When Diana returned home, she lay very comfortably on the sofa, opened a magazine casually, and waited for the two little ones in her family to come home.

Ever since Diana let go of the time for the two little ones to go home, the two little ones didn't need Diana to pick them up. According to their words, it is to cultivate their spirit of independence.

But it seems that he just wants to have fun with his friends.

Fortunately, there are no indiscriminate guys from the two little friends around my family, and basically they will not have any bad influence on the two little ones.

Otherwise, huh.

Still want to hang out? I have to keep her at home, honestly.

What are the friends now, Gwen is the daughter of the NYPD boss, that cheerful and lively Harry, or the cheerful young master of the Osborne, Peter, not to mention, the future Spider-Man.

What danger would be in following these people, Diana really couldn't think of it.

If Peter does become Spider-Man, she may also have to think about the fact that guy always seems to have a bad influence on the people around her.

Be careful about this.

I'm obviously looking through the magazines in my hand, but I'm always there thinking about what I don't have. There's no way, after all, if I'm not at home for a long time now, I'm still a little at ease with the two cubs.

"Diana, we're back!" With the sound of the door opening, Wanda's cheerful voice rang out.

"Welcome home." Diana closed the magazine in her hand and smiled at the little Wanda who had already run in.

Little Wanda looked at Diana lying on the sofa, and a hungry tiger pounced on Diana's arms.

That is, Diana opened her hands in time and protected the little guy in her arms, otherwise if she was so reckless, Wanda was very likely to bump into it.

"Be careful." Diana nodded at Wanda's nose and said to Wanda with some doting.

Wanda didn't care, just stuck out her tongue and rubbed the beads of sweat on Diana's chest.

Diana has no choice, what can she do with her cub, pet.

Petro uncharacteristically walked into the house slowly. He said hello to Diana, and then walked to his room in a low voice.

Diana glanced at Wanda, as if to ask her, what happened to Pietro?

Little Wanda just shook his head: "I don't know, it's just that he hasn't had much energy since this afternoon." ”

Diana narrowed her large, beautiful eyes, which didn't quite match Pietro's normal appearance. What could make this little guy look downcast? Sullen?

"I'll go see him." Diana rubbed the little witch's hair, "You also went to take a shower, I really don't know where you went today?" ”

The little witch didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, and ran to her room.

For this little girl, Diana also has no temper. The most important thing now is to see what your own kid is stimulated by, and he doesn't even want to speak.

"Dongdong Dong"

Diana knocked on her boy's door and asked, "Petero, may I come in?" ”

"Wait a minute!" Pietro's panicked voice rang out, perhaps thanks to his ability, and the wait he said was really just a wait.

Pyro opened his door, scratched his face a little embarrassed, and said to Diana, "Please come in." ”

Diana didn't care about Pietro's actions, and walked into her boy's room, which has to be said to be quite tidy. Since Pietro moved in, Diana has hardly disturbed their free time in the house.

As for cleaning, when Diana came to the house, she had no experience of cleaning. Someone came to clean the house every week, and it was all paid for by the Stark dog anyway, and Diana was also happy to be at leisure.

It's just that when I meet those people occasionally, I will always be looked at by people with a strange look, as if I am observing myself.

"How are you doing at school today?" Diana originally wanted to sit on the edge of Pietro's bed, but when she got close to the bed, she found that the kid was a little nervous, and even had the ability to activate for a while.

There was no plan to sit there, but instead pulled over the computer chair next to Pietro's desk and sat on it.

Petero's heart for Diana not sitting on his bed was finally relieved.

However, it was still not safe for Pietro, so he sat down on his bed, facing Diana.

"Not bad. The teacher was very patient and got along well with Peter. Pietro said to Diana with a pretended lightheartedness.

Diana just nodded at that.

"So, what makes my boy sullen?" Diana leaned back in her chair and smiled at Pietro.

Pietro was a little flustered, but shook his head with a pretense of composure, indicating that nothing was wrong.

Diana didn't pursue Pietro's refusal to cooperate, but just got up and said to him, "Okay, then I won't ask." You'd better adjust it, though, I don't want you to be unhappy, okay? ”

As she spoke, Diana rubbed the white hair.

Pietro smiled, but didn't move, letting Diana rub her hair.

Diana walked to the door and said to Pietro before closing the door: "Next time, don't hide the poster in the covers, it's all exposed." However, the redhead is beautiful and should be a beautiful girl. ”

With Petero's look of surprise, Diana slowly exited the boy's room.

In fact, Pietro hid it quite tightly, but the guy he was facing was Diana, and with a little skill, he pulled out a little bit of the poster that Pietro hid in the bed.

A tuft of bright red hair was displayed on the corner of the poster.

And Pietro in the room looked at the exposed poster, with a look of lovelessness, obviously he had cleaned up well, and it was impossible to be discovered. How can there be such a fork?

It's already happened, and Pietro sees what else to do. Broken jars, broken and broken, what can be done.

On the contrary, Diana, who walked to the kitchen, was a little relieved, her own white-haired pig had grown up, and she knew about the cabbage.

Diana's wish is to cultivate her own white-haired pigs and cabbages well, and then start a family one by one, which can be regarded as a large-scale cultivation game. As for those world crises, if you can, don't participate in them.

That's fine now.

I'm in a good mood today, add a dish.

But this is also the last good meal in the future. For the sake of your own little cabbage and white-haired pig, at least that purple sweet potato essence and those damn gods will be killed!

Recreate him a hundred and eighty voids.