[Comprehensive] Please call me Rain God

Olivia was too scared to get out of Steve's arms, and buried her head in his arms without raising her head. The little girl didn't say a word even when Tony talked to her, and she was quite resistant to this place.

It seemed quite difficult to keep her here.

Olivia was lying in Steve's arms and fiddling with the buttons on his shoulders, her emerald eyes didn't look anywhere, she only looked at Steve alone, her little hands were tightly around his neck, motionless.

"Olly, I can't hold you anymore."

Steve shook her lightly, and the little girl just lay on his shoulders without lifting her head, her fleshy body clinging to him, "No."

She has a baby voice.

Charles kept looking at the little girl, and wanted to reach out and hug her like Steve did, but it seemed...

Not too possible.

Olivia was quite resistant to them.

"You are too heavy." He leaned over and touched her cheek with his lips, "I can't hold you anymore."

After he finished speaking, Olivia looked at him with red eyes and pursed lips, as if she knew something. The little guy looked at him like this, and Steve couldn't continue speaking.

Olivia twisted her body and broke away from his arms, found a small corner of the room and squatted there, buried her head in her knees, like a wounded little animal.

She looked the same as when she first came here, huddled in the corner without saying a word, quite resistant to them, Steve sighed, walked over and knelt down, and reached out to touch her.

No need to guess that she was crying.

It was raining lightly outside.

"Olly, Lily?" Steve patted her lightly, "Why are you crying? I didn't mention you."

"You should... pass me." She said such a sentence suddenly, which surprised Steve, "You said..."

The little guy is much more sensitive than he imagined. She has understood so much since she was just over two years old. She may have felt that they wanted to keep her.

"Why are you crying?" He hugged her, let her sit on his lap, and stretched out his hand, "What did I promise you?"

"Drop me..."

She looked at him helplessly, tears gushed out of her eye sockets, Olivia didn't cry, but just kept her mouth shut and let the tears flow down, her small body trembling.

Crying like this, Steve was even more reluctant. He picked her up, leaned over and kissed her, and coaxed her, "Will you eat the biscuits I brought?"

She shook her head, just lay still on his shoulder, sobbing softly a few times.

"Professor, the river outside is flooded."

Charles looked towards Steve, and the corners of Steve's mouth twitched slightly. He knew that if the child continued to cry, the water would gush out.

"Oli is not allowed to cry." He took a piece of paper and wiped her tears, "It doesn't look good when your eyes are swollen."

"Don't go..."

"I'm not leaving." Steve patted her on the back, "May I take you to wash your face?"

"Father..." She choked up her baby's voice, "Don't go."

"Daddy's not leaving, he's not leaving." He quickly comforted him a few times, greeted Charles and went straight to the bathroom.

Charles looked at the little guy lying on Steve's shoulder, and felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart. When she called Steve's father just now, the little baby's voice was very cute.

However, the kid probably wouldn't choose to call him daddy.

To her, he was a stranger who was about to take her away.

He sighed, suddenly not knowing what to do.

Olivia's face was washed clean by him, her eyebrows and eyes were still red, but this time she at least got out of Steve's arms, took his big hand and walked in.

Seeing her crying so pitifully, Tony couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He leaned over and flicked her forehead lightly. Seeing her frown in aggrieved way, he revealed the toffee in his palm.

Olivia was well aware of Tony's urinating nature, so she didn't reach for the toffee, but instead arched into his arms and kissed him on the face.

She also called him by name in a childish voice.

Everyone likes to hear her little milk voice, and sure enough, the man unscrewed the candy wrapper himself with a smile on his face, and fed her the milk candy inside.

"I've told you several times, don't give her such small pieces of candy."

When Steve saw it, he frowned, walked over and squatted down expressionlessly, and stretched out his fingers to pick out the candy from the little girl's mouth.

This extremely skilled movement...

Charles' mouth twitched slightly.

Tears welled up in Olivia's mouth and eyes again, and there was a possibility that they might fall at any time.

In response to Olivia, there was a moderate thunder in the sky outside.

