[Zhongyingmei] I'm the villain boss, okay?

After finally dismissing the annoying white-haired man, Stark took a deep breath, walked back to the room tiredly, and threw himself on the soft and comfortable ergonomic bed.

Pinching his temples irritably, he suddenly remembered something, and with a wave of his hand, he called up the real-time monitoring of the guest bedroom.

The ceiling light in the room has been turned off, and the room is dark, only the outlines of the furniture can be vaguely seen.Everything is quiet, only the breeze sneaks into the gap mischievously, and gently moves the soft curtains. For a while, even the sound of breathing is drowned in the boundless silence.

Stark looked at the big bed in the middle of the room, and saw a small round bulge.The quilt was tightly covered, only a small head was exposed obediently, the little hands and feet were all huddled under the quilt, and the thick and smooth black hair was scattered loosely on the pillow.

After a while, probably due to the heat of sleep, a fleshy little hand slowly got out of the corner of the quilt, and lay softly on the side of the bed, with five little fingers slightly stretched out, and then slowly closed together, holding It became a small meat ball.For a moment, Stark couldn't tell whether the little lump was the child's hand or the softest piece of flesh in his heart.

All in all, the child slept soundly.

Stark watched Sophia's ups and downs in silence for a few minutes, and finally turned off the screen, closed his eyes and relaxed his brows, leaning back against the head of the bed.

Stark's thoughts are a little confused at the moment, and he can't sort out his thoughts for a long time, which is very unusual for him.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered an old event from a long, long time ago that even he thought he had forgotten long ago.

When Stark was young, his parents were very busy.Although the care of oneself will never be perfunctory, but it is rare to have a chance to chat happily after dinner like a normal family.

And his situation is a bit special - he entered the Massachusetts Institute of Technology at the age of 15, and he was surrounded by classmates who were much older than himself. Although he always refused to admit it, sometimes... he still felt a little lonely .

It was in his first year of college, and he finally made a friend in the same major, probably named...Tim.He happily invited Tim to be a guest at his home, Tim agreed, and happily agreed on a time.The parents were also very happy. My mother was eager to cook a delicious meal for them, and my father silently brought in the latest game console, and said with a smile that he would learn from them.

Stark was happy, perhaps the happiest of his college career.

But then... what happened?

Stark took a deep breath, straightened the backrest, propped himself up to wash, and didn't want to recall the embarrassing and embarrassing scene anymore.

But when the dense water droplets evenly fell from the shower onto Stark's back, it seemed that something like the water droplets was quietly changing.

Perhaps, in the world of "adults", there are indeed many accidents that cannot be avoided, let alone explained to children.

And those accidents were really accidents, not some damned perfunctory excuses.

Even when Stark became an adult, he already understood this truth and understood the difficulties of his parents.But those inexplicable knots and barriers are always naive and refuse to dissipate, even he himself finds it hard to understand.

But today, as the role of "parent", he faced such a temporary accident for the first time, and experienced the initial annoyance, fear, anxiety, the momentary scalp numbness when he saw the child, and the difficulty of speaking when facing the child. In other words, some things are like wind chimes in summer, with a sound of "ding", they melt into the soft and fine breeze, and no trace can be found.

A night without dreams.

The next day, when the sunlight woke up the drowsy Stark through the curtains, Sophia was still sleeping peacefully in her little bed.

Stark got dressed and asked Monday to notify his assistant to cancel all the schedules for the day, and then he pressed and held the power button to turn off the mobile phone that was buzzing with messages like a bomb, and nestled leisurely on the big sofa in the living room Enjoying a warm sunbath.

"Oh, by the way." He opened his eyes, "Monday, what was the name of the playground that Sophia mentioned last time?"

"Oh! Sir and Miss, are you going to play at the playground?" Zhou Yi's gentle voice was pleasant to hear, "The playground Miss Sophia mentioned is the well-known Disneyland under the Walt Disney Company, which is very suitable for parents and children to play together! "

"Where?" Stark didn't understand these things.

"As of now, there are 11 Disneylands in the world. Unfortunately, New York is not one of them. Excuse me, sir, do you need me to elaborate on the advantages and disadvantages of these 11 Disneylands?"

"Nothing in New York..." Stark had a headache, thought for a moment, then broke the jar, sneered, and crossed his legs.

"Tell the assistant to cancel my itinerary tomorrow, as well as Miss Sophia's class. You can arrange the most suitable itinerary for me in today and tomorrow. Oh, by the way, do you need to book out? Can you make it in time?"

"Sir, if you book the venue, you will lose the fun of Disneyland~" Monday said with a smile, "I will arrange your itinerary on Monday, Miss Sophia is already awake, butler Jarvis is not here, do you need to order breakfast for you? "

"Okay, forget it, if necessary, I will order it on my mobile phone later, you can help me arrange the itinerary, and I will go see the child."

"Ok."

The gentle female voice disappeared in an instant, Stark bounced up from the sofa with difficulty, and strode to Sophia's door.

"Sophia?" He knocked on the door, "Are you up?"

"Huh!" There was a crackling sound, and I don't know what was going on inside.

Stark paused, did not open the door, and only ordered a few words outside to come and eat quickly, and then returned to the spacious living room.

"...Oh yes, breakfast." Stark slapped his head, remembering that there was such a thing.

He stood there hesitating for a moment, then dialed Steve's phone on the dilapidated landline at home.

"Captain," Stark said, "do you know how to make a nutritious breakfast that children can eat?"

There was a long silence on the phone.

"I don't know." Steve's serious voice came over, "Is Mr. Jarvis not here? Why do you ask me?"

"He went to work." Stark leaned against the corner of the table, "I thought you were all cooking for yourself at that time, so you should know something."

"I do cook some simple meals, but as for the child's food...is it for Sophia? It should need special treatment, I don't know."

"Okay." Stark pouted.

"Why didn't you call Mr. Jarvis directly?" Steve wondered. "He should be very clear."

"I told you he's busy!"

Stark was a little impatient, replied a few words sullenly, and hung up the phone.

Who else can know?

Stark was helpless.

"Forget it, why don't you just call Jarvis!"

Stark picked up the phone abruptly...and put it down deflatedly.

Jarvis was very worried before leaving home, and repeatedly urged Stark to come back from the reception earlier to take care of Sophia.Everything should have been fine, but...

Damn Eric!And that red hair!Stark thought bitterly.

Jarvis was dealing with some things after the auction and presumably knew something of what was going on here.Stark didn't know what was wrong with him, he just didn't want to call him to ask about breakfast, as if he would lose to him if he asked.

childish.

Cursing himself in his heart, Stark still searched for recipes online without complaint.

"Children's nutritional breakfast must pay attention to balanced nutrition to meet children's needs for protein and calcium. At the same time, it should be complete in color, fragrance and taste to attract children to fall in love with eating breakfast and develop good living habits... "

Stark frowned while watching seriously.

so troublesome?

never mind!He sighed, opened the refrigerator, and started to make the most familiar-looking "children's vegetable omelette" according to the recipe.

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Stark: Raising children is a hassle, but I like it (laughing)