Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

If it was unintentional the first time, now I know it was definitely intentional.

Damian stood upright, with calm green eyes, silently looking at the three complacent older children on the opposite side, as if he had no intention of helping Daisy.

He is no stranger to this kind of emotion, and has seen it a lot in the League of Assassins, but throwing snowballs is naive, and the malice conveyed is also naive, which makes people sneer.

Who says children are harmless.

The mirror receives emotion and reflects emotion, which is not evil in the first place.The damn thing is that the mirror itself doesn't know that this malice is wrong.

The eldest child in the lead took a step forward and saw that Xiaotuanzi was a little dazed and frightened by the smashing. He panicked and was looking for a place to hide. He laughed loudly, his nose and eyes squeezed together.

It looks really ugly.

At times like this, they usually say they want to see what the other parent looks like, which is not unreasonable. If adults teach better, they should know that it is very impolite to throw snowballs at strange children.

Especially a baby who has no ability to resist, only sixteen months old.

Daisy didn't understand why it happened all of a sudden. The snowball hit twice didn't hurt, but she knew instinctively that she was hurt. It was different from playing. While struggling to find a safe haven, she ran with her little hands restlessly. I haven't forgotten to look at the big children who smashed people. Seeing them still laughing, I lowered my head, and when I raised it again, my big eyes were covered with a layer of bright water.

She felt a little sad.

Xiaotuanzi saw Tony standing not far away with a serious face. At this time, he couldn't care less about playing with his brother he just met, so he ran over with a droopy face, wanting to be hugged by his father.

Even if she didn't run away, the old father, who had witnessed his daughter being bullied, was going to come over.

But Tony wasn't by Daisy's side after all, and the older children who were playing vigorously didn't know to scout out the enemy's situation beforehand. Seeing the toddler wrapped in a down jacket running away, he threw another snowball with great interest.

Children should understand the truth that there are no more than three things.

This ball was accidentally thrown a bit high, unlike the previous two hits, once it hits someone, it is the head that suffers.

The kid didn't realize it until he threw the ball. Seeing that the ball was about to hit Daisy's head, he panicked.

Someone's reaction was much faster than his.

The snowball was close at hand, and Daisy ran all the way over, reckoning that she should be hit in the face by the ball, blinked and looked again, but she was unscathed, and ran to Tony's side smoothly, with tears in her eyes, she was determined not to drop the golden beans, and shouted With a sound of "Dad", I stretched out my little hands to hug.

The older children stopped talking.

He didn't speak because he saw Daisy's parents, and because the snowball was held firmly in the hands of a boy in black, and it shattered into snow slags when he held it lightly.

There is no fine snowball in the world, and it will run into Damian's hands by itself.

It was Damian who came over and acted as a human target, and he got it right.

The young master of Wayne's family didn't think it was a big deal to come over quickly to catch a snowball. He was full of contempt for the chubby guys. If they weren't about the same height, they wouldn't even want to look straight at them.

He said "fool" in Finnish.

"I know that when I grow up, I am destined to lead mankind." Damian said, "But when I think that the leader may be someone like you, I can't lift my spirits at all."

What he said was a bit out of line.

The little fat guys couldn't understand, but they knew that he was demonstrating, so they got bolder, puffed up their chests, and shouted in Finnish: "How is it?"

The surface is calm, but the heart is flustered, which can be seen by looking at the face.

Damian still had such an arrogant and disdainful expression on his pretty face, he patted the snow on his gloves: "And I hate couch potatoes the most. They were worthless when I was young, and I can't create much value when I grow up. My dad always said killing It can't pave the way for a new world, but I think maybe killing can make a little contribution to purifying the world."

Tony hugged his daughter, and stopped at the moment Damian caught the snowball, wanting to see what the little thing wanted to do.

After hearing these few words, his face was very strange.

Bi Lu, who was about to follow, also had a strange expression on his face.

This child's thinking... is quite dangerous.

The driver thought about it with mixed feelings, and then saw Damian take out a handful of darts calmly.

"!!!!!!!!!"

Bi Lu was still naive, he only thought that the young master's thoughts were dangerous, but he didn't know that his actions were even more dangerous. The most eye-popping thing was - why would anyone bring darts to ski? !

It was a pity for Damian that before the dart flew out, the three little fat men burst into tears on the spot.

Big tears fell, and she looked even more pitiful than the little Daisy baby.

Daisy huddled in her father's arms, wrapped her small hands around Tony's neck, fearing that another snowball would hit her, she tried her best to dig her head into the bend of the adult's neck, and said repeatedly: "It was hit."

