Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Bruce glanced at him, didn't say yes, didn't say no, just said: "Your tone of voice is a bit strange."

"I heard that the older a man is, the more he likes a younger child." Damian said.

The sarcasm in his words was 100% unadulterated, and he didn't hide it because the speaker was his father. His chin was raised, and if it wasn't because he was not tall enough, he might have pointed his nose at someone.

This young master should really read "The Art of Speaking".

In contrast, although Bruce's old father was not as interested in taking care of the baby as Tony was, he was patient enough. His son was not angry when he said this, but he replied lightly: "Facts have proved that many hearsays are wrong."

"You think it's cute when you do meaningless things." Damian glanced at Daisy, seeing that little one was taking the trouble to dig snow on the ground, and he didn't care. "Children are so boring."

"She was a child, Damian." Bruce said, "You are a child, too."

"I'm ten years old." Damian obviously didn't want to be in the same section as the kid who played with snow casually, he added the accent on "ten years old", "I was never boring when I was her age, A little older, and I have already started to accept my mother's training."

"You don't have any memories at her age," Bruce said.

When this son appeared in front of his eyes, half of his childhood had already passed.

Until then, Batman doesn't know Damian exists.

Damian's mother is Talia al-Ghul, who was born in the League of Assassins. As we all know, Talia is the daughter of Lei Xiao, the leader of the alliance. After Damian was born, he was naturally trained as a new leader of the alliance.

The young master said that he started training at the age of four, or earlier.But in short, when he was four years old, he was already able to climb dangerous peaks alone. Even if he accidentally fell down and broke his hand bones, he still insisted on climbing to the destination.

No wonder he thought Daisy was boring.Climbing dangerous peaks and playing with snow are no longer at the same level of discussion.

Bruce exhaled, and it turned into a pale mist: "Go in."

He turned around and entered the gate first, and Damian walked sideways. For some reason, he finally stared at Daisy for a while before following his father into the house.

Xiaotuanzi was having fun, but he didn't know that a father and son on the opposite side had watched the live broadcast of playing snow for a long time, and they were running around holding a snowball they had finally hit.

She made a little snowman with her father on the balcony in New York before. She was very smart and knew how to play at one time. Now she found a place with a lot of snow and rolled the snowball slowly on the snowdrift.

Tony's coffee has been drunk to the bottom, he wants to go in to put a cup, comb his messy hair, trim his beard, and ask the servant to watch over his daughter.

Before leaving, he snapped his fingers. Seeing Snowball's daughter stretching her ears and turning her head to look quickly, he hooked his fingers together and said slowly, "Come here."

"Oh?" Baby Daisy's ruddy mouth opened round.

Oh, oh, she still stood up on the ground, holding the big baby snowball and rushing excitedly.

When he came to the front, the little one held the snowball high and showed his father his masterpiece.

The smile on her face has never stopped since she went out to play.

The old father went into the room and found the small armor plate he took with him on trips, put it in the pocket of his daughter's coat, and then touched her head: "If you play again, you will have breakfast."

He plans to take a stroll around today, and set off for Rovaniemi tomorrow to see the aurora in the Arctic Circle.

Daisy hadn't seen the aurora yet.

Xiaotuanzi was free and ran outside to have fun again. The aroma of breakfast from the kitchen was tempting enough, but it couldn't resist the child's determination to be a snowman.

Daisy squatted seriously in the yard, bent over into an arch, pushing the snowball to roll.

It was already out of the size of an adult's palm, but she had fun and wanted to make it even bigger.

The servant stood by and watched, occasionally looking around, not more attentive than the child.

She was looking around, and suddenly saw the closed villa on the opposite side open again, but it was not Bruce who walked out, but the young master Damian, who was wearing a black jacket and had a straight waist.

Damian's face is mainly inherited from his mother Thalia. His personality is a bit bearish, and he is well-dressed. Standing there for others to see, he still likes it a little.

He just crossed his own courtyard, walked through a deserted road, walked slowly to the Stark family's holiday villa, and said to the servant who was guarding Daisy: "Open the door for me."

The servant is Finnish. He understands and speaks English. When he saw a child across the street who wanted to come in to play with him, he didn't suspect him. He opened the door and said "Welcome" with a smile.

Damian glanced back at her and said, "Close the door."

I didn't know that I thought this was also his family's villa.

Xiaotuanzi nestled on the ground and concentrated on scrubbing the snow, when he suddenly found a pair of unfamiliar feet standing in front of his eyes, and looked up curiously.

This brother was something she had never seen before, looking down from a high place, as if he was very remarkable.

"What's her name?" Damian asked.

The servant quickly said, "It's Daisy."

"What a common name."

Those green eyes slid back and forth on Xiaotuanzi's body.

Daisy didn't understand what the man was looking at, and didn't care, her snowman was all she could think of, and she patted the ground with her little hands and laughed.

