Daisy still had a whole strawberry in her hand. When she heard the words and looked at the movements, she didn't understand what this uncle meant, and her cheeks that were moving and eating suddenly became calm.

He looked at him with big eyes, and then at Strawberry, revealing a bit of heartache and reluctance.

This reluctance made Rhodes feel unbearable.

Just as he was about to change his words, he saw the little hand that had hesitated for a while slowly stretching out towards him.

The fingers just wrapped around the strawberry, and tremblingly let go.

"Oh……"

Rhodes covered his heart.

If it wasn't for Tony's refusal, he would have hugged this little ball and kissed it hard.

Someone is responsible for taking care of the children, and the chairman can concentrate on studying the armor.

It's a pity that after a while, the smart housekeeper started to make today's schedule again: "Sir, I still received many interview applications yesterday."

Jarvis gave the applicant's email, but Tony didn't look up: "What?"

"Vanity Fair, Elite Daily, Newspaper," Jarvis said, "there is also a "Daily Planet". They all want to talk to you about the road accident a few days ago."

"Is the last one the New Paper?" Tony asked.

There is no need to answer the question, because the next second he rejected all the applications with "I am not happy to be interviewed".

Naturally, the journalists who applied soon received a declining e-mail written by Jarvis.

The computer beeped, and one hand pressed the mouse and clicked, and then clicked to close.

The other hand holds the phone.

"That's it." The woman's voice came from the receiver, "He doesn't want to. If you want, there may be some ways..."

"It's okay." The man who checked the mail whispered.

There are some photos under the computer, which show the kidnapper holding a young child with red eyes.

He stroked the photo, his eyes softened, and said, "There is always a chance."