Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

There was a magician performing in Paris, and a one-and-a-half-year-old painter appeared in the Stark Villa in Manhattan, New York.

The old father, Ge You, was paralyzed on the sofa, holding a book in one hand and covering a pillow with the other, his brows raised slightly from time to time.

The eyebrows were raised because the skin on the arm was constantly itchy, and it was accompanied by a slight or heavy pressure. The experience was not good at all.

Tony doesn't often turn his head to look at the little daughter who is busy next to him. At a glance, he will see the newly added colorful tattoos on his left arm, or crooked lines, or circles that don't form a circle. Great place to flex your muscles.

At the end of the painting, Daisy had to grab the half-rolled sleeves and lift them up again, to make room for her unfinished half circle.

Little Daisy Stark's artistic attainments are much higher than that of her father.

Since I discovered my interest in painting, there is no place in my house that can not be used as a canvas. Many flowers have grown on the walls of the toy room. I will not go out today. The little baby is lazily lying on the sofa, giving the same lazy Elderly father doing arm cosmetology.

The most enjoyable thing in winter is to do nothing in a warm room. The two Starks, one big and one small, have been doing nothing all morning.

Tony retracted his hand.

Little Tuanzi was not willing, and hurriedly hugged him, as if stuck to a piece of marshmallow.

The old father pretended to stretch out his hand to push, and the cotton candy became more and more sticky, accompanied by a milky but menacing little voice: "Dad—"

Daisy was so anxious that the chubby kicked her legs, but at least the grown-up obediently sat back in her seat, finished the circle, and was satisfied.

She was very happy, and took the paintbrush to paint elsewhere, but unexpectedly a pair of big hands stretched out from behind and caught her like a fish.

The slippery little fish really flicked wildly, but it was a pity that it caught an old father with a year and a half of rich experience in raising children, and instead of letting Daisy escape, he took the paintbrush out of the little hand.

Daisy bounced around until Tony drew the first strokes on her wrist.

The whole family is her drawing board. How could she think that when she used it as a drawing board for others, she was shocked for a few seconds. The baby who had never seen her father draw a picture calmed down and stopped running. She sat on the sofa obediently and watched her father draw for herself. .

Looking at it, she bent her eyes and laughed silently.

Tony drew a watch on his daughter's wrist.

The drawing is so ugly, the lines are crooked, and the numbers are not well written. If I insist on saying what is brilliant, I can only praise the arrow on the pointer as a bit of a finishing touch.

Seeing that her father finished drawing, Daisy quickly stretched out her other hand, asking to draw another one.

"I don't want to." The old father said.

He turned on the TV and watched it.

The baby sitting next to him liked the watch drawn by his father more and more. He touched his hand, but he didn't expect to touch the corner of the watch that had just been drawn and was not done. He was going to run away, but now he doesn't run away. He lay on his father's lap and pulled the TV addict. After seeing Tony finally looked down, he raised his hand high and said, "It's broken."

The budding watchmaker in New York had to take a pen and fill it up again.

The father who can draw watches can also repair, and instantly became the most admired person of Tuanzi.

Little Dough then dragged the blanket, nestled comfortably in his father's arms, covered the blanket, and didn't read the news, but only looked at the new watch.

Tony was watching the news.

At first he watched it simply because he was bored, and because the news host was good-looking, but when he watched it, the expression on his face became condensed.

The title in bold and capitalized on the background panel reads "Magic Comes True, Exhibits Stolen from the British Museum".

What was stolen was an ancient tool from Benin in the West African exhibition area of ​​the museum. The people accused of the theft had only seen it on Christmas Day.

The Four Horsemen performed in London, England, and sure enough, as the rumors said, they were bound to make a big deal out of it.

Tony knew it wasn't rumors.

The facts of the past are there, and Jarvis has also done data analysis. The possibility of the Four Knights stealing through magic is very high.

"90.00% nine, sir." Smart Butler said.

Tony asked, "What about the remaining one percent?"

"The show is cancelled."

It now appears that the [-] percent possibility clearly did not materialize.

Benben came in with a package and saw that Tony was watching TV, Xiaotuanzi was huddled in his arms, his head was biting, his eyelids were heavy, he seemed to be sleepy from playing, and he didn’t pass, so he silently put the package on the aside.

"But sir, you don't intend to stop it," Jarvis said.

"Isn't there someone in England?" Tony asked, "Why don't you say it if you've found another probability."

"There is no guarantee that they will do good every time." Jarvis had his own judgment, "robbing a bank is a crime."

"Then refer to my last sentence." Tony said, "There are people in England."

While they were talking, Daisy had fallen asleep in her father's warm arms.

The soft little body is heaving and falling, and the left hand is still tightly covering the wrist of the right hand. In the dream, I also want to protect the watch painted by my father.

"But why just take a West African exhibit?"

"It probably has something to do with the origin of the exhibits."