Damian circled her around, and it didn't look like they wanted to play together. After observing, he came to a conclusion: "It's not unusual at all. I don't know what is cute."

He knew Tony Stark was Iron Man, and Iron Man's children were no big deal now.

Maybe he won't think so in the future, but now he feels that this small group on the ground is nothing special, and when he thinks about the little liking Bruce showed, the expression on Damian's face is a little weird.

He is so old, there is no word called "jealous" in the dictionary, maybe starting today.

Bruce Wayne had never seen him that way.

The place where Damian stood blocked Daisy's snowballing path. She looked up at him again, she was very good-tempered and not angry. She pointed to the side and said, "That."

"How long will it take you to pile it up like this?" Damian looked disgusted.

He said so, so that he would not bully a child, and stood aside a little.

Daisy is coming.

She stooped, and carefully pushed the snowball. Seeing that it had rolled to the size of a panda's belly, she didn't pay attention to her feet, as if she had been slipped by something. Before she could cry out, her small body stretched flat and fell. on the snow.

Just fell at Damian's feet.

Damian remained calm, looking down at the dumpling that had fallen to the ground, without showing the slightest sign.

Of course, in the education he received, he would get up quickly whenever he fell, and cry on the spot, either because he was unresponsive or too weak, and he didn't like it at all.

Daisy didn't cry.

The clothes were wrapped round so as not to hurt her from the fall, but she fell suddenly, the little one was a little dazed, looked back at her feet to find the culprit, only to find the white snow that was integrated with the surroundings.

The servant hurried over to help, Damian said: "She didn't cry, she has hands and feet, won't she get up by herself?"

As soon as he said that, he saw a piece of baby cake on the ground and slowly sat up.

She also knew how to pat the snow on her body with her small hands, and looked at him with big eyes. She was about to say something, but when she saw him like this, she shut her mouth.

Daisy looked at Damian because she found a flat, broken ball under her body.

The ball can be regarded as a cylinder at best, and it is not easy to maintain a certain shape when it is suddenly pressed.

It was a snowball that she had rolled for a long time to grow up, and now it is all gone.

Daisy spread her hands, she had never dealt with an injured snowball, she was quite helpless, she looked at this brother who didn't know what to do, and whispered: "No."

"No, no." Damian said.

He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he didn't understand the meaning of coming to see the snowball burst. He snorted coldly, turned and walked to push open the courtyard door. With the wind under his feet, he went all the way back to the villa.

"That brother is really strange." The servant squatted beside Daisy and helped her put the broken snowballs together again. He regretted putting Damian in the courtyard. If he didn't make a mistake, he might make Daisy cry , bowed his head and muttered.

Daisy followed suit. She was a little sad that the snowball was broken, but now she found that it could be repaired. Her face was cloudy and sunny. When she heard the servant's words, she learned the tongue and slowly chewed out "brother".

Later, Tony came out to call for breakfast, saw the head of the snowman was still rolling, and helped to make a snowman together, with a carrot as a nose and a hat.

"Mr. Stark, are you going to the ski resort you reserved last night after breakfast?"

While eating breakfast, Bi Lu came in from the outside, ready to go at any time.

Tony is already full, but he is still holding a spoon to feed the little thing that wields half a carrot at home. While feeding, he listens to Bilu's words: "Why did I make an appointment for the ski resort last night?"

"Yes, sir. On the way to the villa, you said it would be nice to go skiing." Bi Lu said.

It’s true that the speaker has no intention of listening and the listener has the heart. The efficiency of the work is even better than that of the smart housekeeper. Tony thought about it and said: "Then go."

The Stark father and daughter packed up their things and went out, just running into the Wayne father and son who were also preparing to go out.

The two adults met in front of their respective luxury cars, shook hands in a formulaic way, and chatted in a formulaic way.

The eyes are all filters, wearing a chairman's skin, looking at each other, seeing each other as superheroes.

Presumably Bruce wondered why Tony came to Finland more or less the same way Tony wondered why he came to Finland.

Tony had already thought about it last night, so he had time to talk and put his eyes on Bruce's car window calmly.

This release, Bruce quickly noticed, pretended not to know, and gestured gracefully for the other party to go first, before turning around and driving.

He opened the door and saw Damian sitting in the driver's seat, already fastened his seat belt.

"I'll drive." Damian said.

The old father's expressionless face also appeared on the face of the chairman of Wayne Group at this moment. There was no room for negotiation. He stretched out his hand and lifted his son in the driver's seat: "No."

"I've driven." Damian said again.

"Report the name of the person who gave you the car keys." Bruce said, "I can sue him."

"It's my mother."

"..."

After a short silence, Bruce could only move his hands again and put his youngest son into the back seat of the car: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

Two cars drove out of the holiday villa area one after the other.

Said it was morning, but according to the local time in Finland, it was already nine o'clock, and the sun came out late.

Tony sat in the back of the car, playing with his daughter nestled in the safety seat every now and then.

