Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

"Charles Xavier," muttered Happy, "what the hell is this guy?"

He had muttered all the way until the supermarket was close in front of him, thinking about the unimaginable scene he saw before going out, he was still puzzled.

Originally, he only thought that this person was rich, but now that he thought about it, there might be some little secrets hidden behind the money.

The professor's psychological quality is very good.

With so many pairs of eyes seeing the red shock wave emanating from his castle, he himself was still able to act as if nothing had happened. After exchanging a few words with Roxy, he asked the young driver in the driver's seat to start the car and slowly returned from the central road. up the castle.

"Mr. Xavier?" Asked Roxy, she gave her a disdainful expression as if you were living in a dream, "There is nothing strange about him except for an inexplicable female attraction."

The white eyes almost rolled to the back of the head.

Only grown-ups care about the abnormal state, and babies only want to have fun.

Daisy is sitting on a child safety seat with two short chubby legs dangling. With her father by her side, she is very happy to go anywhere. Right now, she is lowering her head and unzipping the small satchel little by little, looking inside Take out the biscuits and shake them in front of the old father.

When she came, she thought about it all the way, and she was dazed when she kissed her face at Roxy's house. When she got in the car, she remembered the biscuits again. Her mouth was lonely, and she really wanted to eat it.

Dad ignored him.

Tony is looking at the holographic projection of Professor Xavier's profile page.

Charles Xavier was undoubtedly a genius. He graduated from Harvard at the age of 16 and went to Oxford to study for a period of time. No wonder he speaks fluent English.

Obviously, his studies were not in vain. He has successively obtained multiple doctorates in biology, psychology and genetics, and his published papers can be stacked into a dictionary.

He was called "Professor" probably because he took classes at Oxford University for a period of time. I don't know why he stopped teaching at the university. He went home and turned his castle into a school and began to recruit special students.

The big hand wearing the Bulgari watch slowly turned the next page.

Changing a home into a school casually is also very courageous, and of course it is because of the confidence-Charles Xavier was born in a rich family, and the castle is just a part of the property left by his parents.

Tony narrowed his eyes slightly.

The castle is not the point.

The point is, this Xavier gifted youth school that recruits special students.

What kind of students are special?

The admissions information states that they welcome students with special causes of life and learning disabilities.

But Xavier doesn't look like a philanthropist.

Tony thought for a while, and accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror of the front seat, and then got distracted.

His youngest daughter, who had been waving the biscuits for who knows how long, found that the adults did not respond, she was very self-reliant, she quietly huddled there by herself, gnawing on the biscuit packaging bag with her baby teeth like a little hamster.

The bag of biscuits was covered with glistening saliva, and the mouth remained motionless. I didn't know whether it was better to make a small effort or to do all the futile work.

"Is there any snack that can be kept in your hands for a day?" The old father tilted his head to the left side of the back of the chair and looked at her.

When Xiaotuanzi heard the words, he raised his head happily, as if meeting a savior, he quickly handed the biscuit bag to his father for help to open.

Tony stretched out two fingers with a look of disgust, and picked a corner of the biscuit bag.

Seeing his daughter on the safety seat with her little hands full of anticipation, he didn't refuse to let her go. With the other hand, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, stretched it over to wipe off the crumbling crystal saliva on his little chin, and said lazily : "Say, please."

Daisy stretched out her two little hands towards this end.

Then the little hand was pushed back, and Dad still didn't touch the biscuit bag slowly, just repeated: "Please."

Daisy looked at him, then at the biscuit, succumbed to her appetite, imitated her tongue, and said a long "please".

Only then did he get his wish and saw the old father tear open the big mouth of the sticky biscuit bag.

Inside is a biscuit in the shape of a five-pointed star.

Little Daisy was full of joy, and spread out her hand in a hurry, waiting for the biscuits to come into her palm.

In the end, it was given, but only half of the truth was revealed.

"Sharing is a virtue." Tony waved the other half in front of her eyes, not really wanting to eat it, seeing her staring intently, and finally put the biscuit he snatched from his daughter's mouth into his mouth mercilessly.

Daisy opened her mouth wide, biting a mouthful of air.

She lowered her eyebrows, looked at the pitiful half left in her hand, and looked at Dad's left cheek which was moving from chewing.

Tony squinted at her.

Originally thought that the little one would cry, even Happy, who witnessed the whole process from the rearview mirror, took a breath, waiting for the soft sob that was about to erupt, but it turned out that there was no.

Xiaotuanzi watched his father swallow it, eyes widened, very satisfied, now he put the remaining half to his mouth, and took a small bite cherishingly.

