Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Clark sat on the soft chair in the study.

He unbuttoned his coat, revealing the ironed blue plaid shirt underneath, and the tie was meticulously tied.

Holding a notebook for recording conversations in his hand, the notebook looks very small in the wide and big palm.

He was ready to interview Tony Stark, but at this moment, his attention was not focused on the chairman who also unbuttoned his suit and sat across from him, but to the chairman who was sitting under the desk and quietly poked his head out to see A small group of people.

Daisy likes to play hide-and-seek. When her father is busy and has no time to play with her, she and Benben can also play very well, looking for each other in a big room.

But this small one is probably the most worrying type of character in the game. Like now, he not only has to pile up books with his little hands as a cover, but after the fort is built and hidden, he sits there by himself, stays quietly for a while, and finds If there is no movement, I still have to worry about whether others will not find me, and I will actively show my tail like a little fox.

She stretched her head out to look like this, and she was facing Clark's sight. She was not at all lost, and smiled happily with her mouth open, showing her small white teeth.

It's just so cute.

Clark's fingers resting on the notebook moved slightly, then slowly retracted, reached into the coat pocket, and paused for a moment as if fumbling for something.

This action has been done for the second time since he appeared.

Tony didn't know why he was willing to bring his daughter with him during the interview. He had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask, and his face didn't change.

From a junior reporter's point of view, Clark Kent was pretty calm.

Standing at the door of the living room in the morning, facing the top bosses who can only be seen on the TV screen or headlines, he is still very calm when he squanders millions and calls the wind and rain.

Calm enough to be stared at by the son of Odin's big piercing eyes without blinking, he still raised his glasses, and politely answered the question of "have you seen it somewhere?": "Probably because I am a public face, sir. "

Even smiled slightly.

When he smiled, his lips parted slightly, revealing his white and pointed canine teeth.

Such a tall man has canine teeth when he smiles, reminiscent of a docile cat.

I don't know whether it is gentle or not, but it is obviously not popular at all.

Pushing a bus as a teenager, now saving someone from a burning oil rig through a sea of ​​flames alone—these are far beyond the reach of human beings.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is "God".

If Thor knew that this little reporter would win the flying man without any effort in the morning, his heart would be even more congested.

But he didn't know yet, only that Stephen insisted that the other party was an alien.

There are such ordinary aliens.

The unimaginable magic power of black-rimmed glasses that "you can't recognize my real identity" should be studied by Tony and mass-produced and released to the world.

"Please interview, Mr. Kent." The old father sat sideways, folded his right leg on top of his left, raised his hand to Clark with the tip of his shoe slightly raised.

Clark lowered his head and flipped through his notes: "About the accident some time ago..."

"Does the Daily Planet know of a dedicated reporter like you?" Tony interrupted suddenly.

Clark looked up, and the other party rested his elbows on the table in a leisurely manner, resting his chin on his hand, and said casually: "I don't know if the editor-in-chief likes it or not if he still seeks out the root cause of the news that has no timeliness."

Tony's words should have been sharper, but Daisy was playing with herself at this time, and she was bored. Clark, who used to turn his eyes to look at her, stopped looking at people, and a small one came from under the desk. Get out and lie down next to Dad's legs.

Her little violet one-piece had a pocket in which she kept a packet of marshmallows.

Xiaotuanzi took out the candy and put it in Dad's other big hand that was spread out on his leg, waiting for the adult to open it expectantly.

Tony took the candy, hugged the soft ball onto his lap and sat down, while peeling off the candy wrapper, while looking at the reporter opposite, his caramel-colored eyes looked deeply into Clark's heart.

Naturally, he still remembered Stephen's words, friend or foe, he dared to invite people into the villa, and he dared to attack immediately if there was any change.

Last night, I started to investigate from this person's classmate Peter Rose, and learned from the clues that they had an accident when they were in school.

The school bus overturned into the river, the river was over the top of the head, and all the students were about to drown in the car.

But in the end no.

A mysterious force pushes the school bus ashore, and several people, including Peter Rose, have seen the real body of the mysterious force.

Clark Kent.

There is no secret in the world that never sees light, but the eyes that discover clues are missing.

Tony knew that this man possessed extraordinary powers, what Peter Ross called a miracle.He didn't think it was enough to call it a miracle.

