Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The dumpling was caught by his father again.

The two chubby legs were kicking in mid-air without support, but it was of no avail. When the old father said "don't make trouble", Daisy stopped her movements obediently, as if she was pinched by the back of fate, she dropped her short arms and legs , let the big hands hold him, and put him in the bathroom.

Of course, the little vest wet with fruit juice was quickly peeled off like a banana.

"No juice for a day," Tony said.

In such a cold day, if you spill water all over your body outside, you will catch a cold soon.

Of course, as an adult, he also knows that the Kryptonian cub raised in his family is not easy to get sick, but it is one thing not to get sick, but another to spill water all over the ground.

Tony didn't really slap his little daughter's butt with his big hand. While talking with a straight face, he bit the "no drink" hard, and asked Wendy, who came out of cleaning the toy room, to find a new little coat, holding Daisy The fleshy little hands went into the sleeves.

Daisy understood her father's words.

At first she was still laughing when she was caught, but now the smile gradually disappeared, she lowered her head, raised it up again after a while, and hurriedly hugged the old father's leg: "Dad."

Dad looked very pitiful.

Tony didn't speak.

How could Xiaotuanzi give up, sticky like gummy candy, pulling on Tony's high-quality pajama pants, wanting to be hugged and act like a baby by his father.

The little hand was stretched upwards vigorously, and it was a bit unbearable to refuse for a moment.

Tony led Daisy into the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and took another box of juice from it.

Daisy was so happy that she let go of her hand early and saw that the juice was put on the ground, so she hurried to sit beside her and waited for it to be opened before drinking a little more.

But instead of the bottle, Tony rummaged through the cupboards and found a plastic cup.

Benben quietly leaned against the door to peek.

"If you have the strength to pour water, pour it well." The old father said lightly.

He also put the cup on the ground, unscrewed the lid of the new juice along the way, poured a little into the cup, straightened up, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Pour carefully."

Baby Daisy put his fingers in his mouth, couldn't hold back his jumps, and happily swayed his little feet even when he was sitting. How could he know that his father was just demonstrating.

Of course, she knew it now.

The little one was a little dazed, looked down at the cup, and took his delicious fingers out of his mouth.

Not allowed to drink juice, I am afraid I will cry.

Daisy didn't cry in the end.

She squatted on her stomach and got up from the ground. Seeing that her father's hand was still pointing to the ground, she obediently went over and picked up a large box full of juice, as if carrying the burden of life.

The round cheeks on both sides of the bulging really make people want to reach out and poke them.

In fact, the juice is not heavy. She took it on the table before and poured it all over her body in a hurry. Now she holds it carefully in such a manner, and holds it very well. Poured a small half cup.

"That's right."

The chairman, who was watching with his hands folded, only now showed some satisfaction. He reached out to touch his daughter's head, and his face lost the seriousness he had when he was grabbing the bag.

Daisy is also very satisfied.

She watched her father put away the juice, but did not collect the half cup on the ground, and reached out to fetch it tactfully.

Holding the cup in both hands, he was about to bring the rim to his mouth to drink, when a big hand suddenly stretched out in front of him took the cup.

Tuanzi was startled, and looked anxiously at Tony drinking the juice with his head up, spreading his empty hands, and said sadly, "I don't have any."

"No." Tony looked back at her and said calmly, "I told you not to drink for a day."

Daisy didn't make a fuss.

Dad walked out of the kitchen, and she followed behind, with her head drooping in a limp mass, and she walked halfway, parted ways with her old father in the corridor, and climbed to the sofa in the living room to watch the news by herself.

Tony was watching her from the corridor.

Those two small hands were behind their backs, and their fingers were still stirring restlessly.

He raised his eyes again to see what was broadcast on the TV.

The live broadcast of the Children's Museum was still going on, and the camera swept across. Teenagers as big as teenagers, and babies as small as Daisy, all had a good time in the museum.

Tony was silent for a while, and finally turned on his phone and made a call.

The toddler's frustration didn't last long.

It wasn't a big deal at first, but Daisy liked her father again, and the sadness of being punished was forgotten for a while, and she saw her father combing his hair, coming out with neat clothes, and walking past, wanting the adults to play with him .

Tony bought her a whole set of Christmas finger puppets two days ago. The little dolls are manipulated with fingers. There are many characters, and it is as fun as playing house.

