The Giants of Light in the Marvel Universe

Richard looked innocent.

It was very obedient until you just came here, maybe you are too fierce?

At this moment Gwen also came out of the house.Similar to Jessica, she also screamed when she saw this guy.

So Richard explained again, saying that the baby is actually a harmless Godzilla who is easy to get along with

Gwen took a closer look and felt that the little monster was a bit bigger, and instead of being vicious, it looked cute.So she approached tentatively, reached out and touched its head.The little Godzilla lay docilely on the ground with eyes closed, allowing Gwen to touch its little head at will

Jessica was immediately unhappy.

It doesn't make sense!Why can she touch my head but not me?

It's fine for the boss to treat the two of them differently, but why does he have the same virtue as the boss after bringing back a pet?

Could it be that the boss instilled some strange ideas into it?

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It didn't take long for Gwen to get acquainted with the little Godzilla.In particular, the little monster's docile and cute look with its head lowered immediately inspired the girl's natural motherhood of loving and loving the weak.

She touched the little monster's head: "It's so cute, where did you find it?"

"I picked it up in the mountains."

Richard felt that he was not lying either.The little Godzilla is in the egg, the egg is in the Hydra base, and the Hydra base is in the mountain, so he said it was picked up in the mountain and there is nothing wrong with it

"Then what does it eat?" Gwen asked.

"I can eat anything, but I'm a picky eater." Richard looked at the little Godzilla with contempt.

Look at my brother, the three-headed dragon from the universe can chew it dry, but the steak I cooked and seasoned for you is still unpalatable?

The little Godzilla was so wronged by his staring, he shrank his head and dared not make a sound.

Jessica went back to the house to touch a bag of potato chips and came back. She tore open the bag and handed a piece of potato chips to Little Godzilla: "Here, eat this, this is delicious."

Richard squinted: "Oh, it can eat this and I'll take your last name."

The little Godzilla looked at Jessica handing over the object suspiciously, stepped forward hesitantly, and sniffed it with his nose.

This is a god horse thing?Can I eat it?

Finally, it took a bite and started chewing in its mouth.After eating it, its small eyes lit up, what the hell is this delicious thing?

The little Godzilla changed his previous attitude in an instant, and rubbed against Jessica affectionately, staring at his big watery eyes, as if asking if there is any more of this thing?

Jessica was overjoyed, and while throwing another piece of potato chips to him, she looked at Richard: "Boss, you seem to have to start thinking about changing your surname. Richard Jones is also very nice, I think."

Richard's face darkened.Uncle Li, is this brat really a Godzilla?I have never seen Godzilla like to eat potato chips!

Could it be that some guy looks like Godzilla on the surface, but is actually a little squirrel who smokes, drinks and burns?

Richard said angrily: "This kind of puffed food has no nutrition, it's all junk food! Don't eat this kind of junk food in the future, let me eat more fruits and vegetables, do you hear me?"

Little Godzilla was dumbfounded.what's the situation?Is it because I made Dad unhappy by eating this?

Jessica smiled and continued to feed the potato chips: "It's okay, it's okay, look how happy it is eating? It doesn't matter if you eat it once in a while."

Now she no longer feels that this guy is out of the same nostrils with the boss, and even thinks that the little Godzilla looks more pleasing to the eye and cuter!

It's up to you if you want the boss and my last name in this life, baby!

Richard looked at the little guy expressionlessly: "Do you listen to me or her?"

The Godzilla race has shown their high intelligence more than once in the movies of all ages.This newborn little guy is also full of spirituality. Although he can't quite understand what the two people are talking about, he can roughly guess.

It should mean to ask it to stand in line, right?

Little Godzilla looked at Richard hesitantly, and then at Jessica—to be precise, the bag of potato chips in Jessica's hand.It struggled psychologically for a while, and finally seemed to have made an extremely difficult decision, and ran to Jessica to continue eating potato chips.

Just take a bite!Take another bite!daddy won't mind

Jessica was even happier, stroking its little head while feeding it: "Come and eat more, I still have several bags in the house"

Richard's face darkened. d The integrity of this product is worth a pack of potato chips. The labor and management just worked so hard to kill insects and monsters for you. It’s not as good as this pack of potato chips.

The slander belongs to the slander, but what should be done remains the same.Milk baby may be like this, no matter how bad the child is, it is still your baby, you still have to feed him and live in him.

Besides, in general, the baby is quite obedient, but he is not very sensible and loves to embarrass his father

Richard fenced off a plot in the backyard, enclosed it with an iron fence, and placed dense shrubs and trees inside.He spent a lot of money on these arrangements, just to try his best to restore the wild jungle environment for the little Godzilla to live in.

The iron fence is actually more of a decoration.The little Godzilla who was just a few hours old may not be able to get rid of this layer of fence, but when he grows up a bit, this layer of fence is just a decoration for him, and he can split this obstacle in two with just a flick of his tail .

Fortunately, the two tenants, Jessica and Gwen, are not ordinary people. They are superpowers themselves, and they have a strong ability to accept strange things.After a few days, they got used to having such a new member in the family, and got along with little Godzilla quite happily.

A week later, marinated eggs appeared at their doorstep again.

The clear doorbell echoed throughout the villa. Richard went to answer the door, and he couldn't help chuckling when he saw the marinated egg standing at the door: "Oh, Mr. Director, you are too polite to come here every time. I know you I'm usually very busy, so you can talk directly on the phone if you need anything."

On the bald head of the stewed egg, there seems to be a unique "well" character in comics. d I don’t know which brat used to refuse to call or answer the phone after making several appointments. Do you think I like to ring the doorbell in person every time?

Richard led the marinated egg into the house, and the marinated egg said as he walked, "I'll make a long story short, I'm looking for you this time because of some urgent situation"

"Every time you came to me, it was an 'emergency'." Richard shrugged, "Just tell me, who are you going to do this time?"

Fury gave him a blank look, as if he despised him for thinking about fighting and killing all day long.