Group favorite daughter [Zhongyingmei]

【How long does she have to sleep before she has a good night's sleep? 】

Laura, who was wearing a long-sleeved pink and white pajamas, pulled her curly brown hair back, but because of the posture of bowing her head, a strand of curly hair always fell in front of her, which interfered with her sight of the little girl, so the little wolf girl He pursed his lips and hooked it behind his ear again.

After staring at the little girl sleeping soundly under the quilt for a while, Laura looked up at Wanda and talked to her in her mind.

[Do children have to sleep for a long time? 】

Wanda, who also wore long-sleeved pink and white pajamas but with a different model, lowered her head while supporting her body with one hand, and shook her head after thinking about it.

【Probably?After all, kindergarten usually starts at nine o'clock, so she can sleep until eight o'clock without any problem. 】

When they were whispering, the little girl who was wrapped in a small pink and white pajamas, with only a light golden head exposed under the soft quilt and only half of her naturally curled hands exposed at the edge of the quilt, suddenly pursed her mouth and purred. He let out a deep breath, as if he had spit out an invisible bubble, which startled the two big girls.

The fingers pressing on the quilt moved, Laura stared at the flat baby's fat cheek and frowned,【Is she going to wake up? 】

Wanda shook her head, 【She slept soundly, and it's not the usual time to get up, after all, it's only six o'clock. 】

The black eyes lit up suddenly, and Laura carefully adjusted her posture and sat up cross-legged, and tucked Ella into the gap of the quilt—although the room was warm enough in winter.

Staring at the little girl for a few seconds, Laura stretched out a finger, slowly moved it to the side of the cheek that bulged like a squashed cotton candy, and moved the fingertip.

piu~

A small pit appeared, and as soon as the fingertips left, the white and tender face bounced back immediately.

Little Laura's eyes grew brighter.

[Soft, feels particularly good. 】

Wanda:  …

[Didn't you usually touch it? 】

[It's different, she's almost melting now. 】

So the red-haired girl didn't hold back and stepped forward to touch it.

[! ! !It feels completely different when you fall asleep! 】

Laura nodded, [and hands are also fun. 】

While saying this, the index finger that poked the little face just now reached the palm of the little hand that was half covered by the soft blanket, bent the fingertips and scratched gently, the soft white little fingers unconsciously closed up like a jellyfish Hold her fingers lightly, and then open them again with a little force.

fun =v=

After doing this several times, the milk dumpling, which was about to melt, slowly retracted its two soft, white and tender little palms into the warm bed, like a little snail whose tentacles have been touched, hiding in its own house with peace of mind .

The two girls in the same style of pink and white pajamas looked at each other through the small bulge in the middle.

[Will it wake her up? 】

[Be careful, probably not. 】

After a few seconds of silence, Wanda asked, 【Do you want to get up? 】

【Do not. 】

The little wolf girl crawled back into the warm bed with a very quick and extremely careful movement, 【Today is the weekend, suitable for staying in bed. 】

Wanda yawned, [...um. 】

Little Ella, who slept so soundly, might not be a huge milk-flavored hypnotizer, otherwise why would she go back to bed and sleep together again?

And Charles, who has already counted the time and made breakfast by pinching his watch: ...

Why aren't the kids up yet?

Rui Wen, who had just returned to the academy, looked at Eric, who had a face full of bitterness and hatred, and fell into deep thought.

What happened when she wasn't there?

A silver lightning flashed past them and appeared in front of them again in the blink of an eye. The silver-haired boy greeted with a cup of coffee, "Good morning, professor!"

"Good morning, where are you going?"

Pietro raised the coffee cup in his hand, "Wanda prefers this flavor of coffee, but she didn't go to the restaurant today, neither did Laura and Ella, let me take a look."

Charles said, "They probably haven't woken up yet."

"Oh~" Pietro looked surprised, "My sister rarely stays in bed, I'll go and see."

The silver-haired boy disappeared in a flash, and after a while, he came back with a little girl wrapped in a red coat with a fluffy white collar. He quickly kissed the little girl on the forehead. Pietro blinked at Charles, and the next second the little girl was in Charles. arms.

Ella, who was too fast to react, looked bewildered, turned her head and called softly, "Charles?"

"Yeah." Facing the unexpected joy that fell from the sky early in the morning, Charles kept his face calm, hugged the little girl and walked towards the restaurant very naturally, "Let's go to have breakfast."

He introduced while walking, "This is my sister Ruiwen. She was away from the academy a few days ago and just came back today."

Blinking, Ella said hello to Charles, lying on Charles' shoulder.

"Good morning, Ms. Raven."

Raven, who had always wanted to see what Charles' baby girl would look like, almost couldn't help laughing, "You can just call me by my name."

"Okay." The little girl answered obediently, and then turned to the last of the three present, "Good morning, Eric."

With a light cough, Eric nodded, "Good morning."

After a pause, he tried to bring up the topic, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Ah."

"Little braids are beautiful."

"Wanda made it up."

"The coat is nice too."

"Charles bought it."

Eric: ...

The feeling of being isolated arises spontaneously.

Coughing again, the man who had always looked very serious said seriously, "I mean, the main reason is that you are cute and good-looking."

Caught off guard by being praised, the little girl blinked and shrank from Charles' shoulder in embarrassment.

In a small voice, "Thank you."

Eric:! ! !

He seems to have found a turning point!

Charles and Ruiwen, who watched Eric and the little girl chatting awkwardly: ...

Really, it's really hard to hold back a laugh.

……

Unknowingly enjoying Charles' love breakfast, Ella was led by Charles for a walk in the college while whispering.

There was a curious light in the blue eyes, "The Smurfs, Dr. Hank, and Raven are all blue. When mutants awaken their abilities, will they all turn blue?"

