Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

I'm afraid I won't be able to wash myself off if I jump into the Yellow River.

The group is still watching.

I really don’t know whether it’s a bad thing or a good thing——because of this shock, she didn’t cry for a while, and she didn’t want to find her old father anymore. She just stood up against the wall when Peter silently put down the bottle, and came to him for milk. .

Tears were still trembling on the eyelashes, and even the little ball on the head drooped down in a lack of energy. After waking up, the hair was not combed, and the fluff was messy.

The little hands wiped tears and crawled on the floor, making them dirty. Even so, when Daisy gently grabbed the trouser legs, Peter felt as soft as cotton in his heart. He bent down and picked up the ball, and let her wipe it clean. Sit on the countertop.

The chubby legs are in a decent shape.

"I've tried the temperature of the water, it's not too hot." Peter said softly, putting the bottle in Daisy's hand, "Drink it."

Children, after all, they still have some protection.

Daisy took the milk, took a big mouthful of it, and didn't swallow it, her cheeks bulging.

I don't know if it's because she bumped into Peter "stealing food" just now, she didn't drink very steadily, and she always looked away from her side to look at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Spider-Man straightened his back, trying to keep his expression righteous.

He thought he was looking at Xiaotuanzi with a clear conscience, but when she looked at him, her expression gradually... became a bit dignified.

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Peter thought it shouldn't be like this, and was about to smile again, but saw the drinker slowly spit out the pacifier, hesitated for a while, and finally overcame his instinct of protecting food, and handed the bottle to him.

He was in a daze.

It's either adults in a daze or a child's in a daze. I don't know when it will end, but after this time, the hero next door felt a burst of laughter in his heart like a sponge, and then he really covered his face and laughed out loud.

There was some warm touch in the smile, like the water for milk powder just now, and accidentally poured a little into the heart.

No wonder everyone loves this little one, it really hurts.

"I... drank it just now." Peter bent his knees, looked at Daisy at the same level, and smiled, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, I saw Little Daisy quickly put the bottle back, sucking in her mouth, and her cheeks were rosy from drinking.

Obviously reluctant to give up, it can be seen how much concession was made in that concession just now.

It is really lucky to be able to drink the milk powder in such a safe and sound manner.

It's a pity that Daisy's memory is very good, no one covets her food anymore, she took two sips with An Xin, and gradually recalled the ruthless old father who disappeared inexplicably and has no figure until now, her eyes were moist, and her head was poked out Still looking for it.

"Father has something to go out and will be back soon. Shall we play?" Peter really didn't dare to make her cry anymore, so he waved a white shadow in his hand and coaxed, "Look, spider."

Xiaotuanzi immediately opened his eyes wide.

A crystal clear spider web was printed on the wall.

Cool.

After a long time, the Iron Man who fought against the evil forces finally returned.

Tony opened the window and came in. Along the way, he took off some scratched armor on his body. He stretched out his ears and didn't hear the expected crying of his daughter. Instead, he heard the giggling from Peter's bedroom. He seemed so happy.

He walked over.

He first saw Peter Parker standing on the edge of the bed throwing the ball, but couldn't find Daisy. After stepping into the door, he found a small ball stuck to the wall with cobwebs.

Tuanzi was dancing with joy and trying to reach out to grab the ball. For a while, he didn't even notice that his old father, whom he had been thinking about, had come in.

The empty-nest hero said blankly, "... Excuse me."

Spiderman's hands froze when he heard the sound, and the ball fell to the floor and rolled.

Daisy was still glued to the wall, and he was so guilty that his cats flew his ears: "Mr. Stark..."

Little Daisy had a great time playing today, and she wanted to go home when the time came, but she still grabbed Peter and refused to leave.

The only difference is that she can stand now, so instead of grabbing the shoelaces she grabs the trousers.

"Let the children take care of the children." Before leaving, Tony took off his sunglasses, stared at Peter with those maple syrup eyes, and asked himself, "What do you think?"

Peter was thinking of getting two light reproaches from him—ordinary people probably wouldn't stick their babies to the wall—and lowered their heads and held their breath, waiting for the next lecture.

There was a light pat with a big hand on the shoulder, and then Tony said again: "Thank you, Spider-Man."

I almost thought I heard it wrong.

The hero next door quickly raised his head, his eyes sparkling, trying to confirm that the words of thanks just heard were correct, but Tony quickly turned his face away.

Daisy was playing with his tie. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Peter looking at him, and moved restlessly, wanting to be hugged by Peter again.

It's better to live in his house directly.

"Let's go." Tony beckoned, without looking back, knowing that Peter had been standing at the door of the house watching him, and he slowly said the last sentence when he reached the corner of the corridor, "The backpack and the bicycle package are behind the gate."

This time Tony carried the child into the car himself, and finally avoided Happy's scapegoat.

When the car started, Tuanzi, who was sitting on the safety seat, was reluctant to part with him and kept staring at the window.

"If you look at it again, you won't see a flower." The old father said.

With a swipe, the curtain is closed.

The soft one twisted violently.

Even Happy, who was driving in the driver's seat, felt that Daisy was a little unhappy.

Whoever said that children have no temper, the one raised by Tony's family really has a certain degree of separation anxiety, especially when he left without saying a word like today, if there is no Peter, Xiaotuanzi can spend the whole morning crying.

Tony didn't speak.

Daisy's unhappiness continued all the way to the door.

She was lifted out of the safety seat by Tony, and she looked up to see the familiar underground garage. Knowing that she was home, she twisted to get down and walk by herself.

Unexpectedly, the wish was not fulfilled, instead of letting go of her father's arms, he hugged her even tighter.

"Speak." Tony said.

The little fish in his arms was still struggling, until he took out a bag of candy from the refrigerator in the garage and opened one in his hand, which made her obediently stay still and stare at her wanting.

"Speak." He still insisted, "What's wrong with me?"

Xiaotuanzi was reluctant, and his vocabulary was limited, so he was unhappy with the idea and candy for a long time, and he choked out two words: "Mom, no..."

After speaking, he burrowed into his arms.

No matter how hard I drilled this time, my old father didn't see me hugging me away.

A big hand landed on the back and patted gently, mixed with the subtle sound of the elevator closing and rising, she couldn't understand what he said, and he didn't expect her to understand: "You should regret that you fell here in the first place."

With that said, Daisy looked up at him again.

She cried for a long time today, her little eyelids were powdery, but her face was still as cute as it was pinched.

"Okay." Tony said, "Bobo."

The bearded lips kissed the little creature's forehead, and after raising it for a year, he knew that such close cousins ​​would best make her happy.

Sure enough, Daisy grinned again when she heard Daisy click.

There was a trace of imperceptible tenderness in the old father's eyes.

It's just that this tenderness just started, and in the next second, a sitting figure in Yu Guangli retreated to nowhere.

The man was dressed casually, with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and he held a cup of coffee, although he didn't drink coffee.

In the curling steam, a pair of emerald green eyes stared at Iron Man who was still warm just now very seriously.

Really serious, just short of taking notes.