Aliens... It's not like I haven't seen them before.

The alien in the next room, wielding a hammer and waiting for the conversation to end, sneezed.

"I don't think he likes it." Tony said, "Yesterday he received your sick note. According to your normal work schedule, you should have gone to a charity organization in the Metropolis for a follow-up interview on corruption at this time today."

"Knowing that you came to New York to interview me without authorization, the editor-in-chief will probably be even more upset, won't you, Mr. Kent?"

Clark's hand hovered over the notebook.

Just as I was about to write while holding the pen, unexpectedly I was forced to stop before I could even write a single letter.

The tip of the pen made a small black spot on the white paper.

"Stephen said you came for my daughter." Seeing his reaction like this, Tony knew that Doctor Strange's words were true—this person was indeed trying to get close to Daisy—his eyes darkened, "What do you want to do?"

"He probably didn't have any malicious intentions." Stephen added a patch at the time. "If there was any malicious intent, there's no need to call in advance to make an appointment for an interview...unless you're full."

Clark didn't speak.

His warm blue eyes looked at the little daisy An Anle was sitting on his father's lap.

The little baby didn't know that the atmosphere was gradually becoming a little tense. He lowered his head and used his fingers to tear apart the half-torn candy wrapper, took out a big plump marshmallow, and put it in his mouth.

When the deciduous teeth bite lightly, the cotton candy melts in the mouth, and the sweet taste is really blissful.

She prefers marshmallows with fruit fillings inside, but she just has teeth, and her father has always been very concerned about dental problems, and usually refuses to give too sweet things to eat.

Even so, Daisy was already very content, eating a small snack after breakfast, shaking her head happily.

She grabbed the marshmallows like this and ate them, and when the last bit went into her mouth for nothing, her hands became sticky, and she couldn't find anything to wipe her hands with, and she was very family-conscious and knew that she couldn't wipe her dirty hands on Dad's clothes, that's all. Hands up helplessly.

The old father was almost defeated by this little boy in the family.

The conversation was at a critical juncture to verify the purpose of the other party, and suddenly heard a soft murmur, seeing that he didn't respond at first, Daisy called "Mom" and patted him gently with her other unsoiled little hand. Pat Dad's firm chest.

After such a toss, the breath that was raised couldn’t rise or fall in her chest. Seeing that Daisy couldn’t help it, she brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stick out her tongue to lick it clean, but she had no choice but to turn the breath into a sentence in her mouth "My lord is talking." He got up and carried Daisy to the desk drawer to take out a wet towel and wipe his troubled little hands.

Clark was very patient. He waited throughout the process without moving. He just closed the notebook and put it in his pocket.

There was no movement in the study, and Thor in the next room was elbowing Doctor Strange's waist.

Without success, he was slapped back by a small corner of the cloak.

"You said you've been monitoring alien species on Earth," Thor said, "but you don't seem to know much about the one in the next room."

Stephen sat on the ground reading a book, very calm, turned a page, and said indifferently: "He has lived on the earth for a long time, and there has been no movement during this time."

After a pause, he added: "What's more, I haven't become a mystic mage before he made any noise."

While the two were talking, Tony sat back in the chair with his daughter, who had wiped her hands clean.

Clark watched in silence for a while. Seeing Tony looking at him again, he didn't know what else to say, but before the other party could speak, he said slowly, "I did come to New York to meet Daisy Stark."

He said: "I don't want to hurt her, and I won't hurt her."

As he spoke, he put his hand into the coat pocket for the third time, this time he didn't fumble for a long time, but came out empty-handed, and took a few photos.

The photo is of the night of the accident, when Daisy was caught by the robbers, her eyes were red and she roasted the weapon.

Tony took the photo, took a look, and put it on the desk.

"and also……"

There is still.

It wasn't easy making Clark's coat pockets either.

Not only notebooks, voice recorders, and occasional photos, but also some unknown and mysterious gadgets.

The old father was still a little wary when he looked over.

Clark put his hand into his pocket and took it out again. In his palm was a wooden doll strung together with a rope.

The doll's face is painted with round blush, it is chubby, and it looks very cute.

I thought it would take out a biochemical weapon, but I didn't want it to be something for children.

He passed his hand to Daisy, looked at Tony, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his gentle blue eyes: "I brought her a present."