Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

You have to admit, it's a hell of a lot of fun once the family has a super cute Mr. Stark.

"My best friend Thor—"

Ah Shuang is sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding her chin and holding a small notebook, earnestly recording the names of hardcore reserve soldiers who are still fighting in different worlds, such as Hawkeye, Spiderman, Hulk, Superman, etc. .

After sharing the information about the resurrection and the integration of the world, the originally slightly depressing atmosphere at home was almost visible to the naked eye, and it changed from dull to relaxed.

It seemed as if the black clouds that had been covering the sky had been forcefully pushed away, and even without a chance of rain, the extremely bright and warm sky poured in.

Although this still sounds very unbelievable.

But whether it is the soul whose condition is becoming more and more stable, or Tony who is still intact after his heart is injured, people have to admit it.

Such miraculous good luck has actually come to the superheroes from different worlds who have almost never been favored by fate.

For this point of view, the little fans who have always been silent and obediently expressed their strong disapproval.

She pursed her lips slightly, her expression was extremely serious, and her brows were slightly frowned. She held the big carrot very seriously, and firmly retorted: "I have never been abandoned by fate, good luck has always belonged to you."

As she spoke, she accidentally saw Mr. Mustache looking at her with very soft amber eyes. She was a little embarrassed for a moment, but she still scratched her face and added firmly.

"Every kind and steadfast soul deserves the best. Maybe it's because I want to resurrect you that I can meet Xiaoben. Otherwise, how could I just get it?"

The little fan is very clear about her position. She is just an ordinary little salted fish girl from a flower planter, and maybe she should add the special title of "Iron Man Iron Fan, and she is a real fan of stars".

But other than that, she didn't feel any different about herself.

If I have to say something different, it is probably super lucky to raise a whole house of Chaoying Ba, and even catch up with Iron Papa... But the special thing about this matter lies in the Chaoying themselves!

So it is true that Chaoying are the people favored by fate.

The little girl made a well-founded analysis, and said that she would not accept any refutation of the fierce fan comments.

And who can be ruthless to refute the words of the little landlord?Iron Man said he was reluctant.

Reminiscing fondly of Tie Papa's super cute expression of approval, Ah Shuang moved her fingers that were sore from writing the name, and turned her head slightly because her ears automatically caught a certain sound.

At some point at the top of the stairs, an extremely handsome rich man stood.

His posture was loose and casual, even though he was still cultivating his body, he couldn't stop walking out, his slightly messy black hair was hanging softly to one side, revealing his beautiful eyes under curled eyelashes.

He noticed the gaze of the little girl on the sofa looking over, and waved to her very gently, signaling her to sit down obediently first, then looked in another direction with great precision.

"Thor—"

Mr. Mustache slightly hooked his lips, revealing a narrow smile, his slightly raised voice seemed to be brushed with flowing honey, and then he called out people's name in a low voice.

Under the 1000-meter thick cosmic super filter——

The fountain pen with Iron Man's face printed on it in the little fan's hand twirled around in the sketchbook, and then "slapped" onto the soft sofa.

She was a little dazed, and after she realized it, she stretched out a hand shyly, covering her eyes that suddenly became bright, and her ears were still a little red.

No matter how many times I have made mental preparations, [I raised Mr. Stark] can still refresh the psychological endurance of young fans from time to time.

So she could only hold the same bright eyes with great restraint, and look seriously at the other side - the super innocent Thor who came out of the kitchen with a glass of drink, and was caught off guard by the two of them.

Thor: "..."

What can I say?

Facing these two pairs of identical bright eyes, Lei Shen, who already had a strong desire to survive, gave a false smile, his jaw tightened slightly, then he raised his hand, gulping down the drink in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the kitchen the same way, took out a clean new glass, filled it with a full drink, and added two small ice cubes very thoughtfully.

In the end, [I just called your name, so why did I get a full set of services? ] Mr. Stark, who was so puzzled, sent it over.

Thor: There is nothing to say, I just hate it, I hate why my father didn’t make me smarter and more handsome, of course this is not the point, the point is that I hate the little landlord because she is not mine What about fans QAQ

Hammer is super wronged! ! !