"I know." Tony caressed her little back, helped to pat the remaining snow on her clothes, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid."

The dumpling is not afraid under the protection of its father's wings.

Later, it was she who heard the cries of the older children and became curious. She poked her head out like a little ostrich, and seeing them crying, she pointed her finger in disbelief to show her father too.

Of course Tony will.

Not only to watch, but also to watch with parents.

In the end, the three older children apologized to Daisy wiping their tears.

Xiaotuanzi stood in the snow, listening to them crying in a foreign language and didn't know what to say. He really couldn't understand. He waved his little hand in a daze, but saw one of them stretching out his wet hand with tears to hold him , Immediately turned around and ran to hide behind Dad, very conscious of self-protection.

Tony let these brats go.

"Look, hurting someone is hurting someone." He turned around and picked up the little daughter who was holding his leg, and let her see the dejected back of the older child, "Sense will forgive, emotion is loyal to the heart, even if the heart forgets, the body There are also memories."

"You can't take the initiative to hurt other lives by relying on your strength advantage. Of course, you must know how to fight back when you are hurt."

The old father educated: "Although it is usually not your turn to do it...but if someone beats you with malice, you can hit back. I can afford the medical expenses."

Bi Lu listened silently by the side.

Tony said so.

However, looking at the soft little doll-like daughter, she swallowed whatever she wanted, and swallowed it down her throat in one breath. She squatted on the ground and rubbed a snowball the size of a thumb. Not even a little bit, she lowered her eyes and said: " That's called a snowball fight."

He raised his hand and threw the snowball onto Daisy's down jacket.

Hearing a flutter, the little snowballs were scattered on the ground.

This can't be called smashing at all, it was thrown lightly, as if someone pressed it without force through the clothes.

Baby Daisy touched the place where the snowball was thrown by her father. At first, she still remembered the two hits before, and instinctively shrank her neck, looking pitiful and cute.

She soon discovered that this was gentle, and even more interesting. She was afraid that she would grow small wings, go with the wind, fly into the sun, and melt into happiness.

"father!"

Daisy let out a cry, smiling so that the corners of her mouth turned up, she quickly straightened her breasts and stomach, bent into a little croissant eagerly waiting to throw a second snowball.

This kind of thinking is also a clear stream.

Tony then snowballed his second thumb, throwing her as lightly as before.

"This is play, not harm." He said.

Needless to say, Xiaotuanzi is also very clear now.She had tasted the fun of patting with two small snowball rackets, painted gourds, dug snow on the ground like her father, wrapped them into balls with her hands, stretched them out, and pressed one on her father's face without aiming.

"Oh thank you, miss." With a trembling of his mighty body, Tony turned white in the sky, wiped off the snow on his face, stood up to pat his daughter, and made the little one scream, "I think you did it on purpose." of."

Iron Man is here to play with his daughter on his skis, while the son of Batman, who is skiing with darts and is about to grow up to lead all mankind, is educated by his father who strode over early with his collar to a place where no one is around. .

Education is really a big project, with a long time span and many participants, so what about superheroes?You don’t have to eat when you come home from work, and you don’t have to teach when your child gets into trouble.

"You're flashing darts at three kids."

"They were my age."

"You're flashing darts at three kids."

"I didn't fly there."

"You're flashing darts at three kids."

"Did you bring a repeater with you?"

Bruce was holding a confiscated dart from the League of Assassins. He should be thankful that there were no cameras nearby. He wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose, but almost pierced his eyes with the wrong hand: "You have an absolute advantage, Damian. You can teach me a lesson, for the ordinary People are far from the point of showing off their weapons, let alone the other party is just a child."

"Is there anyone else who is not a child in your eyes, Dick Grayson?" Damian's face was stinky, "I won't really do anything to them, and talking is also against the law."

"Okay." Bruce said, "but promise me, next time you won't lighten your weapons on ordinary people easily, and you won't do it casually, okay?"

He paused, and added: "A man will face up to his promise to his father."

Damian's face still stinks.

The young master stood there with his empty pockets on, and after a while he said: "Okay."

There is a sense of gift in saying it.

Bruce then did not continue his education.

He suddenly noticed something, his eyes moved, and then passed Damian, and fell on a small figure slowly walking behind, gradually softening a little.

Damian was still keeping a bad face, even if he knew that someone was coming from behind, he was not willing to move.

Until a soft little hand stretched out and circled his two fingers through the glove.