Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

"listen."

Mysterious whispers came from the small black room, half threatening and half educational, because of the surrounding darkness, it seemed that the evil wizard was chanting a spell.

The man continued to speak, pointing his finger at a ghostly shadow floating in front of him, listening seriously: "Don't touch other people's children at will. Especially when the atmosphere is tense...she has a guardian, you know?"

The thing on the other side didn't answer.The collar flapped in the air, creating small gusts of wind.

"Thank you, it's cold enough." Doctor Strange Stephen asked in a low voice, "Understood?"

No answer.

Obediently floating there to listen to the training is already rare for the cloak, especially it has a bit of rebellious psychology. Although it can't speak, it makes a mess. Now twisting in the dark, Stephen asked again, only to feel a sudden gust of wind After a while, the door opened wide, and the eyes suddenly brightened.

A cry of surprise came from the door.

Daisy, who was wrapped in a plush rabbit toddler clothes, had been waiting helplessly on the door for a long time, like a soft refrigerator magnet, sticking to it motionless, she didn’t even want to eat the fruit ball after she dug it up, she just wanted to be with her family. The new residents play.

She was always waiting there, always seeing the cloak come out, a little doubtful about life, and turned her head to look at the stupid Benben in the corridor who was unhappy because of falling out of favor.

But there is only stupid, no father, and can't unlock the door. She can only continue to stick to the door, tiptoe, trying to reach the handle that is close at hand, but she can't reach it, and whispers in a difficult way.

The Stark babies are clearly smart babies.

The old father was talking to Thor in the living room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pink milk ball slipping out of the corridor. He slightly raised his eyebrows and ignored her, allowing her to swim in the living room of the big villa.

Originally, I thought this little one could be patient, and I didn't want to run out so quickly.

Then I knew it was a mistake in judgment.

Daisy didn't swim long—she came prepared, went into the doll's room, and rolled out a little stool.

The stool was pushed all the way to the door where Stephen and the cloak were hidden, with two small hands firmly pressing the sides, Tuanzi raised his waist, and his little fat legs reached up, and he was about to stand on the stool unsteadily.

"You're not afraid of kowtowing." Someone behind suddenly said, "Is that so?"

The talking old father stopped talking at some point, and walked over without a sound, as if stepping on a cotton mat.

He was so silent, but Daisy still heard the movement, so she was not frightened. She kept her body folded, turned her head and smiled quietly.

Laughed too early.

In the next second, Baby Daisy stood there empty-handed, with a child's sadness on his face, watching his father confiscate the chair mercilessly, unable to resist, sad for a while, and went back to the door.

This time it didn't take long before the door opened by itself.

The cloak escaped at a life-and-death speed, unaware that there was a baby outside. Seeing that Daisy lost her support, she was about to fall into the room, but when she fell crookedly, there was no pain. The red cloak supported her body.

That's how it came with a cry of surprise.

Daisy was happy. The old father saw Doctor Strange standing in the room. Although he didn't look as angry as when he was about to quarrel, he didn't show a particularly emotional expression. He walked two steps forward and wanted to take his daughter away from there. What Indian flying carpet.

"Beforehand." Tony said, "I don't really welcome you to live in."

"I didn't want to live either." Stephen was still standing in the shadow of the room, but he didn't turn on the light, "I hope you understand."

Talking well, somehow the smell of gunpowder suddenly became so strong again.

In the final analysis, Doctor Strange took the initiative to come to the door, one for Odin's entrustment, and the other for Daisy.

"Don't you want to know where this daughter comes from?" he asked at the time.

But it's not just this sentence that holds Iron Man's weakness, the focus is on the back.

The earth is so small, but there are too many aliens hidden in it.

After the growth spurt of superheroes, aliens with confirmed identities have accumulated one by one, not to mention that Thor’s good brother went into space. Everyone knows that there is a good place like the earth. holiday travel.

This time the threat came, and the source was an alien.

"I didn't say it must be a threat, please don't misinterpret what I mean." Stephen lifted his eyes up, and the soft light in the temple was reflected in the pale pupils, "I just said that there is an alien trying to approach you daughter, Daisy Stark."

"Maybe it's a relative, maybe it's an enemy. You'll know it when you see it."

Because of this, at this moment, the two, one with full technology points and the other with a major in magic, even though they don't like each other, can still stand together relatively peacefully, and live under the same roof without fighting .

Thor doesn't care too much about whether the two fight or not.

