Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 147

Daisy took home the Peach doll that Lex Luthor had given her.

Attending the banquet of Schwann's daughter, apart from being pinched and bitten back, eating a few mouthfuls of ice cream, and getting a free toy, it seems that I didn't do anything meaningful, and I didn't even make a friend.

Inexplicable people appear one after another instead.

First up is Damian.Then came Luther.

This Mr. Luthor is the leader of the Luthor Group, but the Luthor Group has never cooperated with Stark Industries, so it seems very abrupt for him to come up so suddenly.

As for his "remember", of course it refers to the concert a year ago.It's a pity that only he remembers it unilaterally, and the person involved has no impression at all.

Who wants to remember a passer-by who has no intersection.Although this passer-by is rich.

"I saw you were crying just now." Luther lifted the suit pants, not caring that someone might pass by, squatted down with his legs bent, and said to Tuanzi with a smile, "It's so pitiful."

He spoke so fast and had a smile on his face but not in his eyes.

After saying these two sentences, Luther asked Tony for his opinion, gave Daisy the doll in his hand, got up and left.

It seems like a kind adult who saw the baby being bullied and brought toys to coax the baby.

Tony looked at Luther's back, but frowned unconsciously.

Back at the villa, Tuanzi pushed the small stool to the kitchen, stopped in front of the refrigerator, stepped on the chair, and pulled the handle to open the door. It was obviously not the first time he did such a thing.

In the whole family except Wendy, she is the most proficient at opening the refrigerator door.

On the way home, I was still sleepy in the car. The soft one was wrapped in a thin quilt and put it in Tony’s arms to sleep peacefully until I got out of the car. The old father wanted to just take the child to the bedroom directly, how could he know? As soon as Pi Cai opened the door, Daisy woke up with a stretched body.

After a short sleep, he is very energetic now, so he rummages around in the refrigerator, like a fat rat picking up food.

The old father approached the kitchen slowly, saw his daughter like this, and remembered that because of her long hair this morning, she and Wendy did not perform the daily chocolate-breaking ceremony.

Iron Man's card is really the most difficult SSR to draw, and I haven't drawn it yet.Think Tony should pull out his wallet and buy one when he meets Willy Wonka, and Daisy doesn't have to think about it.

Is there anything in the world that money can't buy?

Too much is too much.

It is not difficult for Tony to fulfill one of his daughter's wishes, but it is also difficult.

"dad."

The dumpling was tossing around in the refrigerator, and when she looked up, she realized that the chocolate had been moved by Wendy and placed on the top shelf. She turned her head to ask the old father for help, pointing with her finger: "It's over there."

The father who received the call for help stood there, as if he didn't hear it, stretched his arms, hugged him slowly, and just looked at her like that.

Daisy tried her best to tiptoe, and then remembered that she could fly, and floated up slowly, successfully holding the chocolate in her hand.

"..."

That's not what Tony meant.

He originally wanted to test what Daisy should say when asking for help, but he didn't think that although his daughter was still young, she could already accomplish many things.

Daisy floated to her father's side, landed firmly, lowered her head and picked the wrapping paper with her fingers, opened a hole, and "teared" a large piece.

The big blue eyes opened wide quickly, as if seeing some huge treasure, the baby jumped up before he could open his mouth: "Daddy's card!"

Lying in her tender palm was the iron man card that she hadn't drawn for many days and she had dreamed of.

No matter how much Daisy loves, she doesn't want any chocolates. She just holds the card in her hand and shows it to Tony as a credit: "Daddy!"

Seeing her happy, the old father bent his lips and smiled, and looked at the card again, with a touch of disgust in his smile: "The painting is too ugly."

So excited, don't even think about going to bed early tonight.

Dumpling gleefully puts the card in her box, along with the other superhero cards.

No Iron Man is complete.

What I never expected was that I exchanged the Iron Man card for a complete one tonight, and the real Iron Man fell ill the next day.

"It's not that serious." Tony said lightly.

It is said to be sick, but in fact it means that the body temperature rises, and it is not a serious problem when it falls.

It's just that before Simpson rushed to Stark's house with his medical kit, Tony's body temperature remained high, and the faint blush under his eyes looked charming, but after feeling charming, he couldn't help worrying.

"It's not that serious," Tony said again.

He was holding a glass of fruit juice and blowing air at the balcony door, with a nasal voice when he spoke.

Probably a fever caused by a cold.And this step, the body is completed overnight.

Baby Daisy is rocking the rocking horse beside her sadly.

Her father was sick, and Benben was moving her cradle to the nursery for fear of catching Tony's cold—she should have slept in her own room when she was so old.

"But it's been going on for a long time, Mr. Stark." Wendy said while holding a rag.

She glanced at the toddler below, whose background was a bit darker. She felt a little funny in her worry, and thought for a moment whether she was making too much of a fuss like Tony said.It made Daisy worry.

"Father is sick." The Tuanzi rocking horse was shaking listlessly, as if the little wooden horse's eyes were about to roll down listlessly, and found Wendy sitting beside her, and quickly asked, "What should I do?"

"Doctor Simpson is already on his way." Wendy said, "Take good care of Dad, and he will recover soon."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang, and it was Simpson's footsteps who stepped into the house.