This thunder was obviously warning him that a heavy rain was coming.

He searched quickly, took out a toothpick from his pocket, broke off the tip, stuck it in the toffee, and stuffed it into her mouth before she cried.

Olivia sobbed a few times, holding the toothpick in her small hand, walked towards him, took the toffee out of her mouth, and moved closer to him.

Steve thought that Olivia was going to feed him, and was about to refuse, when he saw the little girl quickly hugging his arm, biting his wrist hard, leaving a tooth mark, Turning around, she ran into Tony's arms to eat candy.

Steve: ...

Tony: Serve it right!

Olivia was already in a bad mood, so she finally gave you a piece of candy, and you even picked it out. It’s already a shame for Steve not to bite you a few bites.

And these two guys seem to want to leave her behind.

Olivia was even more angry.

From now until she takes her nap, Olivia is gone from Steve.

"It deserves it."

Tony hugged the little guy in his arms sarcastically, and squeezed her limp little hand, "Does Ollie eat blueberries?"

"Second-rate."

She stretched out her chubby hand to dig into the pouch that Tony handed over, and handed one to Tony's mouth first, then turned around and ate it by herself, completely ignoring the bitter old father facing him.

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"Can I have one?"

Seeing that her mood had stabilized a lot, Charles spoke to Olivia. The little girl turned around and blinked at him. She hid in Tony's arms in fear. Under Tony's urging, she walked over cautiously. , in his palm.

The man's big hand was too hot, Olivia quickly withdrew her hand from the heat, quickly ran into Tony's arms, and sized him up quietly.

"Thank you."

The man ate it with a smile, his sea blue eyes were too gentle.

Olivia gradually seemed to be less hostile towards this man.

His eyes were somewhat similar to Steve's, and the most similar was the tenderness overflowing from them, which made her want to get closer.

But she was still afraid of life.

"Sleepy?" Tony patted her little butt, the little girl buried her head in his chest, her little meaty legs seemed to be forgotten, she leaned against his arms as if she had no bones, her eyes were half closed and she was almost falling asleep .

The little guy was still holding the toothpick in her hand, and there was still a little bit of sugar left on it. Tony carefully pulled the toothpick out of her hand, but this action still woke her up.

Olivia rubbed her eyes, looked at Tony in confusion, muttered about looking for her father, then staggered towards Steve, hugged his legs and rubbed against him, and was about to sit on the ground.

He quickly picked her up, took the warmed milk bottle aside, and stuffed it into her mouth. Olivia squinted her eyes and held the milk bottle in her small hands, gurgling and drinking. At this time, she was already extremely sleepy.

Seeing her like this, Steve carefully placed the little girl in Charles' arms.

He had never held such a big child before.

The fluffy ball nestled in his arms, as if it was light and weightless, holding the milk bottle in his soft and small hand, gurgling and drinking, the pink and tender mouth was still stained with milk, he took a piece of paper and gave it to him. She rubbed it, but what she got in return was the little girl's dissatisfied moan.

These humming sounds are milky.

But I can't make Charles cute.

The girl in his arms was his child.

Regardless of her origins, Charles' initial resistance evaporated the moment he saw the limp little girl.

Steve and Tony were relieved that he liked her so much, but then they became tense. Charles liked her, but it didn't mean Olivia liked her.

Her initial reactions made it clear that she didn't want to be here.

This is indeed the case.

Compared to here, Olivia still likes playing with building blocks on the cooling pad of the building, squinting her eyes in the sun with her arms around Toto, or sneaking into Tony's laboratory to make trouble, and was finally kicked out by him.

She also quite liked Steve's apartment.

It is more warm and homely than the mansion.

But she didn't know, she might have to stay.

Olivia drank all the milk, squinted her eyes and rubbed against Charles' arms, whimpering, and felt something was wrong after a few rubs.

Steve's body smelled like saponin, and Tony's also had a faint cologne smell. Although this man also smelled of cologne, it was different from Tony's.

And not soft.

She struggled a few times to open her eyes, and what she saw was someone she was not familiar with, and then she blushed and cried loudly.

