Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Daisy obviously doesn't know how much psychological challenge she has brought to Doctor Strange.

The diaper was bulging, and she was not very comfortable, twisting left and right in his big hand, wanting to go back to Dad.

This idea was realized at such a fast speed that even Stephen himself may not know that he understands the mind of a young child so well, his arms stiffened, his expression on his face was also stiff, he maintained the original posture of holding the child, got up and strode up to Tony , Returning Daisy to her father's arms.

The hand holding the child trembled slightly.

Thor watched Stephen's broken and serious face the whole time. He didn't like talking and doing things. Now seeing the indifference of "I am a super powerful mage" on his face cracked and disintegrated, and he wanted to laugh in his heart. , So I really laughed out loud.

Daisy was lying in her father's arms, and she turned her head away attracted by the laughter. Although she didn't know what the big man was laughing at, she also bent her eyes and clapped her hands happily.

Stephen's restlessness ended when Daisy left her hand. At this moment, facing the God of Thunder, he undisguisedly hahaha, and the expression of nothing to do with me was restored on his face. He even wanted to laugh like the other party, and slowly raised his hand ——For a moment, I thought of the experience of these hands just now and wanted to put them down——after all, I lifted them up.

He kept his left hand still, and began to draw circles with his right, looking not straight ahead, but above Thor's head.

The circle drawn is really standard. When the math teacher says that S is equal to the square of πr, there may be a lot of room for development.

Looking at the right hand wearing the yellow leather glove, one may get a glimpse of the reason why he can open the door of time and space anytime and anywhere.

There is a brass ring with two holes on his hand, called the hanging ring.There are reliefs on the surface of the hanging ring, drawing some mysterious patterns, which can help the occult mage to travel through various spaces.

Stephen moved quickly, and Thor was still laughing, unaware that a hole the size of a bucket ring had opened above his head, shining golden light, and the other end of the hole seemed to be another world.

There was a burst of apple rain.

Just as Thor looked up, one of the apples stuffed his mouth.

"Maybe an alien Newton can be produced." Stephen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You don't need to thank me."

Thor squinted at him, and with a "click", magnanimously gnawed half of the apple stuck in his mouth.

Looking at the overall situation, the only one who feels benefited is probably the little Daisy of the Stark family.

As soon as Daisy saw the apple rain, she immediately opened her eyes wide. The child's worldview was greatly impacted, and she didn't know if it could be restored.

This shock is not necessarily a bad thing.

She was so happy right away that she didn't even want to stay in Dad's arms anymore. Her small body nimbly slipped out of Tony's arms and sat on the sofa, holding an apple with her little hand, holding one in her left hand and another in her right hand, like breaking The little monkey of corn, when he hugged his arms full, he still remembered to put one in his old father's hand, very happy.

The cloak created this little chaos, and finally kept a low profile and calmed down a lot, and stopped running around the world. At this time, seeing that the master didn't pay attention to him, he was huddled under the sofa, and secretly taking apples.

It has a very thorough understanding of the principle of "no fat water flows into outsiders' fields".

Thinking about it, if Doctor Strange refused to eat dinner in this luxury villa because of this incident, there would be apples to satisfy his hunger.

"Ask Wendy to help you take a bath." Tony took the apple from Xiaogan's youngest daughter in the United States, looked at her bulging urine bag, and got up and called the nanny.

When Wendy wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen, Daisy still couldn't let go of the one, two or three apples she had so hard to hold, and stuffed them into the gap between Dad's back and the sofa like a hamster stockpiling food.

Stephen went to wash his hands.

It's one thing to gag Thor with an apple, it's another thing if he's not happy about it.

He has experienced a lot before becoming a occult mage, so now he rarely gets really angry. He faces the big mirror in the bathroom by himself, looks at the face that seems to be him but doesn't seem to be him, and rinses it with water. .

Of course, being unhappy and having no emotions are two different things.

When washing his hands, he thought about the touch and smell he had just felt, and even though he had no objection to the child, he still instinctively twisted his mouth.

If anyone saw his hands under the faucet, he would be quite surprised.

Stephen had been a brilliant surgeon before, but it was obviously not a pair of doctors' hands.

The numerous scars that cannot be erased are like struggling to death on the tip of a knife.

Actually it's almost there.

I don't know how many people can understand the pain of eleven stainless steel nails being driven into the bone. It almost ruined his hands and his future as a doctor.

Very hopeless, but not completely hopeless.

In addition to being a doctor, there is no other way to save lives and heal the wounded.

