Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

During these days of winter vacation, at eight o’clock in the evening, no matter where Daisy is in the house, as soon as the bell rings, she will quickly run to the living room, turn on the TV, ask Jarvis to tune to the news channel, and start watching her A news program I watch regularly.

This is an investigative program, hosted by a tall and strong male reporter. The content is very in-depth, and it always pays attention to issues of general concern to the general public. Therefore, it is very popular, and the ratings remain high. The reporter himself also has a very high rating. Reputation.

Daisy liked this reporter very much.

Such a young child doesn't know what an idol is. She doesn't miss regular shows. When she goes out occasionally, she even asks Jarvis to subscribe to the rebroadcast of the show on the news website. Watching the reporter talk without blinking her eyes, can she Watching it so engrossingly for a long time, I really look like I am addicted to idols.

Tuanzi ran to the bar at home and took out the microphone, and said hello, like a reporter, interviewing his father at home.

Benben took the camera and recorded the whole process.

"This is my father." Daisy didn't show any timidity in front of the camera, and spoke to the old father who was choosing a watch, "Can I ask you some questions?"

"I hope you can keep your question short, Miss Stark." Tony closed a drawer and opened another, "I'm in a hurry to get out."

"Dad, I want to ask you." Daisy held a card in her hand as an interview script. In fact, there was nothing on it except her idle graffiti, and she could ask a decent question, "Bob The toffee on the table is gone, do you know what happened?"

This question obviously hit the soul directly, and made the big hand that was wandering in the expensive collector's watch froze and stopped in the drawer.

Tony's expression was well managed, but he didn't see any changes on his face. He just turned his eyes over and looked at his daughter. After a while, he said slowly, "I know what's going on."

"Did you eat it, Dad?" The little reporter moved the microphone over, asking questions one after another so sharply that the chairman of the long-running mall was a little overwhelmed.

Tony took a Vacheron Constantin casually and put it on his wrist, slowly adjusted the strap, and asked the little one: "Do you want to hear the truth, or do you want to hear a lie?"

"Tell the truth." Daisy said with a straight face, as if in front of the real live broadcast camera, even if she pretended to be a reporter, she must implement the spirit of restoring the truth, and said solemnly, "The audience needs the truth."

This sentence was said by the famous reporter, and she also learned it.

Probably moved by Daisy's truth-seeking spirit, the old father also gave up resistance, looked at those big clear eyes, and said the truth with one mouth: "I ate it."

Daisy still showed a shocked expression.

It was of course a good thing her father hadn't lied.

But—he already ate a lot of candy today!

"Dad, you can't." The group holding the microphone has changed from a reporter to an ordinary daughter of the Stark family, with a worried and disapproving expression on her face, she waved her hand at her father, "You Can't eat any more? We agreed."

What's more, Bob shed a sad tear when he found out that his toffee was missing.

"I was wrong." Tony hugged his daughter and straightened her little skirt, "I won't eat anymore today. Can you go out with me for lunch after get off work?"

"I can." Daisy was very willing.

When she is not bored with the reporter game for the time being, she also maintains a high enthusiasm for the investigative programs of famous reporters. It seems that Kryptonians have a truth-seeking spirit that breaks reality and sees the truth in their bones, and they also have a sensitive enough sense of smell. Just smell the truth.

Tony thought so.

In the car, he looked at his daughter who was singing, and in addition to having this thought, he also reflected on what aftermath he did not do well after eating toffee, so that Daisy found out his flaws.

What is there is what is there, what is not is what is not, secrets are just truths that have been temporarily buried, no matter how deep they are buried, they will always be discovered.

Tony gradually discovered his daughter's love for investigative shows, too.

Sometimes after dinner, instead of working out in the gym, he would watch TV with Daisy.

Daisy was able to read the reporter's opening remarks, and imitated his expressions to a certain extent. Listening to the sharp comments on TV, Tony felt that one day his daughter would be able to utter a long paragraph of irony fluently.

I don't know if this is a good thing.

"You like this show very much." The old father took a sip of the health-preserving tea, blew on the rising steam, and asked his child.

Daisy was enjoying watching TV, but since it was her father who asked the question, she was willing to take a moment to turn around and answer.

"He's fine." Tuanzi pointed at the magnified reporter's face on the TV, "He's just funny, isn't he, Dad?"

"I'm afraid I don't like such a sharp way of asking questions," Tony said.

