Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The morning sunlight shone into the bedroom and fell on the youth and boy who were sleeping together, coating the little angel's light golden eyelashes and delicate face with a layer of gold.

A fluffy little milk dog, wearing a large adult T-shirt, nestled under the quilt, the milky golden soft fur was rubbed into a mess, the baby was fat and deformed, after being forcibly dragged out of the quilt, blue eyes would appear become foggy...

The little guy was lying in the young man's arms, hugging his arm in a sleepy and soft way, and coquettishly said in a soft and soft voice: "Brother Dick, Maomao still wants to sleep for a while, please!"

Dick wrote in blood alone, please ask Damian and Jason to learn it, this is the correct way to open the younger brother!

Officer Grayson sighed, and found that Tengu was shaking his hand in front of him in doubt: "Dick?"

...Alright, my brother's fantasies are over here.

Dick glanced at the little tengu flying over with the medicine box staggeringly, looked at its immature wings stretched out from the butterfly bone, and made a floor for himself with great pain.

There is no way, the wings of the little tengu are still too immature, they are in the growth period, they have not yet molted, they are fluffy and soft, and it is difficult to fly, and they cannot be pressed and folded for a long time. Tall adult men, the two of them couldn't squeeze into the same bed, what if they were crushed by the little wings that Mao Mao had placed high hopes on? (Note: This little wing is not that little wing.)

Little Tengu looked at the only bed in the bedroom, and then at Dick who offered to give up the bed, blinked his eyes slowly as if in disbelief, and was stunned with a serious expression.

And Dick stood on the floor, dragged down the crooked little milk dog flying in mid-air and pressed it to the side of the bed, took off his clogs and put it aside in a very brotherly manner, and took off his white cotton socks, revealing Children's white and tender jio.

Then he faced the little tengu's hanging wings and the snow-white kimono, and fell into a deep silence again.

What kind of construction is this?Why is there such a small gap in the butterfly bone, and such a large wing can stick out?

Dick hesitated for a while, and could only give up this parent-child interaction that ranked third in the e-book "How to Live in Harmony with Your Son"-by the way, the second in the book is the father and son interacting with each other by hand. Made love breakfast and birthday cake, and first was a sweet goodnight kiss.

This is not to say that Dick wants to raise a little tengu as his son, but when he searched online, how do 27-year-olds get along with children who are 20-[-] years old (biological age) or [-]-[-] years old (psychological age)? It's all about father and son, and the second child is no less than [-] years old.

Dick: "..." No, I'm still young.

Little Tengu looked suspiciously at Dick, who was immersed in the age difference, and took off his safari sensibly. Under the safari, he was still wearing snow-white regular clothes, which were light and soft, and could be used as pajamas, so he didn't go to get the shirt that Dick had prepared. , but jumped down to help Dick take off his shoes.

"Your arm hurts, it's best not to use force."

The little tengu had a serious face and a baby voice, and his white and tender hands easily pushed back Dick who was trying to reject him under the quilt, preventing him from moving his arm: "I'll help you bandage first, and I'm not a human baby." Baby, you don't need much sleep, you can sleep on the bed."

It imitated Dick's way of comforting himself, stroking his hair earnestly, and trying to reach his back, patted his strong muscles: "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt."

Then he opened the medicine box, carefully put the gauze and the medicine in front of his nose and sniffed it, identifying the ingredients and functions of the medicine one by one, and struggling to distinguish the various medicines.

"Tengu's cubs are also cubs. Babies can't sleep on the ground, it's not good for your wings to develop."

Dick had already taken off his uniform when he was fiddling with the medicine box, revealing his smooth chest and abdomen muscles. His physical skills are good, but they are not pure strength, so the muscles are not too exaggerated, but present a kind of Very beautiful and pleasing to the eye and streamlined, the lines from the collarbone to the shoulders are especially sharp, and the body is covered with large and small scars.

This gentle big blue bird took the initiative to stretch out its arm, and let the little guy clumsily use tweezers to clean his wound with gauze, apply medicine to bandage it, and finally tied a beautiful bow before continuing: "Plainly speaking, This is called brotherhood, which is different from the Neptune brothers, it’s just the brother’s humility and love for the cub, can you understand?”

"I can understand that, just like Ootengu-sama, he is powerful, but he is still willing to take care of the weaker clan."

Little Tengu nodded half-understood, and gave an inappropriate example, then it closed the medicine box with a click, knelt down on the edge of the bed to help Dick take off his socks, and said thoughtfully: Raise your leg."

Dick raised his leg expressionlessly: "..."

Well, Dick, don't get discouraged, at least in a sense, this is the third parent-child interaction completed, although the role of the role may not be quite right.

While raising his arms and legs obediently, he comforted himself and raised the flag high: There is still a loving breakfast and a goodnight kiss to make up for it, it doesn't matter, the problem is not big.