Stephen turned off the tap.

The magic floating cloak obediently attached to the back gently stroked his hair with the collar.

"Don't mess with my hair," Stephen said.

He wiped his hands, opened the bathroom door, and walked out, meeting Tony who was coming.

Tony probably wanted to go back to the bedroom to get something, he glanced casually, and saw Stephen's hand before he had time to put on the glove, and his footsteps paused slightly.

Stephen was expressionless, and he was expressionless immediately, just passing by.

After taking a bath, the little Daisy baby is a fragrant baby again.

The light blonde hair was messily brushed, and the whole person was wrapped in a forgiving and soft baby bathrobe. The sleeves were too long, and the trouser legs were too long. He looked more and more like a piece of dough with four corners torn apart, crawling happily on the big bed.

In the past, I picked up the little one, lowered my head and sniffed it, and smelled the milky smell mixed with the body wash.

Dinner is three big ones with one small one.

I thought it would be embarrassing for the three men to sit down and eat together, but it didn’t happen. Thor and Tony’s voices were occasionally heard in the gentle collision of knives, forks, plates, and bowls. Stephen didn’t speak, and slowly cut the steak on the dinner plate. , the expression is very natural.

Daisy held a croissant in her hand and waved it happily.

The apples she worked so hard to collect were not wasted. They were squeezed into apple juice and fed with a small spoon. She drank very well. She often just took a bite and before the spoon was put back into the bowl, she was already sticking out her little tongue to lick it. Mouth, I can't wait to ask for it again.

The three adults did not sit quietly in the living room after dinner.

Stephen went back to the guest room to retreat, Thor was watching TV, and Tony was in the underground warehouse, continuing to develop the infant armor that was not successfully developed.

"Sir, I have already contacted the Daily Planet," Jarvis said.

Iron Man is drawing, with a pen in his hand and one in his mouth.

The daughter was quietly playing with toys by herself, using building blocks to figure out what to do.

Benben, who fell out of favor because of the cloak, finally regained his sense of existence at this time, and walked around responsibly. If it was a person, he would hold his head high and his chest high, with a confident breath in his nostrils.

"What about after contact?" Tony asked.

"Reporter Clark Kent says he'll be flying in from the Metropolis tomorrow morning."

"I see."

The old father continued to draw with his head down for a while, and finally called up Clark Kent's file to take a look again.

"Give me the search results of this person's webpage." He said, "I want the specific information of his parents, and the information of every classmate."

In this way, there is a lot of information that I don't know whether it is useful or useless, and it is densely spread out on the entire screen.

Tony looked over one by one patiently. When his neck was getting a little sore, he saw a certain page, his brows loosened and tightened, and he clicked to call out a name.

peter ross.

The night seemed to pass quickly.

Holiday syndrome makes people stay in bed, but before the Stark father and daughter usually wake up, someone has already got up first and moved around in the villa.

Stephen is a hard-working genius whose body is sleeping, but his soul also wants to read. He sleeps no more than four hours a day. Now when he opens the door of his room, he can already see the golden magic circle covering the entire ceiling.

If that is called a magic circle.

Thor got up early, too.

He has been waiting for Heimdall's response. Since yesterday, this waiting has begun to add a little anxiety. When he opened his eyes early in the morning, there was still no response. He couldn't sleep after thinking about closing his eyes, so he just got up to relax.

Mjolnir took a bright red shadow and flew away from the Stark family's villa like a rocket, straight into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Thor can indeed fly very fast, aimlessly scurrying all over the sky, and even passed by the plane. A child saw the figure passing through the clouds from the window, his eyes were wide open, and he hurried to shake beside him sleeping father.

It's a pity that when my father opened his sleepy eyes, the so-called "flying man" had already flown elsewhere.

The land under the clouds is no longer New York.

Maybe it was Queens, maybe it was any corner of Pennsylvania, Thor didn't care.

However, in the next second, he had something to care about.

It's not a thing, it's a person.

He flew fast enough that the red cape fluttered behind him like blazing fireworks.

I never expected to see another firework in the sky.

The opponent obviously has a human or humanoid body, and even has a red cape. If he hadn't raised his head to catch the shadow, he would have thought it was an illusion the moment he passed by.

Horrified, Thor stopped in the air.

The other party probably didn't expect that there was another person galloping in the sky, hesitating for a moment, and slowly stood up, without turning around, looking back at him through a cloud.

The pure blue of Yunyi is reflected in the pupils, which is a little dreamy for a while.