Charles had no experience at all, and he hurried to coax, but it was of no use at all.

'The river has come ashore! ! ! '

Cyclops outside holding an umbrella screamed heart-piercingly.

The rest of the people hurriedly put the sandbags away, for fear that the water would flood Jinshan in a while.

Steve came over and picked Olivia up, patted her and hummed a lullaby, and soon Olivia stopped crying and fell asleep in his arms.

"Do you still want to hug?"

"No, no, no."

Charles quickly waved his hands, for fear that the little guy would wake up again in his arms, and if he continued to cry, what if the river washed away his manor again? ? ?

"I prepared a guest room for you before, so live there directly."

He turned the wheelchair and walked in front, "This place is far from the dormitory, and it's usually very peaceful."

"Thank you."

Steve spoke softly, and Olivia moved in his arms, humming a few times, holding on to his clothes with her small hands, and he tugged at her, but Olivia tugged even tighter.

"Really." He sighed, "The bigger it is, the harder it is to take care of."

Charles didn't stay for long, he only went to the bed and squeezed the little girl's soft hands, then touched her little face before leaving.

Tony has something to go back to deal with, and he can't come until tomorrow. Originally, he didn't have to come here. If it wasn't for the fear that Olivia would look for him, he would have gone back a long time ago.

Steve washed a towel with hot water, wiped the little guy's face and hands and feet, changed her clothes, washed himself and lay down next to Olivia.

With his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling, suddenly not knowing what to do.

He didn't want to give the child back.

And Olivia doesn't seem to want to take it here, she ran out to find the plane they came from before, and even crouched in the corner and couldn't come out, talking to Steve non-stop.

No matter how many times he took her back, Olivia would run out and grab the plane and say goodbye to Steve.

She really doesn't want to be here anymore.

After fully waking up, Olivia was still in a daze, a little bit of recognition and a little bit of bed, huddled in Steve's arms and didn't relax at all.

After a long time, she managed to remember where she was, and she seemed not so scared when she saw these kind adults.

But to these strangers, Olivia still tried to avoid them as much as possible, especially the guy who asked her for blueberries, he always looked at her, and Olivia's heart was flustered.

She pouted and looked at Charles rather dissatisfied.

"Don't look! Don't look!"

She covered her face to prevent Charles from looking at her, but the little appearance of squatting down with her face covered was very interesting, and Charles burst out laughing.

Why is his daughter so cute?

Think you can't see it, and others can't see it?

And why peek at him through your own fingers?

Why is she so cute.

Another old dad has been swooned over by Olivia's 'obsession'.

She saw through her fingers that he was still looking at her, puffed her cheeks angrily and raised her voice.

"do not look!!!"

"Okay, I won't watch it or not."

Charles really couldn't help laughing out loud, this kid is really, how can he be so cute?

Steve pulled her up, lifted her paws very skillfully, picked her up and put her on the chair, and fed her a mouthful of food, "Okay, sit down and eat seriously."

"Oh."

She oh, then sat obediently, holding the dining table with her small hands, waiting for Steve's feeding.

I made cheese stewed rice at noon. Olivia likes it very much. The chef also specially made a stewed egg for the little girl. The stewed egg with milk has a milky smell, and the smell of the egg is not very strong, but Olivia does. I like to eat very much.

She was sweating profusely after eating.

Her brown curly hair was loose and sweaty, and she looked a little messy with a few casual strokes.

Apparently Steve also noticed this, reached out to her Shun Shun, took out a hair tie from his pocket, and simply tied it behind her neck.

Why are there so many things in his pockets.

Cyclops, who was sitting across from Steve, twitched slightly, obviously not knowing what to complain about.

From the toothpick at the beginning to the hair tie just pulled out.

I don't know if his is a normal pocket, or Doraemon's treasure bag.

"Time!" Her long arms tried to reach the plate not far from her, which contained fried shrimp, which Steve would often cook for her. "shrimp!"

"Good good."

Steve took the handkerchief aside and wiped her little hands, put a fried shrimp in her hand, and put a fast napkin under her neck.

