Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The omelette solidified on the ground.

I don't know if it hurts from such a fall, Peter's face tightened, and he wanted to go forward to hug him, but he received a signal from Tony's eyes, and stopped in a daze.

"Get up by yourself," Tony said.

This is a bit strict for a child who is less than one and a half years old.

But looking at Xiaotuanzi on the ground, he was so strong that he didn't cry after the whining, and slowly got up with his little hands on the ground.

Daisy naturally didn't expect to fall. In fact, the fall happened suddenly. She still hasn't recovered from it yet. She looked at her dirty little hands in a daze, and then turned her head back to look at the old father standing behind her, with big eyes. Finally, sparkling water ripples appeared in the water, and temporarily lost the thought of looking for Peter, and walked back to find Tony for a hug.

Little Dough's footsteps were particularly faltering at the moment.

She still can't say it hurts, and after being picked up by Tony, she raised her hands to show.

Tony rubbed the tender palm with his thumb, even looked between the fingers, and confirmed that there was no scratch at all, and said in a gentle tone, "No injury."

Daisy bent down again and touched her knees.

Fortunately, the little skirt was a little dirty, but there was no broken skin on her body, except for the redness of the skin on her knees, which could be cured by rubbing.

Peter watched this scene silently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and some thoughts flashed by, giving birth to a bit of envy.

The dumpling was then placed on the ground again.

Naturally, she still wanted to play with her second favorite Peter, but this time she learned the lesson and wanted to hold Tony by one finger.

Tony doesn't give it.

"Go over." It was a rare warmth just now, and now the old father's persona is restored. The chairman let go of his daughter's hand, folded his arms and said calmly, "What are you afraid of when I'm here?"

Daisy couldn't understand, she grabbed her little hand and waited for him to hold it, but she couldn't wait, when Peter called softly, her little feet in soft shoes lingered on the ground hesitantly, finally mustered up the courage to step out of the corner after the fall. first step.

"Don't run," Tony said.

This time Peter finally managed to wrap his arms around Little Daisy's limp body, stood up with her in his arms, and said to Tony, "Come upstairs, Mr. Stark?"

His Aunt May was not at home. Even though he knew in advance that Tony Stark was coming today, he still went out at a friend's appointment early in the morning-the world is so big, there are always some people who don't buy the account of the super rich.

Tony laughed it off.

"I read yesterday's news." While sitting on the sofa drinking tea, the chairman still wore the DITA-FLIGHT.006 sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Restraint, "The tea is good."

Daisy sat quietly playing with toys.

Peter raised his hand and touched his nose, feeling guilty for some reason: "Ah, the news... I just passed by after school."

Because of this "passing by", not only lost a backpack, but also lost the bicycle.

"What do you think I'm going to say?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

The hero next door opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, the expression on his face was clearly written.

"At least it's better than fighting Birdman on a private jet, isn't it?" Tony took another sip of his tea and put down his cup, "I saw your test scores and it said, Peter Parker—the unofficial superhero— —Recently, I have plans to repeat a grade.”

"This is too exaggerated!" Peter flipped his palm, "And you can't, Mr. Stark, turn on the computer like a hacker and retrieve my report card..."

"I can even do without a computer."

"I mean……"

This home visit may take a long time.

Daisy didn't care to listen to what these two people said, and she couldn't understand it even after thinking about it. She grabbed and fiddled with the doll for a while, and gradually became bored. She crawled on the ground and crawled to the table. A slice of walnut date bread on a plate.

She likes bread.

Xiaotuanzi happily put the bread slices into his mouth with his back to the two of them.

……

In less than three seconds, the small face was wrinkled and taken out again, and looked at it in front of my eyes, confused by the peculiar taste that surpassed the infant class, and almost doubted the short life of one year and two months.

Iron Man was talking to the hero next door who had been cultivated by himself, and suddenly a piece of soft baby pancake lay on his lap.

The world's limited Stark brand, milk flavor, sandwiched with smiles and tears, complex taste, not suitable for consumption, best for raising.

He looked down and saw Xiaotuanzi rubbing her eyes, knowing that she was sleepy, so he raised his hand and said to Peter, "Wait a minute."

The things in the mother's bag became the standard for the old father. Tony unscrewed the cap and poured most of the milk in the bottle. When he shook his head and looked up, he saw Spider-Man's eyes wide open.

"Why." He was indifferent, "It's just a process that life must go through."

Peter just laughed.

Daisy was holding the bottle, lying in Tony's arms and drinking slowly, while playing with the buttons on his suit with her other little hand, it must have tasted good in the bottle, and her cheeks were pink after drinking.

