The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Mike winked and said, “I won’t see you off then.”

“Heh! You guy!”

Laughing and cursing, Hank Pym turned around and left.

Listening to the sound of goodbyes outside, Mike collapsed onto the bed lost in thought.

It seemed that he did not have the material to be an actor.

“Not as good as Charles!”

“Daddy, you called me?”

Charles showed his little head from the doorway.

Mike waved at the three and said, “Let’s go home!”

“Dad, you should live here honestly!”

Eric said in a serious voice.

Mike was stunned, then slapped his head.

He gave Clark a wink and spoke to Charles mind, just not giving Eric the signal.

“You guys didn’t talk to him?”

Mike looked to Clark and Charles.

The two boys shook their heads and said, “We thought you’d say something.”

Mike lost a laugh and reached out to hug Eric, laughing, “Silly boy, am I that easy to hurt, your dad?”

Eric was stunned and exclaimed, “You guys are acting!”

“Haha!”

Mike and three people laughed out loud.

Eric’s face was dark and he was about to get mad when Mike rubbed his head and said, “I knew Eric cared about me the most.

Eric smiled nervously and instantly turned cloudy.

Packing up their things, Mike’s family left the hospital.

………….

The mutant attack at the school was pressed into service and just circulated around the town, and as a little bit of time passed, when it became old news and brought nothing new to the people, the school acted as if nothing had happened, and once again returned to normal.

Time is really a good thing.

It can not only make people forget, but also grow, bring people apart, but also reunite them.

After that incident, after less than a month, Hank Pym’s family moved away.

Before leaving, he left a file folder for Mike.

Inside was a set of keys and proof of a property located in New York City.

It was a villa, located in the wealthy district of New York.

However, Mike did not have time to look at it for the time being, and after writing down the address, he tossed it aside.

And before leaving, Mike, in order to thank Hank Pym for the gift, invited him and Hope to have a hot pot.

When Hank Pim saw the red soup, he was moved and cried. Mike was very pleased with this, and he took out a bottle of white wine in his collection instead of having a good drink.

In response, Hank Pym called from thousands of miles away on the third day after he left, specifically to greet Mike affectionately.

Time flew by and soon, Clark had his eleventh birthday, while Charles and Eric were about to turn eight.

In the past few days, Mike is busy celebrating their birthdays, preparing gifts for them, and warning them that no strange people are allowed to come on their birthdays.

Until now, he still clearly remembered two months ago, on Clark’s birthday, Clark invited several aunts of Mike’s age to the birthday party, trying to make him and a good scene of a certain person.

It was a scene that embarrassed Mike to no end.

It was also then that he realized the image he had in the eyes of those women.

Rich and handsome single dad, perfect for marriage or remarriage, a golden bachelor.