I forgot to bring a bib when I came here.

"Jiang!" She still had crumbs hanging from the corner of her mouth, "Jiang!"

She doesn't like tomatoes, but she feels good about ketchup, and wants to put some ketchup in everything she eats.

At her request, Steve brought over a small dish of ketchup to dip her in.

Olivia concentrated on eating the fried shrimp, her short and fleshy calf dangling looked good to the touch.

When they were in the building, as long as the few of them were sitting next to Olivia, they couldn't help touching her flesh and blood.

After she ate two fried shrimps, she couldn't eat any more. Steve fed her a few mouthfuls of soup, pressed Olivia to wipe her hands and mouth clean, and then let her go on the ground.

Olivia walked around them all.

Occasionally, I would look at them curiously.

"Ollie." Charles called her softly, the little guy turned his head and blinked at him suspiciously, "Come on."

She hesitated for a moment, tilted her head to look at Steve, the man nodded, and then she slowly walked over.

The little hands clutched the hem of his clothes, a little timidly.

Charles touched her head and tentatively asked her if he could hug her.

She was used to several people hugging her in the building every day, but she was not familiar with this person, and Steve tacitly agreed that she came over again, so Olivia nodded and crawled into his arms by herself.

This soft mass was leaning against his arms, and Charles didn't dare to hug her hard, but just put his arms around her waist emptyly, and kissed her on the top of her hair.

The big hand held her small soft paws and squeezed them gently.

If this child was found earlier, he could at least participate in her growth.

He could see his daughter's dependence on Steve, even calling him 'Daddy', and Charles had to admit, he was jealous.

But when he heard Olivia call Tony 'Mom', he really couldn't help laughing out loud.

Tony gritted his teeth angrily and came over to pull the little girl's face. Olivia laughed and screamed to avoid his big hand, writhing in Charles' arms, and even slipped from his arms, shaking ran towards Steve.

He took Olivia and patted her on the back.

"Just had dinner, don't make trouble."

"Don't make trouble." Olivia imitated Steve's words, pointed at Tony, and learned word by word. "After dinner, don't make trouble."

Tony: ...

He gritted his teeth and came over to mess with her curly hair, "Little villain."

The little guy hummed a few times, and arched into Steve's arms, "Not bad!"

"Okay, Ollie, do you want some water?"

She nodded, took the suction cup and went to the window sill to look outside, tiptoeing to look outside.

It's completely different from the park here.

she likes.

"Father!" She ran over happily, "Go out! Play!"

"Okay, okay." He nodded, "Wait until I finish eating."

"Uh-huh!"

She ran back and stared at the window sill, still holding her sippy cup in her mouth, gurgling and drinking, her white and tender face rubbed against the window sill, leaving some dust on her face, Charles pushed the wheelchair away In the past, he wiped her face himself.

Steve thought about it.

"Can you let him take you out?" He pointed to Charles. "This is his home. Can you let him take you to play?"

Olivia frowned and hesitated for a moment, not very willing, she lay in Steve's arms no matter what he said Olivia didn't move, she just wanted to be with him.

"Ollie? May I take you out?" Charles reached out to her, but Olivia kept avoiding it, and even raised her hand to slap his hand hard.

"No!"

"Olly!"

If the little guy relies on him like this again, he won't go back at all.

He frowned, "You go with him first, I'll be here in a while."

"No." She flattened her mouth, "No."

"Olly."

"No!"

Steve sighed, "Then just sit and wait obediently."

Olivia immediately climbed onto the chair and sat down obediently. Tony stuffed yogurt in her hand and drank it obediently.

Steve didn't finish his meal until she had finished the yogurt.

She seemed to notice that Steve was angry.

Olivia didn't dare to make a sound, and followed behind him like a little tail, keeping some distance, her little hands twitching together nervously.

She was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

There is a little guy behind him, and he is so pitiful, how can Steve be angry.

The little guy just doesn't feel safe, and he seems to have sensed what they want to do. It seems that she can't be kept this time, and she must be familiar with this place before talking about it.

"What are you doing with me?"

