Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

It sounds incredible that Tony Stark was cut off.

"I thought my bid was high enough." He said while making milk powder.Because he was dripping a few drops of sweet milk on the back of his hand to test the temperature, he spoke a little absent-mindedly, "Isn't it?"

"The other party's bid is a little bit higher than ours," Jarvis said.

Although Tony didn't think about whether he wanted that place at first, but he still felt a little uncomfortable being taken away like this.

The chairman's displeasure was quickly forgotten—there was a little girl with a flat stomach in the bedroom, if she was fed later, she might starve to death.

Daisy sat on the big bed and waited for a long time, finally heard the footsteps coming from the door, stood up happily grabbing the guardrail, looked at the approaching old father, and then at the full milk bottle in his hand, stretched out her little hand too long.

There were still marks from a nap on her white and tender cheeks, and she felt itchy when she was quietly drinking milk, so she raised her hand to scratch.

For a small baby, it is best to eat, sleep and eat, especially if it is fed every day, carefree, and there is nothing to worry about.

Obviously a flag.

That evening Tony answered the phone.

The power of the mysterious call is unpredictable, and the richest man in New York will be silent when he hears it. He turned his head to look at his daughter who was playing hide-and-seek with Benben in the big towel, and replied, "Got it. I'll take her there tomorrow."

So the next day, Little Daisy found out that Happy had come again.

The arrival of this driver and bodyguard is often a mixture of sadness and joy-it is good that he can drive her out to play, but it is not good that he wants to take her home.

Today's happy is very abnormal.

He didn't change his personality abnormally, but he was very enthusiastic, with a smile on Yuanyuan's face, and he even took a bag of biscuits to give to Daisy.

Tuanzi hid behind the sofa, refusing to go over after endless calls.

It was actually easy for her to come out. Tony put on his clothes and walked into the elevator. Before he could call out, Daisy was already chasing behind with his toy bag, afraid that he would not be able to catch up with her father. In a blink of an eye, she was in front of him .

The car drove fast and smoothly on the main road, and the route was unfamiliar. It didn't look like going to Queens, nor was it going to any park.

After driving for more than an hour, the speed of the car slowed down. Looking out of the car window, I could see a brand new white building in front of the house. There was a lawn in front of the house, and fat gray pigeons were cooing and pecking at the grass seeds.

"Simpson" was written in large cursive letters on the door plate.

Just by looking at it, I thought it was someone's private house.

"Little Daisy has a booster vaccine to be given." The person on the phone asked, "When will you have time to come to my place?"

Need an injection.

The needles with their eerie, cold metallic light are little Daisy's nightmare.

Where in the world are there children who like injections?

She is more sensitive to pain, and injections are even more fatal. Before she could walk, she had to struggle like a mudskipper on the beach every time she got an injection. Needless to say, she burst into tears. After the injection, her cheeks were already wet when she was hugged in her arms. One cried so pitifully.

Every time in this sinful white house.

Daisy didn't remember much, and there was this building not far away. Sitting on the safety seat, she saw it as soon as she looked at it. The smile on her face that was happy a second ago gradually disappeared. Tony next to him couldn't stay any longer and wanted to go into his arms.

The dumpling huddled in his father's arms was exceptionally quiet.

Later, she was carried all the way into the white house. If she hadn't moved lightly occasionally, she would have thought she had fallen asleep.

The White House is actually the personal clinic of Stark's super personal doctor Simpson.

For Daisy, Simpson is more terrifying than Happy.

This 1.8-meter-tall man became a doctor purely because he likes to wear a white coat and cold medical equipment. By chance, he met the idol Iron Man. He signed the contract and became a private doctor. Every time Daisy gets an injection, the culprit He is the one to blame.

Daisy was lying on her old father's shoulder, only half of her face was exposed, her little hands were tightly clutching Tony's sleeves, limp like a pumped little ball.

Entering the door is like entering a hotel.

The assistant Ms. Harper led the way, but she was already familiar with it without taking it.

The terrifying Doctor Simpson was sitting in a clean consultation room, with short brown hair in waves. When he saw Tony coming in from the door, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he stood up and said, "Mr. Stark."

Looking at Daisy who turned her face reluctantly, she smiled again and narrowed her eyes like a fox: "Oh, little Daisy."

Daisy turned her head away immediately.

Needles don't have to be given as soon as you come, but you also need to go through a physical examination procedure.

It took Miss Harper a lot of effort to take the sticky gummy candy from the old father's arms with a gentle voice, lure her with a lollipop, and take her to the next door to measure her height and weight.

Tuanzi didn't smile very much today. He stood on the weighing scale with candy in his hands, tearing off the candy wrapper with his little fingers, listless, and his face almost drooped to the ground.

Later, he was brought back to Simpson's place. The doctor wanted to listen to the heartbeat with a stethoscope, but the little thing was even more reluctant. He sat in Tony's arms and covered his heart with both hands.

"It's useless for you to cover it." Simpson enjoyed it, still smiling, stretched out his big hand to tickle her, and withdrew after scratching her, "Look."

The unabashed "I'm just better" expression hanging on the face is really flattering.

After listening to the heart and lungs, Simpson asked Tony some daily questions about Daisy's eating and sleeping, while Miss Harper prepared the vaccines and syringes to be given later.

When he heard that he was going to get an injection, Tony clearly felt his arms go stiff.

Looking down, she saw a thin layer of tears flickering in Xiaotuanzi's eyes, which she suppressed by force.

He sneered, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

What should come always comes.

Daisy didn't understand, she was fine in the morning, how could she suddenly come to see the annoying Simpson and get beaten.

Whether you understand it or not, Tony has already put him on the ground from his arms.

The old father thought that the little one would refuse, but knowing that she was afraid, it was not impossible to hug her again.

But Daisy didn't.

That's amazing.

Little Daisy stood helplessly on the ground. She was short, but she kept on crying. When Miss Harper called her name, she took a few steps forward without being escorted.

After a few steps, she felt a little timid again, and stood there, motionless.

Miss Harper leaned slightly, stretched out her left hand, beckoning Daisy to come forward, raised her right hand high, with a terrible syringe between her fingers, the needle was shining with painful light.

"Come to me brave little friend," she said to Daisy, "are you brave?"

Daisy shook her head honestly.

Simpson added embellishment: "Go on, baby. It doesn't hurt at all."

big liar.

Daisy still didn't move.

She stood where she was, looking back persistently, looking at her father, who was still sitting still, with her mouth flattened, and pitifully called "Mom".

"Don't be afraid." Tony said lightly.

He finally stood up, came over and stood in line with Miss Harper, and folded his arms to look at the small ball.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but looking at it like this, I can vaguely see some firmness in Daisy's eyes.

Then know it's not.

At this moment, father's assistant was standing in front of him, sitting on the doctor's chair, Daisy was behind the door, and there was no one outside the door.

Just as Miss Harper has been coaxing Daisy to no avail, she walks over holding the needle helplessly, like the prelude to the danger in all horror movies.

Tuanzi Gulu turned around and ran away.