But he has to admit that this reporter can indeed dig out many truths that others don't know from many mouths like iron gates.

"It seems that you like him very much." Tony said.

Daisy nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, Dad."

The parents just said "huh" without saying anything, and continued watching TV quietly.

When the show was about to end, Tony turned on the screen of the phone, searched for some information on it, glanced at the back of his daughter who was sitting, tapped his fingers quickly, and typed some words.

"Jarvis." Tony said, "A new job for you."

Two days after Christmas, Daisy waited in front of the TV early. Because of the holiday, many programs of the news channel had been adjusted. It was also from this Christmas that the TV station said that it would extend the reporter's program for another half an hour. Hours, but at the same time canceled the daily broadcast schedule, and changed it to every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Daisy couldn't see it every day, and she was a little disappointed at first.

But this evening, she found that the show was much longer than usual, and she soon became happy again.

The next morning, Tony said he was going out.

"Is Daddy going to work?" Daisy asked, "Yesterday he said no."

That's what my old father said yesterday.

Daisy asked yesterday because she wanted to go to the zoo with her father to see if the bears were hibernating in the cave, and she was very happy to hear that her father said it was not working.

"I said I didn't work today, but I didn't say I couldn't go out," Tony said.

He not only wants to go out by himself, but also takes Daisy out with him.

"Are you going to the zoo?"

Daisy obediently put on her coat and followed her father into the car driven by Happy. When she lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, she was full of expectations for her ideal destination.

But Tony shook his head and said he would go to the zoo another day.

"I have an appointment with someone today, so I have to go there on time," said the old father.

"Who is it?" Daisy asked.

The car started to drive, and slowly passed through the large forests covered in silver. Today there is no sun, but there is no snow. Going out into the distance, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the houses are also dressed in white clothes.

Tony didn't know what to say, just said: "You know it."

Tuanzi let out a "huh", very surprised and very happy, because the people she knew were all very good people, no matter who she met, she liked them, kicked her little feet, and began to guess from the seat: "Is it leather?"

"No." Tony said.

"Is it Aunt Xiaona?"

"No."

"Is it the uncle who lives on the farm?" Daisy continued to guess.

The result is neither.

Tony only said that she knew him, asked several questions in a row, and said that she would never guess it. Daisy racked her brains and didn't even look at the scenery along the way. She didn't guess until the car stopped under a strange building. Find out who it is.

Her father is indeed very powerful, and he knew that she would miss it.

She had never been to this building before, and there were many shelves stacked high outside. Daisy followed her father to enter through the automatic sensor door, and soon someone greeted her, asking what she was doing and if she had an appointment.

Tony handed over his business card.

There are so many people.

Even though it was only a few days after the festival, it was already very busy here, with adults walking around in formal attire, as if they had come to Dad's company.

Daisy followed her father into the elevator.

The elevator went up to many floors, the indicator light went on ten or twenty times, and finally stopped, the elevator door opened, and the opposite door was the frosted door of a very large office.

Tuanzi looked around curiously. When her father left, she also left. Knowing that she had entered someone else's office area, she did not speak quietly.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw the office door open slightly.

A tall figure in a black suit walked out quickly from the inside. The man's hair was also black, and his eyes were heavy. When he glanced over, he clearly had a smile on his face, which still gave off a very sharp feeling.

Daisy soon found out that she seemed to know this uncle, he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she met him, so she remembered silently.

When she was recalling, Tony paused, and clearly recognized the person facing him, nodded and said, "Mr. Wayne, what a coincidence."

Bruce Wayne, who hadn't seen him for a long time, still had a deep and charming charm, and he also nodded and said hello: "It's a coincidence, Mr. Stark."

"I didn't know that Mr. Bullock's next interview subject was you." Tony said.

"No." Bruce said.As if he was about to laugh, he curled his lips up a little, which was very pleasing to the eye, and said slowly, "I'm here to do something."

His gaze quickly shifted from Tony to Xiaotuanzi who was staring at him intently.

"This is Daisy Stark. Hello." Bruce said, "I remember you."

The dripping light in those big eyes is very likable.

Having a daughter is actually nice too.

Bruce's facial lines were softer when he looked at Daisy. Seeing that the little girl was not afraid of strangers, and dared to stare at him after speaking, he couldn't help being a little interested, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you looking good." Daisy said.