He suddenly turned around and startled the little girl. Olivia looked at him timidly and took a step back. Steve squatted down and pulled the little girl over, hugging her in his arms, "Huh?"

"Father is not angry."

Olivia shrank into his arms, "I was wrong."

"You're wrong?" Steve laughed, "What's wrong with you?"

Olivia pouted and didn't know where she was wrong. She nestled in his arms and kept saying that she was wrong. She hugged Steve's neck and curled up in his arms.

"You can't be so rude." He nodded her nose. "He also kindly wanted to take you out to play. How could he be so rude and not answer."

Olivia pursed her mouth, nodded slightly, and complained softly while lying in his arms.

"I don't like it." Her voice was very soft, "I hate it."

"You can't be so rude, you know." He pushed him, "Go admit your mistake and kiss him."

"No." She pouted and looked at him, "Don't kiss, I hate it!"

"why?"

"Hate it." She pressed her lips into his arms, "I don't like it."

Steve didn't expect the child to reject Charles so much. He thought that as his biological father and daughter, they would definitely feel something. Olivia might naturally want to get close to him, but the little girl hated him so much.

"Then you can't tell him like this." He patted her little butt, "Go and say sorry."

She snorted softly and followed Steve to apologize reluctantly.

Charles watched the little girl pouting and rubbing against him, pinching his wheelchair with her little hands, unwillingly.

"sorry."

He was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, raised his hand and stroked her head, "No need to apologize, I was the one who was abrupt."

Charles asked her tentatively, "Can I hug you again?"

Olivia hid back at that time, seeing his slightly disappointed expression, she tentatively reached out to him again, although she said she was reluctant, it also crawled into his arms.

He liked this soft ball no matter how long he held it, but the little guy didn't like being held by him. She resisted sitting in his arms for a while and then struggled to get down.

When the little feet hit the ground, the little girl hurried towards Steve.

"Where are you going?"

She raised her head to ask the well-dressed Tony, turned a corner and ran towards him, threw herself on his calf and raised her head to ask him.

"I'll go back and take care of some things, and I'll be back tomorrow." He straightened his tie and pushed his sunglasses, "Going away."

"Do not……"

She hurriedly grabbed Tony's trouser legs and looked up. "Me, I'm going too!"

She really didn't want to stay here, she didn't feel safe at all.

"I'll be back tomorrow." He pressed her little head, "Can I bring you some snacks tomorrow?"

She wanted to refuse at first, but in the end, Ping Pianzui stood there without saying a word. She just pulled his pants to make him squat down, hugged his neck and kissed him.

"Goodbye."

Olivia waved her hands reluctantly, stopped grabbing his trouser legs, and rubbed against Steve, leaning against him, her whole body limp.

"Do you still want to go out to play?" Steve patted her on the shoulder, "Huh?"

"Get out!" She raised her head, "I want to play..."

"Go get your coat, I'll wear it for you." Steve pointed to the sky blue coat on the sofa, "and your shoes."

"Yeah." She ran over, took her things, stuffed the clothes into his arms, and started to put on her shoes.

She didn't distinguish between left and right, she put her left foot on her right foot, crooked, almost fell down.

Steve put her in his arms, put her little shoes back on, and put her coat on again, and she jumped down to grab Steve's hand and drag him out the door.

"Come on... hurry!" she muttered. "Go! Go!"

"Okay, okay." Steve was staggered by her, "Slow down, you slow down."

"quick!"

She tugged hard, "Hurry up!"

"I see, don't pull me so hard." He pulled the little girl back, "I'm going to cry again after I fall down."

"Are you going with us?" Steve tilted his head and asked Charles, "Yes?"

"Ah."

The air in the manor was pretty good, it was a little bit cold outside, and the temperature was just right after putting on the coat for the little girl, but she was running back and forth in the manor, and it was too hot.

He took off his coat and ran outside happily.

"Oli is still a little bit resistant now, when she gets to know you slowly, you can just keep her." Steve looked at the little girl chasing the butterfly and turned his head and said to Charles, "She is too insecure. Feeling."

