Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 157

Bumblebee rushed back to Stark's house overnight, obviously not to weed the lawn, nor to cause property damage to Tony, but to know that Daisy encountered a roadblock from the Decepticons in Queens. , he was very guilty, and turned back without finding his companion.

"There's nothing to feel guilty about." Tony sat on the sofa, holding a steamy coffee cup in his hand.

Bumblebee Cat sits on the opposite side with his back bent, holding a cup symbolically. The cup is filled with dangling lubricating oil. On Stark's expensive rug, a large, dull oil stain smeared.

The billionaire had already thought about it, and saw the panicked look on Bumblebee's face, and the way he moved forward to sit on a piece of ground, and thought he was trying to hide the truth, he stretched his hand down to wipe the floor, but he pretended not to see it. Looking at the world through water vapor is like looking at flowers in front of water, all money is empty.

Mr. Stark, who sees everything, has a holy light of desire and desire, which makes Bumblebee feel admiration when he looks at it, and he dare not look directly at it.

Mainly because of the fear of losing money.

Tony is a businessman. If it is pursued, this Autobot will not even think about finding any companions. He may not be able to pay off his debts if he wears a giant maid outfit and farms the land in the villa for ten years.

"The roadblock already knows that you are here, so I don't feel at ease." Bumblebee silently put the spilled lubricating oil cup back on the table, crossed his fingers, obediently daring not to touch anything, "I want to protect your safety."

"I'm afraid you have forgotten what my side job is." Tony said, "Don't stop because of this matter, just do what you want to do. Your companion is still missing."

"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Stark." Bumblebee turned to look at the TV screen hanging on the wall, and raised his finger, "The whereabouts of the roadblock have been exposed. If he can find this place, my companion can also find it here." ...should be able to move a little faster than him."

During the high-impact reruns of the "giant robot attack" in Queens during the day, the studio often had a news commentator with authority written all over his face.

"This matter needs to be taken seriously." The commentator held the microphone like an owl, with big and round eyes, "Don't think that someone stuffed himself in the armor, no! It's a real robot. "

The most famous old father who stuffed himself in armor silently stared at the commentator.

"This is a signal, a completely dangerous signal." The commentator was heartbroken and thumped the table loudly, "Whether the active force behind it is manipulating the robot to attack humans, or the robot itself attacks humans spontaneously, it will undoubtedly cause social security problems. Great destruction. Our planet—"

He stood up, spread both arms, and compared the longest length: "There is too much damage. We have to live in fear of dangerous sudden drops every day, which is very scary."

The news host silently snatched back the microphone: "Then, from the two situations mentioned just now, which one is more harmful?"

"Of course it's the second type." The commentator realized the gaffe, straightened his clothes and sat back, looking polite again, "Robots are the executors of the program, without consciousness, without emotion, and don't understand what life is, let alone respect. Life. As long as one such cold-blooded killer appears, it will almost be a global disaster."

He shivered: "I think we haven't forgotten Ultron back then."

The picture suddenly went out, and it was Tony who turned off the TV.

Bumblebee is still listening to the commentator carefully. As the so-called emotionless subject who was discovered by Aite, he is not angry. He even wanted to hear the story of Ultron, but he couldn't hear it. He turned his head to look at Tony in doubt. .

Turning their heads together, there was also Xiaotuanzi who was supposed to be sleeping on the ground.

Daisy was excited tonight, but when the bumblebee came, she was even more excited and didn't want to sleep. When the adults were talking, she sat on the ground and dismantled the building blocks. After dismantling and dismantling, she heard the news broadcast started, watching very engrossed.

The mood of the news commentator is really more interesting than any comic performance.

The TV was turned off, and the dumpling rolled to Dad's side, got up and fumbled around, looking for the remote control.

"It's time for you to sleep," said the old father.

He got up and went to the kitchen to make milk powder, leaving one big and one small staring at the living room.

The cunning father hid the remote control of the TV where the children could not find it, and Jarvis refused to open it. Daisy felt bored and went to pick up the half-dismantled building blocks to play with.

Bumblebee squatted by and watched.

It was really hard for him to fold his waist like this, but he didn't seem to feel it. Seeing Daisy disassemble and reinstall the building blocks, she accidentally made a wrong hand and dropped one on the ground, so he quickly helped to pick it up.

A small building block is far less than his finger, but a giant like him seems to be able to easily hold all the tiny things in the world.

"Fun?" Bumblebee asked, "You put this...on this."

Daisy lifted up the building blocks, and let him carefully assemble the fallen building blocks back. Since her hands were too big to hold, she finally left it to her to complete.

