Chapter 439 Reinhardt

When Alvin returned to the restaurant, he saw little Ginny in a beautiful white dress playing with Caesar and Meximus at the door of the restaurant.

Frigga, who is very charming, is wearing a blue dress, holding a little triceratops in her arms, looking at little Ginny with a smile.

Alvin could feel that Frigga's concern for little Ginny came from the heart, which made him a little incredible. Why would an alien queen like a little girl from Earth?

Just like Alvin has always been unable to figure out why a "god" like Saul, an alien prince, would fall in love with a woman on Earth, and he is still a recognized academic scientist who is not emotional.

Little Ginny saw Alvin coming out of the car, let out a happy scream of "Yeah~", and rushed towards Alvin with all her teeth and claws.

Alvin laughed, bent down and opened his arms happily, and caught the sweet bomb that belonged to him and jumped into his arms with a charming smile.

Kissing little Ginny on the face, Alvin found that she was a little too clean today. Of course, the little girl is not usually dirty, but she is a little naughty, and there is always a little dust on her body.

It's different today, the little girl has a little spot of cleanliness. This made Alvin a little uncomfortable. Could it be that his father was too unqualified in the past?

Glancing at Frigg, Alvin smiled and asked little Ginny: "What happened today? My little princess has become real Snow White?"

Little Ginny wrinkled her cute little nose, pulled the little skirt on her body, and said, "The skirt is not good, I don't like it! I like jeans and plaid shirts! Dad tell Grandma Frigg, I don't want to wear these!"

Alvin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why don't you like it? Little Ginny looks great in it! She looks like Snow White!"

Little Ginny held her stuffed face in distress and said, "But Frigga always takes me to change clothes. This kind of skirt gets dirty too easily!"

Alvin could feel little Ginny's discomfort. It was simply impossible for a five-year-old active girl to keep clean anytime and anywhere.

Alvin, who usually gets little dust on his body when little Ginny falls, never takes it seriously. At most, if you want to eat, you have to wash your hands before eating.

It looks like Frigg not only changed little Ginny's clothes, but maybe even took a bath, which is a bit too much!

Alvin walked up to Frigga with little Ginny in his arms, and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of little Ginny, it looks like you are very careful! I thought it was the nanny who took care of your royal children."

Frigga glared at Alvin, then put the clean and slightly reflective little fat Triceratops Wilde on the ground, frowning as he watched the little fat man roll happily, and ran towards his big brother Caesar past.

Alvin saw Frigga's eyes, shook his head and said with a smile: "I just found out that the queen of Asgard is a bit of a clean freak. I think Hell's Kitchen is really not suitable for you."

Frigga glanced at Alvin with some displeasure, and said, "Are you driving me away?"

Alvin shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Of course not, I definitely hope you can stay here before the good things from S.H.I.E.L.D. come over.

But I suddenly found that you seem a little uncomfortable with this place. To be honest, I'm worried that you won't be able to stay here. "

Frigga frowned, and said unwillingly: "I used to fight with Odin in the Nine Kingdoms, and I don't think there is anything here that would make me uncomfortable.

I don't have the "cleanliness" you said, I just hope that little Ginny is a clean and beautiful girl! "

Alvin shook his head with a smile. He didn't really want to discuss with Frigg what his daughter and her pets should look like, which actually had nothing to do with her. We didn't even know each other for more than 48 hours.

Putting little Ginny on the ground and letting her play by herself, Alvin looked at Frigg, winked his eyes, and said with a smile: "Maybe you can use magic to keep little Ginny clean forever. Instead of seeing Her body was dirty, so I took her to take a bath and change clothes.

This makes her uncomfortable. You mean well, but little Ginny certainly doesn't think so. "

After Alvin finished speaking, he walked into the restaurant. He had already heard the voices of Stark and Ivan talking in the restaurant.

Frigga was stunned for a moment, glanced at little Ginny who had become much more lively since Alvin came back, and suddenly shook her head and laughed. In less than a minute, the white skirt on the little girl's body was stamped with several paw prints by Caesar. But she is happy, isn't she?

In the restaurant, Stark and Ivan were like cows, head to head, face to face, spitting out unintelligible swear words.

Judging from the speed of their speech, these two guys are not even worthy of holding up Old Kent's shoes at the level of cursing.

Stark can change some curse words by relying on English as his mother tongue, but Ivan can't do it, the only thing he turns over and over is a few dirty words.

Shang-Chi led a small black man to stand at the corner of the restaurant, holding a fucking dirty word "teleprompter" in his hand to face Stark. Judging by their bulging pockets, they must have earned quite a few Stark tips.