It's a salty biscuit, the germ is mixed with seaweed, and the sandwich is salty cheese. It's crunchy, and she likes it very much.

She took a bite, and was willing to put half a biscuit in for Dad to eat more.

Dad didn't eat, just looked at her silently, and stretched out his big hand to stroke her head.

Westchester is a wealthy area. Although Roxy lives not in the central area, it is not far from the supermarket, and it takes ten minutes to drive.

Today is Saturday, and there seem to be more people in the supermarket.

Xiaotuanzi likes the supermarket, mainly because there are a lot of food in it, but knowing that there are also a lot of people, Tony let her get out of the car, turned around and went to the car to get her mother's bag, the little one didn't run around, and grabbed her father's hand. Pants, looking around curiously.

Her father would wear sunglasses whenever he came to such a place, looking cool.

Happy didn't have to go into the supermarket with him, Tony asked him to find a place to sit outside.

Daisy was then picked up and placed in a baby seat equipped with a shopping cart at the entrance of the supermarket.

Her happiness is really incomprehensible - she has sat in such a special seat several times before, but every time she can bend her eyes with joy, and pat the armrest of the cart with her little hands, it seems that she can pat infinite happiness.

Dad lightly pressed a bright yellow peaked cap on his little head.

The lights in the supermarket were turned on, and the duck's tongue cast a faint shadow on the upper half of Nennen's face.

The chairman of Stark Industries isn't particularly good at food shopping.

All the vegetables at home are purchased by the nanny, and the special food for this little one is also delivered to the door every month, so the boss doesn't need to worry about it.

But the chairman brought his daughter here without fear at all.

Before departure, Roxy gave a list of ingredients, and specifically asked to only buy more and not less.

As soon as Daisy entered the supermarket, she saw the dazzling array of shelves in the toy section. She didn't care too much. She was pushed by her father to the fresh food section, and she didn't quarrel like other children to stop.

After all, there are already so many toys at home that it takes a whole room to put them.

Chairman Kuku, who was also wearing sunglasses in the supermarket, stopped in front of a row of vegetables.

He picked up a cabbage and looked at it, but he didn't know where to look, and as a matter of routine, he shone it under the light and put it in a bag.

When the bag was put into the shopping cart, I found that there was an extra carrot unknowingly.

And the ultra-small child laborer who silently and diligently carried the carrots for the old father was trying his best to lean on the baby seat and stretch his little hand into the pile of carrots.

The fat fingers hooked and hooked, and finally touched another one, trying to hold it in the palm of the hand, and Daisy quickly pulled it over.

She turned around, intending to throw it into the shopping cart again, but when she raised her eyes, she saw the old father, who was directly on the moving site, looking at her with folded arms.

Carrots weren't on Roxy's list.

Daisy liked it, he knew it.Cooking at home, she can eat three big pieces of boiled carrots.

"No." Tony said.

This little one is very smart, holding a carrot, thinking of what his father taught him when he came here, he held it in both hands, and said in a childlike voice, "Mom, please."

"..."

The result is that both carrots entered the shopping cart.

The old father later discovered that teaching this little manners may not necessarily lead to politeness.

Life is always changing.

So Tony pushed his baby, stopped in front of the air-conditioned dairy product shelf, looked down at different brands of whipped cream, and suddenly felt something strange beside him, and when he turned his head, Little Daisy stretched out her hand and took a bag of yogurt , put it in the car.

She does know what to drink and what not to drink.

The little baby also turned his head and found that his father was staring at him. He shrank his neck and obediently handed over the yogurt: "Mom, please."

Such a request is simply lawless.

In order to buy the ingredients on the shopping list, the Stark family's shopping cart has a lot of things that are not necessary to buy, and the appearance of these things is often accompanied by a soft "please".

Daisy tasted the sweetness, her little feet danced with joy, and stopped in front of the bread cabinet every time she encountered a car. Her father was taking a sliced ​​bread, but her little hands that lingered on the edge of annoyed adults still stretched out without hesitation, and grabbed a round, wrapped bread. Chocolate bread, trying to put it in the car, as I have succeeded a few times before.

A big hand stretched out beside Leng Buding and snatched the chocolate bread away.

Daisy stared at the suddenly empty little hand, and was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at her father standing in front of her, with her white and tender palms spread innocently, she said slowly: "Please..."

But this time there is no sweetness to eat.

The father's ruthless hand not only put the bread back into the cabinet immediately, but also walked in front of her when he retracted, pinched her puffy cheek, and said indifferently: "It's no use please."