Clark dragged the hammer and looked at Logan angrily. His white and tender face looked like a meat steamed stuffed bun. It looked very cute.

Logan swallowed his saliva and couldn't help smiling after being surprised.

This child... Is a mutant!

Ordinary children can never hold this hammer.

His eyes could not help but soften, and a smile appeared on his face.

Clark stepped back warily and said, "abnormal thief! What do you want! Why are you looking at me like that? Is there any bad idea?"

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

Clark raised the hammer in his hand, stared at Logan, and said, "my father said, if you don't wear clothes, show your hair in front of the children... People with big caterpillars are perverts!"

With a twitch in the corner of his mouth, Logan roast said, "what did your father teach you? Is he sick in the brain?"

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

Clark held up the hammer and rushed to Logan again with his short legs.

"Ah!"

Clarke shouted, milk is fierce.

Logan looked at Clark funny, turned away, looked at the big hole in the wall, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

"Bah!"

Clark spit out the ashes from his mouth and shouted to Logan, "don't hide if you have the ability!"

"Haha!"

Logan laughed loudly at Clark's appearance.

Just then, Mike, who came home, heard the movement of the warehouse, opened the door and walked in. He just saw a naked man smiling at his son.

Hold the grass! Crazy man, abnormal!

Anger burned in Mike's heart, and the next second his heart beat violently. When the man heard the movement and turned quickly, a flying kick just landed on the other side's chest and kicked him out.

Logan fell to the ground, grinning and clenching his hands, and Edelman's claws were almost uncontrollable.

Clark held the hammer and ran over, 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Logan paused and looked at Mike helplessly. "Man, believe me, this is not what you think. I'm not a bad person."

Mike looked at each other's face, and a faint doubt flashed through his eyes. Then he said, "name."

Logan said faintly, "Logan."

It's really Wolverine.

Mike gave a deep thought and said, "it seems that something bad has happened to you."

Logan smiled bitterly, "it's terrible."

"Shit..."

Thinking of his experience during this period of time, Logan couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

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

Clark whispered to Mike, "Dad, he's not a thief?"

Mike patted Clark on the head and said with a smile, "it shouldn't be a thief."

Hearing this, Logan nodded. How could he be a thief?

"At most, he is a pervert!"

Logan's smile that just hung on his face froze.

"Haha!"

Mike laughed happily.

Put Clark on the ground, Mike took out his pocket, took out a piece of change and walked to Logan. He whistled to Logan. When logan looked puzzled, he stuffed it in Logan's hand, took Clark's hand and walked out of the warehouse, saying, "if you don't mind, I have some old clothes that I can lend you."

Logan took a piece of money and stood there blankly, some moved, but also some confused.

He met a good man, but why give him money?

Logan looked down at himself and remembered Mike's whistle. It was like being struck by thunder. The corners of his mouth twitched wildly and shouted, "Fark! You're the stripper!"

"Haha!"

Mike's laughter came from outside.

Logan's face was ugly, but then he smiled softly. When he walked to the door of the warehouse and was about to stride out, his crotch cooled, but he retreated back and shouted to Mike, "man, get me a pair of pants first!"

Half an hour later

Logan took a bath, put on Mike's clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

"Yo, very energetic!"

Mike smiled at Logan, Clark nodded like a little adult, and then said a little entangled, "Dad, is he still a pervert with clothes?"

Logan grinned at Clark, hugged Clark and said, "if you talk nonsense again, I'll eat you!"

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

"Ah!"

Logan pretended to scream ferociously.

Wolf roar!

Clark laughed instead.

"Clark, my name is uncle Logan."

Clark answered, "uncle."

Logan grinned, kissed Clark's small face and said, "this is the happiest thing I've encountered in the past few days."

"There will be more fun later."

Mike knocked on the table.

Logan's eyes lit up, and his heart was vaguely expecting

An hour later

Logan squatted expressionless outside Mike's warehouse, holding a tool to repair the hole that Clark had knocked out.

His expectation was paid by mistake after all

I must have been cheated by Mike!

Sighed, squinted at Clark squatting beside him, and said gently, "do you want to help me, boy?"

Clark is still caring.

Clark shook his head and said, "my father asked me to see the consequences of impulse."

"Didn't you knock it?"

Logan faced up.

Clark sheepishly lit the ground under his feet and said, "yes, that's why dad let me see the trouble caused by impulsive work. Let me think about it before doing things in the future."

Logan was stunned, touched Clark's head and said, "you have a good father. What else did your father say?"

Clark thought for a moment and said, "he said let me ask you if you are happy!"

I'm happy that his grandmother has a leg!

Logan cursed in his heart. He had the impulse to give Mike a few times with his claws. He turned to Clark and said, "I take back what I just said. Your father is an asshole!"

Take a deep breath

"Fark!"

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

In the evening, when logan repaired the wall and returned to Mike's house with tools, he suddenly felt that the wall had not been repaired in vain this afternoon after seeing the table of dishes.

"It looks delicious!"

Logan sat down while praising.

"My father's cooking must be delicious!"

Clark was not stingy with his praise. He learned from the rooster on the farm and raised his chin proudly.

Mike laughed, patted Clark on the head and said, "eat!"

A moment later, full of wine and food, Logan picked his teeth, looked at Clark and said, "is your child a mutant?"

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

Mike said vaguely.

Logan didn't ask, but asked, "what about you?"

"I'm not."

"You..."

"Logan."

After interrupting, Mike smiled and said, "can I ask you what trouble you are in?"

Logan was silent and remembered his experience. He opened his mouth but couldn't say it. Then he shrugged and said, "I understand."