Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 174

Wendy was speechless.

I imagined thousands of possibilities in an instant, but I didn't know that I was so unlucky. Not only did I miss one, but I got the answer that made me want to bury my head in the wall.

If it weren't for the fact that the floor of Stark's house was as clean as new, with no cracks at all, Wendy has become an ostrich with no sand in her head, and water in her head, otherwise she wouldn't have acted like that. Ridiculously stupid thing.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, slid to unlock it to check the text messages, and sure enough it was.

Poor that friend unknowingly carried the scapegoat. I don't know how many times he sneezed behind his back and received "blessyou" so many times.

Now it seems that God blesses the world, but leaves Wendy in a corner.

"That's true." Wendy said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jarvis."

After a short period of embarrassment, she patted her face, and she became more relaxed when she confided in her heart, and said with a smile: "But... I really like you very much."

Her frankness probably made Jarvis feel at a loss. The loudspeaker of the phone was quiet, as if it was an electromagnetic block, filtering all the intermittent words out of the filter named "inappropriate", and there was no sound. .

But how could the smart butler be at a loss? It was just a matter of choosing words and making sentences. In a flash, he said again: "Then..."

Before the "then" came out, the extremely carefree Wendy happily wished him a merry Christmas, and then said that she would talk again when she had time, busy bending over to coax Daisy who found the Christmas gift, and wanted to lure the little girl into the group , hiding presents under the Christmas tree without telling Tony.

"It's a gift for Dad, just you and I know." Wendy stood at the door of the living room, poked her head out to observe the real-life racing boss on the sofa, "OK?"

A small head poked out from underneath, listening to the nanny's questioning, as if she had been given an extremely important confidential task, Daisy puffed her chest out and said loudly: "Okay!"

One good thing is to heal the old father.

Now Wendy doesn't have to go to great lengths to hide the gift, the chairman's big maple syrup-colored eyes saw her through the X-ray in an instant, and he stretched out his big hand: "Take it here."

Wendy seemed to have swallowed a potato in her throat, and neither spit it out nor spit it out. It can only be said that the father and daughter had no chance of her surprise. Under the pressure of the boss' eyes, she honestly handed over the gift.

Is this picture wrong? ? ? ? ?

Wendy originally wanted to ask Tony to guess what she gave, thinking that the boss might not like to play like this, so she watched it tactfully.

Tony shook the gift box a couple of times.

As expected of a chairman who has seen the world, he has a pair of good ears that can hear the wind and rain as well as the sound of copper coins, so he said without thinking: "This year, I will give you a tie clip instead."

Wendy clapped her hands.

Daisy likes Wendy's gift.

She loves her father, and loves everything related to her father, not to mention that Iron Man's tumbler nesting doll is really cute. When she presses it with her hand, it wobbles to fall down, but it doesn't happen after all. With an indomitable spirit, Iron Baby straightened her waist resolutely, and handled it well under the baby's little hands. Even if it really touched the floor, it would definitely bounce up quickly.

When Tuanzi found that the doll was taken apart, there were still smaller dolls inside, and even smaller dolls, the big eyes rounded up, and wheezingly broke the doll apart, half of the left hand, half of the right hand, I am happy to show my old father.

Tony touched his lower back silently: "Very good."

Although the gift was sent out prematurely due to various accidents, it was delivered well. Wendy watched the interaction between the two, satisfied, and turned to the kitchen to prepare the unfinished Christmas Eve dinner.

She herself is very happy to celebrate the festival, even though she always spends it alone, it is also very comfortable to watch dramas with the computer in her arms.

Especially with the snow falling outside the window and the warmth in the room, it makes people feel the beauty of life.

Wendy walked into the kitchen and found a little yellow man sneaking in the open refrigerator and stealing food.

She rolled up a newspaper and patted the banana capsule on the shoulder: "No way. You don't cook today's meal here."

The full-fledged minion was caught, and was startled at first, but when he heard the sound, he poked his head out and saw Wendy, and he immediately relaxed.

Wendy's gentleness is famous among the minions.

What's more, he just heard a big gossip today, and now he sees her and thinks about it, he doesn't eat snacks, and winks with a swaying expression: "Tiamo~"

Wendy was confused.

After getting along for so long, she can more or less understand Minion's language. Although she can't speak a few words better than Daisy, at least she can understand.

It's useless to understand.

She just found it funny: "You don't need to be coquettish with me, go back quickly. I won't tell Mr. Stark."

The little yellow man with a round belly took out a small box of milk from the refrigerator, pointed to the box, and said "JARVIS" with a pouted mouth, looking very shy, and kissed the milk box.

Now Wendy's head was kicked by a bull so she couldn't understand what he meant.