"Don't play this yet," Tony said.

He took a pair of small socks in his hand, hugged his daughter, and put them on his lap to wear one by one.

The chairman of Stark Industries is sometimes impatient to wait for others, but he is quite patient when doing such small things for children.

Daisy was very cooperative.Because she saw the elevator door open and knew that her father was going to take her outside to play, she became a happy little pigeon about to be released.

The big pigeon is going to take the little pigeon to the children's museum.

There are rows and rows of children's museums in New York, with different themes and exhibits and activities.

Christmas is approaching, and even the small animal statues at the entrance of the museum are wearing Christmas hats.

There were many parents and children who came to the museum today. Daisy was very excited when she saw the bustling crowd through the car window. She was carried out of the car by her father, but she was able to obediently not run around, pulling her father's clothes and looking up.

Tony once donated a sum of money to this children's museum, and looking at it now, it has been repaired better than before.

The exhibition hall has expanded and new exhibition areas have been added, and children can visit at will according to their interests.

There are many experience activities in the museum, you can make planetary models together, and you can also wear Indian headdresses.

The exhibits are full of childishness, and the explanations are easy to understand.

Xiaotuanzi dragged his father around.

She plunged into the faint blue ocean pavilion. On the small table painted with seaweed, there were many shiny transparent spheres. There were models of floating marine life in the spheres. swim up.

Daisy liked it very much, and she took it down to look at each one, not only for herself, but also for her father.

At this time, the old father became her narrator alone.

It doesn't matter if Tony can't recognize all the sea creatures, but Jarvis can recognize them all and explain them one by one in the earphones.

"By the way, the venom of the sea wasp can kill people..." The metallic sound transmitted by the electric wave tickled the cochlea comfortably.

Tony was talking to his daughter, and suddenly seemed to notice something, turned his head, and saw a big shell model on the opposite side.

There is nothing wrong with the model itself.

The problem is that what is hidden behind the shell is neither seaweed nor a mermaid, but several pairs of big round eyes.

They are all staring at this side without blinking.

Seeing Tony watching, the little owner of the eyes was startled, cleverly knew that he quickly lowered his head to hide, and stood there honestly, with a panicked expression of "I've been discovered".

Tony waved to several children.

The older boys pushed the younger ones, and the younger ones squeezed the older ones. They gave way to each other, but they all ran away, half excited and half bewildered.

A bunch of radish heads.

"What are you looking at there?" Tony asked.

Seeing so many children, Daisy hid behind her father holding the sea life ball.

"You are." The oldest child seemed to be the most courageous. Hearing Tony's question, he became nervous and asked, "Are you Iron Man?"

Tony got it.Glad to admit: "I am."

A small group of people burst into unanimous wow.

It was as if these big eyes were suddenly turned on and brightened.

The circle formed by the little radish heads suddenly shrunk a lot, and they gathered together with Tony as the center.

"That." The older child got the answer, eager to try, and asked again boldly, "Can I shake hands with you? It's like shaking hands with the president."

"Unlike the President of the United States, you can shake my hand." Tony said.

He was not unfriendly to children, but since having his own daughter, he has become more friendly to other children.

As soon as this sentence was uttered, the hands of the little boys scrambled to follow the endless questions.

"My mother has a camera, can I take a photo with you?"

"You can sign my coat—"

It was like a fan meeting all of a sudden.

But when the children rushed up, a small figure gradually squeezed out of the encirclement.

The little dumpling holding the ocean ball was squeezed out of Dad's side.

The children didn't mean it, but Daisy was already standing alone.

The cheeks on both sides swelled up unhappily. She stood there by herself, knowing that she couldn't leave her father casually, and squatted down holding the ball, looking a little pitiful for a while.

A pair of black high-heeled shoes passed through the drooping eyelids.

The high-heeled shoes walked over, and soon walked back, facing her directly.

Then Daisy gathered a shadow in front of her, and an adult bent down and asked softly above her head, "What's wrong?"

It sounds like a woman.

Little Dough looked up.

The aunt who leaned over and talked to her was undoubtedly beautiful.

With long hair tied behind her head, wheat-colored skin and red lips, she smiled beautifully and kindly.

Before Daisy could speak, another man in a suit came from the side.

When he saw this end, his eyes lit up, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and hurried up: "Miss Prince!"