The handsome doctor's brown hair was cut short, neat and clean, but no matter how good-looking his skin is, it can't conceal his nature as a villain. When he entered the room and found Daisy there, he was about to take out the needle with a smile: "Little Daisy is still there!" There is a vaccine to be made up."

Big ass.

Daisy hurried to hide behind the sofa.

She was also worried about her father, poking her head out from time to time, and then retracted when Simpson caught his gaze, like whack-a-mole.

Simpson checked Tony, looking relaxed, and it didn't seem like a big problem.

"Now, Mr. Stark." He put the stethoscope back into the box, took out a syringe, and said quietly, "Take off your pants."

"..." The sleeves that Tony had just put down were about to roll up again, "Do you believe that I don't need to be responsible for you being carried out on a stretcher today?"

Simpson, like a deflated ball, put the fake syringe back into the medical box, picked out the pills, and threw them in front of Tony: "Give it to me!"

"Supplement more vitamins and go out to bask in the sun." He said, "According to your physical fitness, you can recover in a day or two. Two days is considered very slow."

"I guess so," Tony said.

Simpson packed up his things, raised his hand and looked at his watch, with a bit of regret on his face: "The time is just right. It's a pity that I thought I could play with Daisy for a while."

Tuanzi heard his words clearly, and then went out to see his father with the toy in his arms. The little fat leg paused, and quickly shrank back behind the sofa.

"Why are you so busy?" Tony said.

Simpson shook his head: "I'm not busy, I have something to do, and someone I know just came to pick me up."

While he was talking, the phone in his pocket vibrated, he took it out to take a look, and said with a smile: "Dr. Lecter is waiting outside the villa, I will come to see you next time."

Simpson paused, then added with a smile: "Of course, I also need to look at my little daisy."

Daisy shivered and shivered.

With Simpson gone, the atmosphere at home was noticeably lighter for the toddler.

The little baby remembered Wendy's words of "take good care of Dad", and like a little bee, it circled around the old father who needed care.

Wendy said that she needed vitamin supplements and sun exposure. Daisy was very willing to go outside to bask in the sun with her father, but after taking the medicine Simpson gave her, her father closed his eyes and yawned, and went back to his room to sleep.

Jarvis dimmed the light in the room, and he couldn't see anything except a grown man wrapped in a quilt on the bed.

"Daddy doesn't have the sun," said Daisy.

Wendy also had no choice but to shrug her shoulders: "That can't be helped, wait for Mr. Stark to wake up."

She had her work to do, and many rooms in the house were not cleaned, so she entrusted Daisy to Benben's care, and turned around and dragged the vacuum cleaner to go elsewhere.

Benben came over happily to play with Daisy.

On weekdays, the two of them can throw the ball together, but today, the little master of the family obviously lost the interest in throwing the ball.

Tuanzi stood quietly for a while, then suddenly went to the kitchen without making a sound, rummaged through the box, opened the biscuit jar Wendy was keeping, took the biscuit away, and ran out holding the jar wheezing.

Benben followed behind suspiciously, and inevitably had to clean up the mess for her, and put the poor biscuits that had been peeled off their protective shells back into the cabinet.

Daisy cheered up as she ran, pushed open the balcony door, and put the empty jar in the good sunlight, which made the metal jar sparkle.

Tuanzi sat next to her and basked in the sun with the jar for a long time. She didn't cover the jar until she felt it was enough, and put it away in the living room.

As soon as Tony slept until the evening, he woke up with disheveled hair, and only then did Jarvis turn on the dim light by the bed, and his daughter ran in from the door.

Daisy really waited for a long time for her father to wake up, but when she woke up, the sun outside was setting in the west, and there was no good sunshine anymore.

"No more." She said softly.

"It's the same when we go out tomorrow." Tony said.

Before he could finish speaking, Tuanzi thought of something, turned around and ran out, and came in with a bag of things, his tender face was full of smiles, he rummaged through the bag, picked out the biscuit jar at noon, and opened it , to give a sick adult a surprise: "Papa's sun is here."

But when the lid was opened, the smile on Daisy's face became blank.

The jar was empty, with nothing in it.

She shook the can upside down, not even a ray of sunlight came out.

Busy busy.

The little baby nestled there in bewilderment was so pitiful and cute.

"Where is it?" Daisy was a little sad.

As smart as Tony, she knew what was going on by watching her movements. When she moved her mouth, she was about to speak: "The sun is..."

Halfway through the talk, seeing my daughter wipe her face, she went to turn over the bag again, and heard a "pop", and the light suddenly lit up, and the bright white light almost blinded the old father's big krypton eyes.

Daisy was holding a flashlight that came from somewhere in her hand, shaking it to illuminate her father. Seeing that it finally worked this time, her depression just faded away, and her smile resumed. She said softly, "The sun is here."

In the end, Tony groped for her little hand with his eyes closed, and forcibly turned off the flashlight.

He didn't really want to have a fever and just had to go to the ophthalmologist.

"You really..." The old father had a straight face.

He found that Daisy still had fluorescent sticks in her bag, and he suddenly couldn't say what he wanted to teach. Looking at the little child sitting by the bed, his eyes closed, his eyes became gentle, and he sighed softly.

The big hand caressed the soft little blond hair of the dumpling.

"Here is my sun," he said, "thank you."