"Perhaps it's better to keep her for you." Charles kept his eyes on Olivia, "She is closer to you, after all, in her heart, you are her father."

"Can……"

"She is obviously closer to you. If I force her back, it will only make the child hate me more." He sighed softly, "In her eyes, you are her closest family."

"That……"

"It's better to tell her when she's older," Charles turned to look at Steve. "However, I think you should investigate another matter."

"what?"

"What the hell is this kid..."

How the hell did it come about.

He was sure he hadn't done that kind of thing, and even after he couldn't move his legs, he didn't go out much, and the farthest he went was to the nearby supermarket.

It's impossible for something to applaud love to happen.

The origin of this little girl is still a question.

"Father!" She ran over, holding a few flowers in her fleshy hands, "Here!"

She handed it over to his big hand, "Hua Hua!"

"Give it to me?"

"Yeah!" She nodded, leaning on his lap with a smirk, fiddling with a few flowers with her little hands, she casually took a meal and put it on top of her head, pulled her face, and smirked at Steve. "Hey."

"What can I do after being so stupid." Steve sighed, took off the flower and rubbed her little head vigorously, "Really."

"Let it go, let it go!" She took another flower and placed it on top of her head, "One round, one round!"

When Olivia said that, he thought of it.

When he went to the base last time, Roddy made her a garland, but the little girl couldn't be more happy, but he couldn't do it.

"Want a wreath?"

Charles asked her softly, and saw the little girl nodded, "There are too few flowers, can you pick some?"

Olivia nodded vigorously, ran over and started picking flowers non-stop, put them on his lap, and then leaned against the wheelchair to watch him play with these flowers, making a garland easily.

"Give."

He put the wreath on top of her head and helped her fiddle with it a few times, "Okay." Then he chuckled and pinched her face, "The glass is so beautiful."

Olivia was so happy, she held her little face and let out a joyful scream, and ran in circles with her little hands open happily.

"Should you thank others?"

When Steve reminded her, Olivia was taken aback for a moment, then ran towards Charles, crawled onto his lap with special initiative, hugged his neck and kissed him hard on the face.

The fleshy and soft body leaned directly against his arms, playing with the wreath on his head happily.

One kiss felt like it wasn't enough, so she leaned over and kissed him again, even her face was covered with saliva.

These slobbery...

Charles was completely taken aback.

Because of this garland, Charles has won the favor of the little girl, and he no longer avoids him from touching his little hands and cheeks.

Occasionally, he can take the initiative to get kisses from the little girl.

It made him feel good.

Steve felt good too.

It seems that the little girl can try to stay.

"Father!" She pointed to the wreath on her head, her little face was reddish, she blinked at him, as if she wanted to hear a compliment from him, "It looks good!"

"Yes, our Oli looks the best."

"Hey." She threw herself into his arms with a silly smile, her little hands were still fiddling with the wreath on her head, "Beautiful!"

"Okay, don't be smug." Steve pinched the tip of her nose, "Go and play."

She happily ran out of his arms. The manor is well-maintained, the lawn is very suitable for children to play, and there are no stones that will trip her up.

Olivia sat down on the ground when she was tired, but the lawn was wet, and the back of her little pants was covered with water, but she was wearing a diaper and couldn't feel it at all.

She didn't even bother to get the pant legs wet, even if it was sticking to her legs, she was very sad.

"Ollie, come here, Ollie." Steve waved to her. "Are your pants wet?"

Only then did the little girl notice that she pouted and frowned and pulled at her pants, "Wet."

"Then you have to sit on the ground."

Steve frowned, tugged at her pants, and took them off without hesitation, patted her cool and wet little legs, folded the wet pants to wipe her legs, and then He took out another pair of trousers from his pocket and put them on for Olivia, and warned her not to squat down, otherwise she would not be given pudding at night.

As a professional snack foodie, Olivia certainly believed it.

She behaved a lot, she didn't dare to sit on the ground casually anymore, she walked back slowly and crawled into Steve's arms when she was really tired from running, leaned her soft little body into his arms, and pointed at Asuka let out an exclamation or two.