Alvin smiled and looked at Stark with a proud face and Ivan with an angry face, and quietly took out his camera and took a photo of them.

In the photo, Ivan looked like an angry male lion, lowering his head against Stark's forehead, spitting out foamy saliva.

Stark, on the other hand, was like a hyena taking advantage, smiling and laughing at the angry lion.

It's a pity that no matter how you look at it from the photos, the tall Ivan looks like a winner.

Alvin glared at Shangqi and the little black man, and drove them away. Alvin, the bastard who scolded a "foreigner" in his native language and relied on cheating, had seen Stark like this!

Sitting on the edge of the bar, Alvin poured himself a glass of whiskey, took a sip, knocked on the bar, and shouted at Ivan with a smile: "Hey, buddy, who is this? Your new girlfriend? You guys When will you be married?"

Ivan glared at Stark, cursed an incomprehensible swear word in Russian, and then said in a deep voice: "Shut up your stinking mouth Stark! I will beat you at your exhibition the day after tomorrow, I will Will knock out a mouth full of teeth.

You bloody tin swearing mouse! "

Alvin patted the bar with a loud laugh, winked his eyes at Stark, and said, "A swearing mouse who needs a teleprompter, haha! It's really a good nickname!"

Stark waved his hand unhappily, and shouted at Alvin: "Hey~ Alvin, you have to stand by my side, we are together!"

Alvin pursed his lips, made a cross on his chest, and said pretendingly: "No, Stark, the fair Mr. Alvin will only stand on the side of the truth! Haha!"

Stark shook his head and smiled and gave Alvin a middle finger, then walked to the edge of the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip, and said, "Dude, you have to persuade the Russians for me. My exhibition opens Needs a grand opening, his slob needs a coat of paint or a new casing or something.

Otherwise, even if I smash it, I won't be able to prove how powerful my steel suit is! "

Alvin glanced at the Russian Ivan with fierce eyes. This guy is a typical gangster who doesn't talk too much. Stark will definitely regret it in the end for teasing him like this!

Patting on Ivan's arm, Alvin said with a smile: "I support you now, man, give Stark a good look.

Let the guy know his aesthetic is wrong. His "British Sweets" are suitable for exhibitions, and our mechs are the "weapons" for fighting! "

Ivan nodded, grinning and pouring himself a full glass of whiskey, said, "Yes, I've been waiting for this day. Rich Yankees never know what a real mecha should be what it looks like.

They only know how to put beautiful paint on the mecha and add flashy functions, like a bunch of girls. "

Speaking of which, Ivan smiled ferociously at Stark, and said, "I've changed my mind now, I won't punch you in the face, I'll break your bones. Let you keep that "beautiful" little A newspaper on your face will be the best "affirmation" for you!"

Stark pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "Your rags are only suitable for the garbage dump! You can dream every day, hoping that one day your dreams will come true!"

Stark turned to Alvin and said, "Dude, you have to be on my side! I brought you a new "God of War 3" and you have to try it on. You will be one of the protagonists on the day of the exhibition." !

"God of War 3" will be the most hideous and terrifying war machine. It's not that I don't understand hard-core design, but your damn aesthetics are still at the lowest level.

Later you see "God of War 3" and you need to apologize to me for being so ignorant. "

Alvin was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I think God of War 2 is fine, and it's hard for me to imagine any mecha that is more suitable for me than God of War 2.

You know, I'm not interested in overly complicated stuff. "

Stark smiled proudly, and said: "That's right, I found someone to redesign the shape because I knew this. I tailored a land combat model mecha for you.

There are no complicated functions, only the functions of "power", "speed" and slow low-altitude flight.

Man, you're gonna love it! The artist who designed God of War 3 was the same person who designed God of War 2, and I was only responsible for making it real.

Although its shape design has nothing to do with "aviation science", it must be the type you like. You don't like going to heaven anyway, do you? "

Alvin is a little interested. Although Stark has a bad mouth, he never speaks big. It can be seen from his expression that Ares 3 must be a very good mecha.

Poured a glass of whiskey for Stark and touched him, Alvin said with a smile: "It seems that you have spent a lot of energy, thank you, Stark!

Then let me see what kind of mech will God of War 3 be? I'll be looking forward to it until I see it!

It just so happens that there may be some fighting about "Hell" happening recently. Maybe I can wear it to see the real side of the world.

By the way, what's the name of that designer? I should buy him a drink! "

Stark tilted his head triumphantly, and said: "That guy's name is Reinhardt, he is a designer of a game company, and he wanted to use his name to name God of War 3, but I refused!

What is "hell"? How can I be missing to see the real side of the world! "