After drinking a bottle of milk, Tuanzi also fell asleep with his back slightly heaving.

Peter took the baby from Tony and put her to sleep on the bed in his bedroom.

He is careful, and piled a thick layer of quilts on the edge of the bed, like a fortress, surrounding this sweet little angel.

"Daisy grows up so fast." Back in the living room, Peter said.

Tony said, "You're growing fast, too."

Peter was a little shy, thinking of something, something he wanted to mention after something unspeakable happened, but it was difficult to mention it. Seeing that Tony was in a good mood at the moment, he pulled up a chair and sat down, thinking about it: "Mr. Stark , I heard people say, in fact, I heard someone else’s friend said that he once saw a girl who looked like Mei at the train station..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller.

Because the face of the man on the opposite side gradually became serious, gaining a menacing aura.

It took Peter a few seconds to realize that the seriousness was not aimed at the person he was talking about, because in a daze, Tony had stood up with the legs of his sunglasses, turned and walked out: "Get out of here."

"Mr. Stark!"

Peter got up after him, but he didn't have time to ask any questions, only to see Iron Man whistling out of the window in an instant with his armor covering his body, and the words he had pinched in the window before he left were left in his ears: "Take care of my child, Peter."

I later learned that while talking like that, a building in Queens exploded.

Peter Parker sat on the swivel chair in the room, staring at the bed in a daze.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he vaguely remembered that the hour hand moved back one notch, but Tony hadn't come back yet.

The milky dumpling lay flat on the bed and fell asleep peacefully, with her small hands spread out beside her cheeks, clenched loosely into fists.

It's nice to be a kid.

It's better to be a child with a father...

As soon as this idea came to Peter's mind, he saw the ball on the bed move.

Daisy opened her eyes in a daze, but before she woke up, she automatically turned her face to face him.

The blue eyes opened wider and wider in the bewilderment, and when she slowly got up, Peter thought belatedly that she should be fully awake.

"Hello, Daisy," he said softly.

This soft-spoken greeting failed to appease the clingy Xiaotuanzi who had just woken up.

In fact, when she looked around and didn't see Tony's figure, her tears started to fall, her mouth was opened, and she cried in a trembling voice: "Mom..."

Peter, a high school student with no experience in parenting, cried so much that he panicked.

He went to hug her, and she didn't refuse to hug her, but she had to look around for Tony, and if he couldn't find him, he still cried, in a low voice, into a bag of tears.

"Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry."

Spider-Man runs around the house with his baby in his arms.

Running wildly was useless, my shoulders were already wet.

Fortunately, Peter thought of a savior when he was in trouble, and he searched through boxes and boxes to find the magical head cover of the spider suit.

So I turned my gaze over again, and saw the hero next door wearing the Starscream hood, making milk powder while hugging Daisy under the guidance of AI Karen.

But it was really inconvenient to operate while holding the baby, so I had no choice but to put the dumpling on the living room floor again, and turn on the TV to show her a news interview with Tony Stark.

"Daddy is here." Peter coaxed, "Let's take a look first, my dear."

With tears in her eyes, Daisy crawled over to cling to the TV cabinet, her little hands stretched out for a hug.

How can the people on TV hug.

It's so funny it hurts.

Peter really couldn't bear it, so he sped up his movements and went to the kitchen to get hot water for milk, thinking that he could temporarily stop her crying.

Following Karen's instructions to put water first and then milk powder, he was still in a hurry.

"What is the right temperature?" He said to himself, dripping a few drops of milk from the bottle on his hands.

It is said that it is best to use 40-degree water for brewing milk powder, and 70-degree water is also fine. If it is hotter, it will destroy the nutrition of the milk.

Not hot.

After all, he was still a little worried. To be on the safe side, he unscrewed the bottle, raised his head and poured a little taste into his mouth through the air.

It is indeed not hot.

Satisfied at last, Peter slowly twisted the pacifier back on.

At this time, I suddenly felt that the room was very quiet.

The sound of the news broadcast was still there, but at some point, the sound of Xiaotuanzi's soft sobbing disappeared.

His body froze, and he slowly turned his face to the entrance of the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a low wall.

There was a small figure sitting on the floor. Judging by its posture, it was obvious that it had just crawled over.

The tear-stained little face finally paused for a moment, and the blue eyes stared unblinkingly at this end, at Peter to be precise.

To be more precise, he stared at the bottle in his hand.

Then his eyes moved over, meeting the eyes of Spider-Man who was gradually blushing.

Peter Parker felt he saw a... tearful shock on the face of a young child.

He raised his hand to press his forehead: "Listen to my explanation..."