Tuanzi said, "Be a father."

She really doesn't look like it. The body is made of red blocks, but the nose, eyes and mouth seem to be misplaced. No matter how you look at it, you can't tell that she is Iron Man.

Daisy sat on the ground and worked hard, while Bumblebee watched carefully. Tony didn't have time to make milk powder for a long time, but the sleepy bug sneaked in amidst the silence, and got into the baby's tender ears. She sang a long-winded lullaby until Daisy's eyelids drooped. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. After a while, she fell asleep and wanted to find her father's embrace to sleep in her nest.

Before Dad came, a big hand reached out from the top and gently supported Daisy's soft back.

Bumblebee's hand is very warm. The heat and breath from the mechanical operation are somewhat similar to the temperature and smell on Tony's armor. Daisy slept several hours late, but now she feels comfortable, closes her eyes, and breathes The Autobot's gaze gradually softened.

The old father walked into the living room with the bottle on his back, but there was no one to drink the milk.

Bumblebee stood up slightly, but due to the height of the floor, he had to bend down, and slowly sent his palm to Tony as if protecting an egg.

The closed big hands hold the baby very well, look at that sweet little face, revealing a light pink of ease.

Tony looked up at Bumblebee, took his daughter, felt a ball in his arms wriggling gently, habitually patted his back to comfort, and sent the little one to sleep again.

"You still have two flowers left." Bumblebee said with shame, thinking of this case, "I don't think they can live anymore, I'm sorry."

After that, he bent over to go out and continue planting the land he hadn't finished.

"No need to go." Tony said, "Your bed is prepared in the garage, I think you don't mind sleeping there."

The talented mechanic and rich man looked at the bent back of the Autobot, and thought of something, his eyes flickered, but he was not unhappy: "I'm still thinking about it."

"What?" He spoke so quietly that Bumblebee could only turn to listen.

"You can't believe everything that commentator said." Tony said, "You don't have to listen to everything when you read the news."

Bumblebee half-understood, watching Tony take his daughter to the children's room, he went out, still insisting on planting the remaining flowers back into the soil.

His expectations did not come true.

Those flowers have been destroyed by harsh hands, returned to the soil, and after two or three days of withering, they were reborn as if they grew better, the leaves were watery, and several flower buds were bred.

But that's another story.

Bumblebee loves the bed Tony made for himself in the garage.

He's taken a liking to a shiny red Porsche in the corner while he's sitting in the garage disguised as a Camaro.

If Porsche can also gain life and become his kind, it must be a hot girl who turns all sentient beings upside down.So thought Bumblebee as she rested her head on the tire pillow.

He had been asleep for too long.After running away from Stark's house for a day, he saw many new things, and he couldn't even understand some trendy languages ​​spoken by humans.

Tony said the commentator wasn't quite right, and the Hornet agreed.

This planet is full of vigorous vitality. Although the people on Earth are small, fragile, and short-lived, they are persistent, intelligent, and full of creativity. They can compose amazing songs with even a little patience given by the earth. Shocking future.

He was born on the planet Cybertron, but it's not that he doesn't like the earth.

For example, like the language of the earth.

The next day, Bumblebee and Daisy lie on the grass outside the villa to read children's books.

Children's books have few characters. Daisy reads quickly and can guess the story from the pictures. What's more, this "Bluebird in the Robot's Heart" was told by her father before, and she turned to the next page with a whimper. , knowing that the bird will soon live in the heart of the robot.

A large hand reached out to turn the pages forward.

"Wait for me." Bumblebee said, "This... this bird... it feels very cold..."

He read all the words on this page slowly and persistently. In fact, it only added up to one sentence before he felt very satisfied, and obediently asked Daisy to turn the page.

Duanzi liked the story, and so did Bumblebee.

The blue bird lives in the heart of the heartless robot, and with a winter home, the robot also has a fragile but very soft and warm heart.

This heart can also chirp and sing beautiful songs.

Bumblebee caressed his heart.

He couldn't feel the beating.

"He said." Tuanzi showed him the pictures in the book, his red mouth clicked, "Thank you."

"Thank you." Bumblebee followed.

Tony also felt that the Autobots from Cybertron might not have a "human" side.

When Bumblebee struggled but insisted on holding the game controller, staring at the screen intently, and passed the game levels one by one, he should know that no matter people, Groot trees, or robots, there are always some things in common.

"He cleared the last level you were reluctant to play, sir." Jarvis said.

The bumblebee who finally passed the level was very happy, turned around, and wanted to have a victorious havefive with Tony.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but the smile on Iron Man's face always seems to have a hint of itchy teeth.