Little Tengu stood on jiojio, helped Dick change into his pajamas amidst the complicated mental activities, and then naturally tweeted Dick's forehead: "Good night."

Once again being preempted from the father's opportunity in the parent-child behavior, Dick wiped his face with difficulty, and even felt that the little dog looked at him with love in his eyes: "..."

He smiled helplessly and said, "Good night."

After seven hours.

Dick sat at the kitchen table neatly dressed in a suit and leather shoes, while biting a milk straw, while a piece of fried egg was cut by the little tengu and sent to his mouth. He looked at the healed itchy wound on his arm, and started Suspected that he was not scratched, but directly broke his hand... But he never received this kind of care when he broke both hands!

At 06:30 early in the morning, Dick opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the curtains had been pulled halfway open, allowing the warm sunlight to shine on the quilt, but it did not disturb his sleep, and the little tengu was already fully dressed. Adjusting the straps on the tassel crown, it looks very... dignified.

Thinking about it, the little tengu takes the big tengu as its goal in life, strictly demands itself, and often puts on a very serious face, and its character is as reliable as a small adult. Although it was a little frightened after killing the criminal for the first time, how could it be possible to rely on it? The bed, it's almost the same as Bruce.

Sure enough, after discovering that Dick was awake, the little guy ran over, helped him sit up, fed him two sips of water to moisten his throat, and then sent him to wash up—the toothbrush with toothpaste and the water glass were all ready , I just had to help take off my pants with my own hands, but the little tengu was busy frying eggs and handling noodles, so he didn't have time to help.

After he finished washing, the fried eggs and pasta with tomato sauce were placed on the dining table with a transparent insulation cover, and the milk in the microwave was warmed up. at the dinner table.

……In the end what happened?Is there something wrong with this role positioning?I am the elder brother? !

"Aside from milk, there are only tomatoes, eggs, and a little pasta in the refrigerator. I don't know too many words yet, so I asked Mr. Voice Assistant to help me read the recipe making process."

After feeding the fried eggs, the little dog stretched out his fork to the pasta, and said seriously: "Don't always eat cereal, you are already very thin, and you don't need to lose weight. I asked Mr. Voice Assistant, and he said that you should eat more oatmeal. Eat broccoli and meat."

Dick thought about it for a second, couldn't help but took out the phone in doubt, and flipped through the usage records: "Voice assistant? My communicator is a fake version made by Lucius. Does it even have a voice assistant? Why don't I remember this function? .”

This is displayed on the electronic screen:

6:44 AM, Alfred called X3, but he didn't connect, hung up, got connected—the call lasted five minutes and six seconds.

Dick: "..." Damn it.

Little Tengu tilted his head, and replied with a serious expression: "Yes, after I barked twice, I saw Mr. Voice Assistant send a call, but it was a pity that I failed twice before getting through. I told him that your arm I was injured, and I asked him if he would make breakfast, he said yes, and then he taught me."

Dick: "..."

He said with difficulty: "Maomao, how much do you know about human household appliances and communicators, as well as text?"

"I can speak Japanese, and I only know a little bit of English and Chinese, and I rely on the instinct of the ghost to communicate with you."

Little Tengu said embarrassingly: "Others of the same kind have lived for a long time and know a lot of languages ​​and characters, but I am still young and can only communicate with you by relying on the fetters of friendship. I will use most of the electrical appliances, because in the future Taking care of the owner, I started to learn very early, I don’t know much about the communicator, this part has not been taught in the course, but Ootengu-sama once mentioned voice assistants and artificial intelligence.”

Dick: "..." It's over, the fact that I have an illegitimate child will probably have to reach Bruce's ears by now.

——Wayne Manor——

"Master Bruce, Wayne Manor may soon welcome a new little master, but the painting style is a little different."

Alfred said euphemistically: "Your reminder to Young Master Dick about contraceptive measures seems to be in place, and as a father, you failed to set a correct example for Young Master Dick in terms of life."

Mr. Butler recalled the childish voice on the other side of the communicator, and said sadly: "Letting three or four-year-old children prepare breakfast is not in line with the way of education of the Wayne family! Young Master Damian did not." so……"

Damian, who was four years old for mountain climbing training, drank the milk in his father's cup in one gulp, and said coldly: "I was able to camp by myself when I was four years old, but I am different from Grayson's cub. I have the most perfect baby in the world." His blood and training come from the League of Assassins, and Batman!"

Jason snatched the cup over: "The most perfect blood is not only 1.3 meters eight at the age of ten, little boy."

"TT."

Damian gritted his teeth, and replied in a less friendly way: "This is a matter of age, Todd, don't question your father's great blood, and don't speak rudely!"

He raised his chin, and said in a very cold and arrogant way: "I want to see how powerful Grayson's cub can be!"

Bruce looked away with a headache.