"No, it's just a coincidence."

Charles was also surprised by this wonderful coincidence, "Although their blues are very similar, each blue is unique."

Ella nodded in agreement, "Yes, but I think Charles's blue color looks the best."

Charles laughed, "Really?"

"Well! The blue of the Smurfs is faith, the blue of Dr. Hank is plush, and the blue of Charles is like a flower in the sun, with warmth and floral fragrance."

After a pause, the little girl laughed again, "Speaking of which, I know a lot of blue, Steve's blue is like the sky, Sol's is like the deep sea, Little Wing's blue is like Batman, Draco's is low saturation On such a smoggy day, Jarvis' father's is a bright sapphire!"

"And Fenrir! The blue eyes are like dark blue ink, but sometimes they turn green."

Amused by the little girl's metaphor, Charles covered her eyes with his palms in the air, paused for a second and then put them down, imitating the little girl's puzzled look and tilting his head.

"how about you?"

...Yes!Her eyes are also blue.

Little White teeth bit her lower lip and rubbed it. Ella thought about it and shook her head, "I didn't pay attention when I looked in the mirror."

"And don't you think it's weird to look in the mirror?" The little finger pointed to the eyes, and the light blue eyes sparkled, "It looks very narcissistic."

After a pause, he asked back, "Then what do you think of my blue color?"

Frowning slightly and making a somewhat embarrassed look, Charles thought for a few seconds before speaking.

"Like sea water, soft and clear sea water with sunshine shining, and small waves will bloom when a gust of wind blows."

The little girl was puzzled, "Sea water is a liquid, why can it be described as soft?"

"The usage of synaesthesia is like you said, there is a floral fragrance in my blue."

"Oh..." the little girl muttered in a low voice, "So I've already used it, but why didn't I remember it?"

"It's just not proficient yet."

The sunshine in November was not too strong. The two walked slowly holding hands. Charles said, "Did you have fun in the kindergarten?"

"It's okay, but I know what the teacher mainly teaches, and the extracurricular activities are more interesting."

Having said that, the little girl raised her head, "Then what am I learning here?"

Charles raised his eyebrows, "Are you afraid to learn a lot of things?"

Ella immediately puffed out her small chest, "Don't be afraid."

Ten minutes later, Charles opened a door for her.

This is a quiet but somewhat noisy room. The entire room has been soundproofed. All kinds of musical instruments that Ella has seen in pictures and knows the principle but has never seen the real thing lie quietly in their respective places, as if only one pair of hands Just touch, and a wonderful sonata can be confluenced immediately.

Ella looked around curiously, "Do I want to learn an instrument?"

"It's not to learn, but to see if you like it."

Picking up a violin, pressing the thin strings with good-looking fingers, the bow and the strings are slowly touching and rubbing, and the soft and melodious Scottish lyrical ditties come out.

The footsteps moved slightly with the tune, slowly pacing around the little girl, his warm blue eyes kept looking at her with a smile, and Charles' deep and mellow voice became longer and longer in the soothing minor tune.

"Ok?"

Ella looked up at him, turned her body slightly following his footsteps, her light blue eyes were filled with bright stars, "Sounds good!"

The corners of his lips curled up, Charles squatted down, kept the violin still, and handed the bow into her hand.

He tilted his head and blinked, "Try it?"

The little girl confessed honestly, "But I haven't learned it, I only know the principle."

Charles smiled, "When I first started learning, I didn't even know the staff. You are one step ahead of me."

"Don't be angry if it's ugly."

Puffing her cheeks, Ella followed Charles's encouraging gaze and carefully pulled her down following his movements.

squeak--

Ella: ...

It sounds so ugly, like sawing wood.

Charles couldn't help laughing, "It was like this at the beginning, let's try something else?"

The melodious piano, the cello that is taller than a little girl, the harp that sounds far away, the delicate and deep golden saxophone, and a group of equally golden wind instruments, Ella even saw the jazz drum.

She couldn't help asking, "Do you know all of these, Charles?"

"Of course not, some are just for collection." Charles said, "I'll teach you which one you like."

The little girl blinked and raised a music box at hand, "This?"

Charles smiled, "It's absolutely fine."

Walking out of the room, Ella couldn't help but ask, "What if I don't like either?"

"That's normal, I can have more time to teach you the knowledge you learned in middle school."

"Middle school?"

"Yes, we discussed it. Although in some respects your study progress has been able to go to the university to attend lectures, the short board is still in kindergarten, so..."

Charles smiles.

……

Peter Parker, a free young boy, flies around Queens every day in a red and blue tights to punish evil and promote good, and then chases the garbage truck all the way to retrieve his schoolbag.

Today is also a day when I was lucky enough to keep my backpack!

With half of his mask lifted, Peter sat outside the building, gnawing on the best sandwich in Queens, while chattering about today's activities with Happy—

The main reason is that sending flowers to little Ella last time seemed to make Mr. Stark unhappy QAQ

I just took an exam recently, and the part-time job at the pizza shop is gone, so there is no reason to go to the building, alas.

After texting Happy, Peter thought for a while and asked casually, "Karen, did Mr. Jarvis say that Mr. Stark called me on Friday? I'm ready to serve him!"

A cool and magnetic voice came from his chest, "Yes."

"Well, I knew it wasn't. I heard from Pietro that Mr. Stark has been very busy recently choosing a school for Ella, but I'm still a little disappointed..."

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally rebounded almost without bottoming out, "What?! Yes?!"

Karen said: "Inside information, Mr. Stark is about to call you."

"Ding--"

Accompanied by the ringtone and Ned's strange emoji, Peter frantically took out his mobile phone to connect, "Mr. Stark?"

"Huh? You know I'm going to call?" The voice on the other side was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, "Don't say that."

"There is a part-time job, do you want to do it?"