"I didn't know any of the Four Horsemen came from Benin."

"No." Jarvis gave a holographic picture of the exhibits, ordinary metal tools with rust on the surface, of course, as a relic from the seventh century, they are still well preserved, and have great historical research significance.

However, the smart housekeeper knocked on the screen and knocked off a layer of rust from the tool: "This thing is vibrating gold. Its real hometown is Wakanda."

Tony wrapped his daughter in a blanket and hugged her, planning to put her in the room to sleep. After hearing this, she paused and looked at the picture more seriously: "The price of vibrating gold is sky-high. No wonder you stole this."

"King T'Challa is not an ordinary rich man, he knows this news and will definitely pursue it." Jarvis said.

"Check it out."

After Daisy fell asleep, the old father finally didn't waste his time.

Idle time is the luxury of rich people, after all, sitting there without moving, you don’t know how much profit you will lose every second.

Tony doesn't care about earnings, he cares about new armor.

Xiaotuanzi's hobby is painting, and her father's hobby is creation. One can change the home, and the other can change the world. Both are good.

"Nano is the future." Tony opened a half-finished design drawing in front of the computer. There were some bottlenecks before, and it was Christmas, so it was temporarily put on hold, and now he is still frowning. There are more changes."

"Such as weapon diversification, sir."

"you are right."

Daisy slept for two hours as soon as she took a nap. When she woke up, it was time for afternoon tea and snacks. She rolled softly in the bed, like glutinous rice that had been kneaded successfully. .

The robotic arm has been eager to move ever since it discovered that it can hold a child. At this moment, there is no nanny or father. It tried very successfully and was careful all the way. It put Daisy on the ground like a flammable and explosive product.

Xiaotuanzi stood up, picked up the diaper, felt hungry, and asked his father for a snack.

She was not wearing her little vest, and Benben took the clothes and chased after her like an old lady.

After chasing them out, they found that Daisy was knocking on the elevator door, so they pressed the elevator softly for the little one, and they went to the underground nursery cabin together.

As soon as the door opened, Xiaotuanzi saw his father sitting in a chair meditating, and ran over happily.

When she just woke up, her body smelled of milk, as if the milk sugar had been catalyzed in her sleep, and it melted into a baby. When she climbed onto her legs, her arms and legs were soft. Holding the meat while wearing clothes.

The old father temporarily put down his work and went to the refrigerator to get a basket of strawberries.

Before that, give Daisy a little water.

"Take three." Tony pushed the basket in front of Daisy, didn't take it, and let the little one take it by himself.

The one-and-a-half-year-old baby is very smart, and he really reached out and took three big and red ones.

She was really smart—before Dad took the basket away, she stuffed a strawberry into her mouth, and hurried to get two more strawberries from the basket with her free hand.

As soon as she looked up and got the prop [the old father's gaze], she was in a daze, just as people thought she was gradually realizing her mistakes, but she saw that pouty face moving quickly, chewing and swallowing a strawberry in a blink of an eye, Dai Qian looked at Tony, without making a sound, silently stuffed another one into her mouth.

Tony looked at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

Tuanzi immediately harvested the props [Old Father's Snatch], and was taken back with two strawberries, and became dejected for a while.

It was rare for her to ignore her father. When she saw the ugly watch in her hand, she must love and hate it. She ate strawberries and followed Benben upstairs to play.

The chairman let his daughter go upstairs and continued to work at his desk. His fingers were flying on the keyboard, and he felt that it had been a long time. When he looked up, it was only half an hour.

Daisy woke up and was not around, always feeling like she was going to make trouble.

The old father perfected several nano-weapons he had already designed for Jarvis, got up and stretched himself, and took the elevator upstairs to see what his daughter was doing.

To say that Daisy is mischievous is actually wronging the child.

When Tony came out of the elevator door, Baby Daisy was obviously sitting quietly and playing under the sofa by himself, with his back to this head, his arms moved, as if he was holding something to paint.

Tony went to the kitchen and took a few sips of water, and came out with a cup to see that Daisy was still drawing.

He still walked over, relying on his height advantage, before he got closer, he saw the small hand holding a box, and the other hand holding a pen, drawing three-dimensional continuous lines.

I didn't think much of it at first, but then I realized that it seemed to be a courier box that hadn't been opened yet.

The aftermath of Christmas has not passed, and it is not uncommon for the package to arrive late. Looking at the packaging, it does not look like a gift.

Tony squatted down, took the box from his daughter, and held it heavy.

There is no courier note on it, and the packaging is crude, and it is sealed several times with transparent tape, which is very tight.

He unwrapped the package.

When the box was opened and the contents were exposed to his eyes, he was stunned at first, but soon his eyebrows were wrinkled, his expression was ugly.

It was a whole piece of metal removed from the tool.

Smooth, hard, harder than any metal in the world.

It's vibranium lost to the British Museum.