But it turns out that when Jarvis was talking to her just now, a little yellow man sneaked up to get the cupcake she made. Mosquitoes soaked in blood are quicker, and now there are no minions in the underground paradise who don't know that there are no minions who don't know, come out to steal food, and dare to tease her.

Wendy akimbo.

The little yellow man was still narcissistic about putting on a stage play with Strawberry Milk, when he looked up, he saw a small figure approaching the kitchen door.

Daisy came to get milk.

Her strawberry milk is also special, which is rich and sweet. If you have a box when you don’t make milk powder, you can also be happy like a fairy.

However, the last bottle of milk is being kissed by the little yellow man.

The child's eyes suddenly became strange, as if looking at a mutated creature, and she barely stopped. When the little yellow man came over with milk and wanted to give it, she turned around and ran fast.

The little yellow man chased desperately.

Daisy ran desperately.

This Christmas Eve, the old father had a very lively life, the sound of footsteps in the corridor was endless, and the little yellow man was crying sadly.

Daisy didn't like to cry that much.

Before raising the minions, Tony didn't know that the lacrimal glands in bananas were so developed.

"Do you have tear ducts?" He got out of the panoramic simulated traffic jam, twisted his wrist, and asked himself in a flat tone, "No."

In the end, the dumpling still didn't have the milk to be kissed by the minions. As it was getting late, she ate a pudding and waited for a sumptuous meal.

Wendy returned home after cooking.

During the period, a few minions came up from the ground, and every time they saw her, they would rub their hands and gossip about the incident between her and Jarvis, but Wendy herself said that it was nothing at all.

What else can happen, just say it and stop holding back.

She cherishes this feeling and wants to convey it. She is very happy to convey it now.

The gossip minions were knocked on the head by Wendy with a spoon soaked in dish soap foam, and there was no cupcake to eat, and they all went back to the ground in disappointment.

On Christmas Eve, the two of Stark's family had a delicious dinner.

Daisy waited early in the baby chair with the spoon, waiting for her father to bring a bowl of thick corn soup to the tray, puffed her cheeks and lowered her head to blow, and after two mouthfuls, she couldn't wait to take a spoon and drink it.

I wish every day was Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, sir. Merry Christmas, ma'am," said Jarvis. "I feel quite at ease."

"Since when do you say things like that?" Tony asked.

The old father swayed the goblet with dark red wine in his fingers, and had a drink before the meal, and his skin was slightly warmed up without feeling it.

"Is the wine okay, Dad?" Tuanzi sipped the soup, eating from the bowl and looking into the glass, wanting to taste Dad's wine too.

"Very good." Tony smiled at her, "Wait another 16 years. Take your time."

But is 16 years very slow?

The passing away is like sand between fingers, clearly very fast.

After a full meal, Daisy was not busy unwrapping presents, and pressed the elevator for a rare moment to play in the minion's territory underground.

I heard that on Christmas Eve, the smart housekeeper who worked hard and methodically handled tens of thousands of data tasks for Tony unexpectedly took a break from work temporarily to tell stories to Minions.

Jarvis told Daisy many stories.

As small as a crow drinking water and as big as a brief history of time, he can come at will, with a soft and gentle voice, and often tells the little Daisy baby who is listening to the story carefully, turning over and falling asleep in the small bed.

Today is different.

Jarvis tells a suspenseful story to the Minions, and never tells Daisy.

It's really unfair, if it wasn't for the little yellow man who came up to find the cake, Daisy wouldn't know.

The group went straight to the place where the minions gathered expectantly, and Jarvis's story had already been told halfway.

He said that Detective Clock and Peanut were looking for witnesses to the murder. They searched for a long time, searched for clues, and finally found the witness's whereabouts in an old house.

As soon as the soft baby lay down, the minions around them automatically and consciously moved away, put a cushion under her body, and covered her with a small blanket.

"Peanut has been knocking on the door for a long time." Jarvis said, "No one opened it. He felt bad. Ma Shan found a tool to open the door and found the witness lying on the ground."

With the children around, the housekeeper automatically coded the story: "He wrote the last two words on the ground with his finger stained with red mosaic."

It's exciting!

The minions pricked up their ears.

A common routine of the story, but there are often people who are willing to buy it.

Daisy was also looking forward to it. Seeing the surrounding banana capsules prick up their ears, they pricked up their ears.

Unexpectedly, after the long wait, what was waiting was not a shocking inside story, nor some half-written letters that needed to be deciphered, but Jarvis's gentle sentence: "The story is over."

The little yellow people exploded the pot, like a burst of popcorn, screaming and lying on the ground, wanting to hear the ending.

After begging like this for a long time, Jarvis did not disagree.

He is very gentle, even if he tells an unfinished story, even if he is discussing things with the minions now, he is still gentle.

"I'm willing to finish." He said, "But don't tell Wendy what you said today, okay?"