Daisy was babbling, wearing Santa Claus and reindeer puppet covers on each hand, playing hard by herself, and occasionally being hooked by her father, she was so happy that she almost flew up.

The old father was not as excited as his daughter.

Their car was ahead, and he looked up from time to time in the rearview mirror to see Bruce's car following.

It's not unusual to take the same road for 5 minutes.

After leaving the villa area, it was still the same road, so he began to care a little bit.

After driving for more than half an hour, the Mercedes-Benz E-Class was still following behind, and Tony had an inexplicable premonition.

He personally doesn't really want this premonition to come true.

However, when the car drove for more than an hour and stopped at the ski resort, Tony got out of the car and looked at the Mercedes-Benz that never left behind, and his expression became subtle.

Bruce is also subtle.

Coincidence has been a coincidence until now, not only came to the same country at the same time, but also lived in the same place, and now even skiing is the same.

These two people probably wanted to see if the other had peeped at their schedule, but they both sensibly did not, nodded, and then went to pick up their own children.

Damian is not happy to see Daisy.

He would not be happy to see any child, unless he gave birth to it himself, and that would have to wait more than ten years.

Daisy saw the little brother who was talking to her this morning, but she was a little happy. When she got out of the car, Bilu was holding the skis and had to wait a while to play. She let go of her legs and ran to Damian's side. Eyes crooked with a smile, he opened his mouth and called out, "Brother."

She learned this address rather quickly, but the old father who stretched his ears to hear it was not very happy, and his face darkened slightly.

The servant may have talked about the young master across the street coming to the yard to demonstrate in the morning.

Damian leaned his back against the car door, ignoring the little love in front of him.

He is not interested in skiing either. If he has time to hold a ski, he might as well hold a dart or a sword in his hand.

Tony was even more upset that he was so indifferent to answering.

Damian was ten years old, a child after all.

He didn't like Daisy, felt Tony's scorching gaze, raised his eyes to meet her, but subconsciously withdrew his expression.Although he didn't say anything to Daisy, he stood up a lot more straight.

Tony took his daughter to play somewhere else.

Nordic people love skiing. Children as young as Daisy also go to the ski resort. They don’t even need to be pulled by adults in the children’s ski car. They can stand on the skis by themselves. slip.

This is a big ski resort with a lot of people.

It would be boring to arrange private appointments for travel. Bi Lu didn't prepare children's skis, so Xiaotuanzi was put in the ski car.

She lay on the edge, poked her head out, watched her father tie the straps in front of her, didn't move for a while, and waved: "Dad."

"Sit down," Tony said.

He gathered the straps of the ski bike on his shoulders, held the ski poles tightly, and dragged the bike slowly on the flat ground for a certain distance before reaching the front of the slope, with his legs slightly bent and his upper body leaning forward.

Daisy's car slid down the slope with a whimper.

She had never sat before, so she was startled at first, but soon became excited, waved her little hand, and called "Dad, Dad" many times.

The chairman was carrying a child, and his skiing posture was also neat and light. He slid to the flat ground, slowed down, and turned to look at his daughter sitting in the car.

Daisy was still so happy that her little face was flushed, but at this moment, she had already stopped looking ahead and turned sideways, looking at another figure coming down the snow slope.

Like a black arrow, it flew out of the string, roaring, and even the sound of the wind became fierce.

Damian stopped at the bottom of the slope, took off his goggles, felt that there was no challenge at all, and strode forward with his legs wide open, wanting to go to a steeper slope.

Walking and walking, I found that someone seemed to be watching. I turned my head and met the four eyes of Stark's father and daughter.

The eyes are all large and have different emotions.

"..."

So I looked back after a while, and found that the young master of the Wayne family had a little tail behind him.

Damian is not a big kid who takes care of little ones.

He grew up in the League of Assassins, and he is very proficient in using firearms, long knives, and darts, and his close combat skills are also excellent. No one can force him to do things he doesn't want to do except his father.

Now this is the exception.

The young master was very impatient. Looking back, Daisy was still walking behind with her short legs, thinking she was playing a game, and followed happily.

The little Daisy baby found him looking, very well-behaved, and slapped his mouth and called him brother.

"Don't call me brother." Damian held out a finger.

In the past, if someone followed him, he would be stabbed at any time.

But no knife can be used on Daisy.

So he just walked around, waiting for the adults of the Starks to pick off the sticky gummies.

He also thought about tying Daisy to a tree with duct tape. Looking at Iron Man not far away, he knew that there was a gap in power, so he gave up.

Daisy didn't know Damian's rich and colorful inner activities, she was very happy to find a playmate, he didn't stop, she didn't stop, walking around was also fun.

Just as he was walking, a rubbed snowball flew from nowhere, and hit Daisy's back with an unbiased "slap".

Tuanzi's small body was shaken by the impact, and when he looked back, he saw three little fat guys standing behind him, each holding snowballs in their hands.

Turning around like this, she was smashed again.