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Clark dragged the hammer and looked at Logan angrily. His white and tender face was like a meaty bun, and he looked extremely cute.

Logan swallowed and couldn't help but smile after being surprised.

This kid... is a mutant!

Ordinary children would never be able to pick up this hammer.

His eyes couldn't help but soften, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark stepped back warily and said, "Perverted thief! What do you want to do! Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any bad thoughts?"

Logan's expression froze and he said, "I'm not a pervert!"

Clark raised the hammer in his hand, glared at Logan, and said: "My father said that people who don't wear clothes and show their hair in front of children... big caterpillars are perverts!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Logan complained: "What did your father teach you? He must be mentally ill!"

"Don't speak ill of my father! You perverted thief!"

Clark raised the hammer and rushed towards Logan again with his short legs.

"ah!"

Clark shouted, fiercely.

Logan looked at Clark funny, turned away, and looked at the big hole in the wall, with the corners of his mouth twitching crazily.

"Pooh!"

Clark spat out the ashes in his mouth and shouted to Logan: "Don't hide if you can!"

"Ha ha!"

Logan laughed out loud at Clark's appearance.

At this moment, Mike, who was returning home, heard the movement in the warehouse, opened the door and walked in. He happened to see a naked man smiling at his son.

Hold the grass!Crazy pervert!

Anger burned in Mike's heart, and his heart beat violently in the next second. When the man heard the noise and turned around quickly, a flying kick landed on the opponent's chest and kicked him away.

Logan fell to the ground, grinning, clenching his hands, and Edman almost lost control of his claws.

Clark held the hammer and ran over babbling. Mike took a big step, hugged Clark in his arms, took Clark's hammer, and swung the hammer in his hand, pressing it on the chest of the man who wanted to get up. .

Logan paused and looked at Mike with a helpless face: "Man, believe me, this is not what you think, I am not a bad person."

Mike looked at the other person's face, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in his eyes, and then said: "Name."

Logan said calmly: "Logan."

Sure enough, it's Wolverine.

Mike groaned and said, "It seems that something bad happened to you."

Logan smiled bitterly: "It's extremely bad."

"Oh shit……"

Thinking of what he had experienced during this period, Logan couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Mike picked up the hammer and put it aside, saying, "Get up."

Clark whispered to Mike: "Dad, is he not a thief?"

Mike patted Clark on the head, smiled and said, "Probably not a thief."

Hearing this, Logan nodded, how could he be a thief?

"At best, he's just a pervert!"

The smile that had just been on Logan's face froze.

"Ha ha!"

Mike laughed happily.

Putting Clark on the ground, Mike dug in his pocket, took out a piece of change, walked to Logan, whistled to Logan, and stuffed it into Logan's hand when Logan looked confused. Holding Clark's hand, he walked out of the warehouse and said, "If you don't mind, I have some old clothes that I can lend you."

Logan held a piece of money and stood there blankly, a little moved but also a little confused.

He met good people, but why give him money?

Logan looked down at himself, and then remembered Mike's whistle, as if struck by lightning, the corners of his mouth twitched crazily, and shouted loudly: "Fake! You are the stripper!"

"Ha ha!"

Mike's laughter came from outside.

Logan looked ugly, but then he chuckled. When he walked to the door of the warehouse and was about to stride out, his crotch felt cold, but he stepped back and shouted to Mike: "Brother, get me a note first." Pants!"

After half an hour...

Logan took a shower, changed into Mike's clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey, you are very energetic!"

Mike smiled at Logan, and Clark nodded like a young adult, and then said with some confusion: "Dad, is he considered a pervert even if he wears clothes?"

Logan bared his teeth at Clark and made a fierce expression. He hugged Clark and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will eat you!"

Clark clenched his fist and said, "I'm not afraid!"

"what!"

Logan yelled pretending to be ferocious.

The wolf roars!

Clark laughed instead.

"Clark, call Uncle Logan."

Clark responded and said, "Uncle."

Logan grinned, kissed Clark's little face, and said, "This is the happiest thing that has happened to me in the past few days."

"There will be more fun things later."

Mike knocked on the table.

Logan's eyes lit up, and he felt a little hopeful...

after an hour……

Logan squatted expressionlessly outside Mike's warehouse, holding a tool to repair the hole Clark made.

His expectations were misplaced after all...

I must have been tricked by Mike!

He sighed, looked sideways at Clark who was squatting next to him, and said gently: "Do you want to help me, kid?"

Clark is still caring.

Clark shook his head and said, "My dad asked me to see the consequences of impulsiveness."

"Isn't it your fault?"

Logan scowled.

Clark awkwardly tapped the ground under his feet and said, "Yes, that's why Dad asked me to see the trouble that impulsive things bring to others, so that I should think carefully before doing anything in the future."

Logan was stunned for a moment, touched Clark's head and said, "You have a good father, what else did your father say?"

Clark thought for a while and said, "He asked me to ask you if you are happy!"

I'm happy with his grandma's legs!

Logan cursed in his mind, and had the urge to give Mike a few blows with his sharp claws. He turned to Clark and said, "I take back what I just said, your father is a bastard!"

take a deep breath...

"Fake!"

With a low curse, Logan continued to build the wall.

In the evening, when Logan finished repairing the wall and returned to Mike's house with the tools, he suddenly felt that the wall repair this afternoon was not in vain after seeing the table of food.

"It looks very tasty!"

Logan praised and sat down.

"My dad's cooking must be delicious!"

Clark did not hesitate to praise him. He imitated the rooster on the farm and raised his chin proudly.

Mike chuckled, patted Clark's head gently, and said, "Eat!"

After a while, after having enough wine and food, Logan picked his teeth, glanced at Clark, and said, "Is your child a mutant?"

"No, he's just a little strong."

Mike said vaguely.

Logan didn't ask further questions, but asked: "What about you?"

"I'm not."

"you……"

"Logan."

Interrupting the other party, Mike smiled and said: "Can I ask what trouble you are in?"

Logan was silent for a moment, thinking of his own experience. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Then he shrugged and said, "I understand."