The extremely aggrieved hammer did not leave immediately after delivering the goods to the door. He put one hand in his pocket, smiled secretly, and blinked suggestively at the person with his bright blue eyes.

After receiving the hint, Tony put one hand on the cool railing, and when he took the drink with two ice cubes in it, he burst out laughing.

He glanced at the silly hammer lightly, touched his pocket, picked up a game console with his slender fingers, and tossed it lightly, Thor just caught it in his hand.

"Fixed?" Because the initial technology was too good, he smashed the game console angrily, and regretted it for a second, touched the spiritual food in his hand, patted Mr. Iron Man's strong shoulder happily, and smiled brightly at the person.

He still didn't forget to turn his head and give a super nice thumbs to the little girl who looked at her with bright eyes, and said with a guilty conscience: "Iron Man is amazing!!

Thor played games, Iron Man repaired his game console, what kind of fairy days is this, I can't do it! ! !

The little fan suddenly burst into soda bubbles with sweet laughter at the scene he saw, and fell on the sofa holding the sketchbook, hiccup hiccup laughing like a hundred ducks.

Tony noticed the movement here, and a little smile flashed in his shallow amber eyes.

He shook his head lightly, with a helpless arc hanging from the end of his beautiful eyes, and then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

He turned his head to look at the name that the little girl was recording.

Noticing his gaze, Ah Shuang hurriedly handed over the notebook, and reported in a soft voice earnestly and quickly: "Look, Nini, is it okay to write like this? Regarding the fan of Batman... my friend, he has already confirmed it." , nothing left behind...does the Avengers have anything to add?"

The word "fan reserve" was strangled in the cradle, and he chanted too much in his heart, causing the iron fan leader Shuang, who was almost overturned, his ears were slightly red, and he fell silent in a second.

Worried about saying something embarrassing again_(:з」∠)_

The caring Mr. Stark flipped through the resurrection list, his face was very calm, as if he didn't hear the little fan's slip of the tongue.

In fact, although that word was not uttered, it was easy to be supplemented by the clever gentleman in the relationship these days.

In fact, Tony didn't quite understand why the little fans thought he would be unhappy.

In fact, under such pure passion and undisguised affection, no one would be cruelly angry or unhappy.

Although Mr. Stark is wearing a steel armor, he has an unusually warm heart, and he has a sincere love for such a shining—he has to admit that he actually loves and cherishes it.

The reason why he didn't say it, emmm, is probably because his fans are too shy.

Fake fans (brothers of god brothers) and black fans (brothers of god brothers) do not count.

Opening the old and mysterious sketchbook, the small head of Iron Man on the first page is smiling at people in a swaggering manner.

Tony looked at it with a smile on his lips, and continued to flip backwards. He was surprised to find that behind every name written later, the little girl thoughtfully drew the corresponding Q version of the small head portrait.

"Why is that?" Tony asked curiously while carefully comparing the recorded resurrection list.

He originally thought that drawing a small head portrait behind the name might be a cute little hobby of the little girl, but he didn't expect the little fan to hear it, and lightly tapped the small head portrait to explain it to him solemnly.

"Nini, you know." She said with some distress, "there is no shortage of people with the same name in the world. This does not mean that only superheroes should be saved, but they are indeed the ones who have always been at the forefront of danger."

The little girl was distressed and talked about her extremely cute little sorrow: "I'm afraid that the workload of books is too much, what should I do if I admit the wrong person, I just want to take the photo to find someone..."

Mr. Stark glanced at the Q version of the photo restrainedly, and restrained himself from laughing.

For a moment of restraint, he was heartbroken by the cuteness, and restrained, he couldn't help laughing and let out a duck cry.

……

Suddenly there was a ding-ding-dong-dong doorbell outside the house.

Ah Shuang, who hadn't been visited by anyone for many days, blinked in doubt, and quickly recalled the people who might appear at this time in her mind.

Soon, she suddenly thought of something, she paused slightly with a confused expression, the little girl let out a scream, and then frantically ran towards the door.

But she was still a little late.