"That, that!"

She pointed to a particularly large tree and screamed, "Big! Big!"

Steve saw the swing with keen eyes, and Charles saw it too, and the two nodded and headed there together.

Olivia had never played this before, so she was naturally very curious. She twisted from Steve's arms a few times, jumped off and ran over to touch it lightly.

The swing swayed slightly under her touch, which startled her, she quickly withdrew her hand and made a small milky sound of doubt, and ran behind Steve again, cowardly.

"What's so scary about that?"

Steve smiled helplessly, picked up Olivia, and put it on the swing chair, with a backrest at the back, so there was no need to worry about Olivia falling off.

He pushed gently, and the swing frightened the little girl. Her little hands clutched the swing tightly, trying to get off.

"do not."

He stopped her movement, picked up Olivia, sat on her with his arms around him, and played with her.

The range was not large, and Olivia gradually became less afraid, and instead found it quite amusing. Her brown curly hair was blown by the breeze, and she looked around with wide eyes, giggling happily.

Maybe it was because she was too tired from playing, Olivia was so sleepy, curled up in Steve's arms with the garland Charles made for her, and snored a little.

Occasionally, he muttered about his father.

Steve smoothed her hair, touched her already wet back, and took her small coat aside to cover her body, saving her from catching a cold and getting sick.

Olivia was tired from playing at the moment, so Steve carried her back home, and even wiped her body and changed her clothes, she didn't wake up, and at most she groaned a few times.

Putting it under the quilt, she automatically curled up into a ball and slept soundly.

"Olly, she trusts you very much."

"Well, she remembers that I carried her out."

"That's it," Charles opened his mouth, "thank you so much."

"Oli no longer rejects you, and I've been cultivating a relationship with him during this time, if possible, let her stay," Steve suggested softly, "After all, you are her father."

"If she wants."

Olivia gradually got close to the people in the school, and these people really treated her very well, which made her let go of her knots, and the relationship with these people was very good.

Instead of pawing at Steve and begging him to hug him all day long, he pawed at Charles all day long, occasionally lying in his arms for a nap or basking in the sun.

Grabbing Charles' hand and babbling something, in Charles' dream, he could fully understand what Olivia wanted to express to him.

A good partner who can fully understand what she expresses, Olivia is of course willing to be with him, and is especially willing to share things with him.

He even puts a wreath on his head with a smile.

Steve felt that this was very good, but he was also very reluctant. He sent Tony a message and asked for Olivia's things to be delivered.

Olivia didn't notice anything wrong at all, lying in his arms at night, she was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep, singing and dancing in his arms for a long time before she fell asleep.

Looks like it's time to leave.

He patted the little girl in his arms sideways and sighed softly.

"Where are you going?" Olivia grabbed his clothes and asked him in a childish voice, "Dad, where are you going?"

"I'm going back to get some things."

"When will you be back?" She looked up at him, "When?"

"Might need……"

"Will it be tonight?" She raised her head, her eyes were worried, and her small body was leaning limply on his lap, "Will it be?"

"Ollie eats obediently, and I'll be back."

"Um……"

She responded, and when Charles called her, she let go of Steve's hand, waved to him and ran towards him.

Olivia simply thought that Steve would come back after dinner, but she looked out the window after dinner, not waiting for him to come back at all.

"dad……"

She lay on the window sill and leaned against the window with her splayed eyebrows, "I haven't come back yet..."

"Ollie, it's time to sleep."

Charles reminded her, but the little girl just turned around, aggrieved.

"Daddy hasn't come back."

"……Um……"

Charles didn't know what to say. He wasn't very good at deceiving people, especially with such an older child. Although it was easy to fool such an older child, he couldn't open his mouth seeing her aggrieved pouting appearance. to lie to her.

Olivia turned her head to look at him, her emerald eyes stared at him without blinking, Charles was stared away by her, seeing his reaction, Olivia lowered her head and stopped poking at him. by the window.

Honestly, he went back to the bedroom where he lived with Steve.

"Ollie, will you sleep with me today?"

"No." She flattened her mouth, "I