Most of his anger at the fact that his younger brother Loki repeatedly used illusions to pretend to be dead to deceive himself has already dissipated most of it—for the time being, most of it has disappeared, and the rest of his depression has turned into an excellent appetite, especially when eating. A lot, because I missed the heroic eating of meat in Asgard, so I just made a big plate and sat alone in the kitchen, munching.

Actually not alone.

When he was eating, Daisy hid under the dining table and watched, drooling with greed, and her appetite for dinner with her improved a lot.

Today is the first day of Stephen's stay, the setting sun is just about to sink to the horizon, the sky is very bright, and it is not time for dinner.

The three big men sat quietly in the living room, and the scene could be as weird as it wanted.

Daisy's tall and young nanny Wendy, who has a chef's certificate, came up from the underground garage in the elevator. Knowing that Tony was going back to New York today, he wanted to cook a nutritious meal for Daisy, and he went to dance after cooking the host's dinner. , Who would have thought that when he opened the door and saw such a scene, the person who was about to say hello fell silent for a moment, not daring to breathe too hard, trying to reduce the sense of presence, and groped into the kitchen.

Only the dumpling and cloak who don't know how to feel the atmosphere play best.

The cloak wrapped the milky air, and it really swam slowly in the air like a flying carpet. The feeling of soaring into the air was extremely exciting, better than her father's usual lifting. Daisy sat cross-legged in it, never Swimming from one end of the corridor to the other, passing the living room on the way, seeing the old father leaning on the sofa, pointing with his little finger, he was about to fly over.

The cloak was not very willing, and the flying speed was extremely slow, and when it came to Tony, it dragged, as if there was a magnet sucking its ass from behind.

Delay is not impossible to delay.

But it dragged on like this, unexpectedly Tony raised his head, his caramel-colored eyes stared sharply, and immediately trembled, cowardly made a slide, and slid the dumpling back into his father's arms.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Stephen looked at Junjie, who was supposed to be on his back, but now he left without permission, and felt his temples twitching slightly.

"About that so-called alien." Tony hugged the restless dough in his arms, and the red mouth pouted up, rubbed his face with saliva, and he wiped it off with his hands with a little disgust, "You What do you want me to do?"

"A reporter from "Planet Daily" wanted to interview you before." Stephen said, "Let him come."

What he said was abrupt and subtle, and after digging, it seemed that there was a lot of information.

Tony turned on the phone screen, grabbed the holographic projection screen, projected it in the air, and the data flowed, and a man's file soon appeared.

Black hair slightly curly, blue eyes, high nose bridge, wearing a pair of earthy black-rimmed glasses.

It looks really ordinary.

The name is also unremarkable.

"Clark Kent." The chairman narrowed his eyes and scrolled down two lines to read his biography. "You said such a reporter is an alien."

"It's like you're Iron Man, there's nothing wrong with it." Stephen revealed a slightly imperceptible smile when he spoke.

Obviously not a compliment.

Tony was about to continue down, when he suddenly felt that the daughter in his arms was abnormal, and looked down, her small face turned a little red, and when she smelled it again, her face became subtle: "Are you..."

Before she could ask, Daisy felt uncomfortable and began to writhe. The cloak who had been waiting beside her for a long time was unwilling to be lonely, and when she saw this, she slid over and swept the little one away like a burrito.

"You'd better give her back to me, Indian flying carpet." The old father looked so dignified.

But this kind of majestic cloak has been seen on Stephen's face more than once. I was frightened just now and was about to avenge my shame. How could I listen to him? I glided left and right, and Stephen's face was in front of me. Shun Shun Dang slipped into the arms of Doctor Strange.

Stephen didn't want to pick it up at all.

But not thinking is one thing, instinct is one thing, the angle of the cloak slipping is a bit crooked, and when he realized it, he had already stretched out his hands, holding Daisy up with one hand to support her shoulders, and with the other hand resting her little buttocks, hugging her. It's really good.

Daisy was still suffocating, and suddenly exerted strength all over her body, and then her whole body relaxed.

It seems that something big has been accomplished.

Stephen's expression changed instantly.

He could feel the subtle touch from the diaper held in the palm of his hand. Even a doctor with a double degree in medical science could not describe this touch. If he moved his nose involuntarily, he immediately smelled more subtle smells.

Doctor Strange's darkened face gradually turned green.

Thor was playing with a hammer next to him. He didn't think it was a big deal. He leaned on the sofa, leaned on Tony's shoulder with his elbow, and whispered super loudly: "He used to be a doctor, right?"