The courier brother said with a very powerful penetrating power: "Stark's most beloved Mark520, there is your courier! Come and get it!" It has already swirled over.

Stark · probably didn't know it himself · the most beloved Mark520 was brutally executed in public.

Ah Shuang: Playing with the ball, the beauty of Tie Papa can’t save me now QAQ

The little girl pursed her lips, hurriedly and nervously received the courier, and then walked in with a big box in her arms.

"This is a tool I bought a few days ago. It can repair the steel armor." She shyly put the big box on the table, pushed it lightly, and then felt very shameless and stretched out her palm to cover her eyes.

Tony was the only one who was teleported here by his real body, and because of this, he not only brought a smart butler with him, but he could even keep his steel armor.

It's just that the steel battle armor was too worn in the battle, not only could it not be used anymore, it was difficult to maintain its intact appearance.

As soon as Ah Shuang saw it, she couldn't help but think of the incident of Papa Tie's heart being pierced. The situation was dangerous, and the little fan secretly wiped away tears several times in distress.

Of course, this little trick can't be hidden from the omnipotent Mr. Iron Man. Goodwill and love are mutual. Therefore, when he was in better health, Tony started to repair the armor.

He is undoubtedly a super genius. Even in a very simple environment, he can manufacture steel battle armor. Although there are some equipment in the other world that are not sufficient, it is enough to repair the armor.

The repaired steel battle armor is still in good performance, and its appearance is also majestic, but many wears and tear on the body are still there. Standing alone in the room, it looks a bit like a twilight hero.

At this time, I have to mention one more thing, the reason why fans and masters are attracted to each other is that there are always some similarities between the two.

For example, they all have a hard mouth and a soft heart, and another example is that they are all Yangou_(:з」∠)_

Yangou Zhengzhu and Yangou fans hit it off immediately, and immediately bought a lot of useful materials online, vowing to restore the Iron Armor to the top of its appearance.

Since the summer vacation, most of the couriers Ah Shuang has received are from her mother, and this is the first time she has placed an order with her own account.

The little fans made the list meticulously, placed the order meticulously, and calculated the quantity meticulously, but they didn't expect to overturn the name of the delivery...

Stark's most beloved Mark520, please be more reserved! ! QQ

Tony looked at the little girl who was so ashamed that she covered her face with a funny face, her beautiful eyes couldn't help bending into a very conniving arc.

He lowered his head, stretched out his soft fingertips, gently rubbed the little girl's messy hair, and comforted: "It's okay, sweetheart, you have to know that you are indeed Stark's cutest Mark520."

As he said that, he blinked his eyes super cutely, his shallow pupils seemed to be filled with infinite starlight, and he said, "Don't you want to go see the battle armor with me?"

……

For young fans, there is probably nothing more tempting than being allowed to personally visit Iron Man to make steel armor.

Ah Shuang was still holding the hardcore Brother Benben in her arms, her eyes were already fixed on the battle armor.

When it gradually changed from wear and tear to shine again, from a hero's twilight to full of vitality, a trace of moisture quickly gathered in the eyes of the little fan.

She even forgot the passage of time, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had walked super close to the armor without knowing when.

Ah Shuang took a small step back in embarrassment. She glanced eagerly at the bright and cool armor, and then at the quiet Mr. Mustache beside her with shining eyes, and asked in a super embarrassed whisper.

"Mr. Stark, can I touch it?"

Slightly pursing his lips, the gentleman who was concentrating on looking at the battle armor in front of him, judging whether there is anything that needs to be repaired, couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

This is a very warm and soft gentleman. When he looks at you seriously, your graceful shadow will be reflected in his shallow pupils.

He put one hand on the table and looked over very seriously, his low tone was extremely soft.

"Of course," he said, "as Stark's most beloved Mark520, you can even wear it."

As soon as the words fell, there was a very crisp clicking sound.

The eye-catching golden-red battle armor, like a brilliant glow, opened suddenly, and the metallic arms shone faintly in the bright light.

It stood silently and gently, like the most powerful and gentle god in the world, opening its arms to people with great tolerance.