Mindy was taken straight home and then told Carlos and Hannah about her past. But it had nothing to do with it. It just aroused Hannah's maternal aura.
Instead of sending her to class today, he went straight to the flower shop. Wesley was home alone again.
The next day was the day Stark Industries' engineers and engineering teams arrived. Wesley took Mindy to school in the morning and hurried home.
The leader was a designer who needed to ask Wesley for his opinion. "Mr. Wesley, Mr. Stark said that everything is up to you. I wonder how we need to modify it?"
Wesley led them to the house next door. The place had been renovated by the original owner. It could be said that the renovation was tasteful and characteristic, but these things were completely useless to Wesley.
"There is no need to keep the renovation here. You can deal with the things here yourself. The house has three rooms, four bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen." Wesley held a tablet computer with a floor plan of the house on it. It was the same as his own.
"I'll leave one bedroom and two bathrooms. The other places will be completely renovated. One of the rooms will be transformed into a place for the Iron Man Armor. This place needs a ring-shaped mechanical arm. I'm in an apartment and can't dig down. I can only use the ceiling. Fortunately, it's the top floor."
"The other room will be converted into an armory, and it needs holographic projection equipment. As for the computer system problem, I can do it myself, and you can get the equipment. The living room will be converted into a training room, which is probably like this."
The designer recorded Wesley's request and then said, "Please rest assured, I have recorded your request. The design can be completed in three days. Is there anything else you need?"
"Not for the time being. I'll leave this place to you. I still have to see how my sister's room is renovated. I'll leave it to the renovation company." Wesley returned to the house next door, and the company that had renovated them last time came again.
"Mr. Wesley Gibson, we are honored to work for you again. What are your requirements this time?" The renovation company sent a designer, just like last time.
"I'm very satisfied with your work. This time, it's the study. Because my father adopted a little girl, the study needs to be abandoned. My father and my room need a desk. This can be bought according to our renovation style. I'll entrust it all to you. And my sister's room needs you to design it. A girl's room. She likes pink."
"This is not a problem at all, but I remember that there is a collection room in the study. I don't know what needs to be changed?" The designer asked very obscurely because the project here was taken away by another group of people last time. He didn't ask about the details, the employer must have secrets.
"Take it all down and make it into a big closet. The girl's closet must be big. It will be full of clothes. I guess it looks like this. The rest is up to you. You have the data. Just follow the data design." Wesley didn't let them measure it. It was full of weapons now and not suitable for others to see, although most of these weapons belonged to SHIELD.
"There's no problem at all. The design will be out tomorrow. If you're satisfied, you can start work immediately, and the speed won't be slow. It can be completed in a week. The materials used are definitely environmentally friendly and odorless. You can move in directly."
"Then I'm relieved. I'll leave everything to you." The matter is settled, and now I need to pick up my sister from school. I wonder how she's doing today. Wesley is still a little excited about suddenly becoming an older brother. In his previous life, he was an only child and had no siblings. He doesn't know how to be an older brother, especially a younger sister who is more than ten years younger than him. Maybe there will be a few younger ones in the future.
He drove his sports car all the way to school, which was not far from home. Mindy's way of thinking was that she could go to school and come home on her own every day, but Wesley didn't agree to that. He was enjoying being an older brother now. Sending his sister to school every day and picking her up was a nice pleasure. After all, holidays were boring.
The car slowly stopped at the school gate. There were many high-end cars here. After all, it was a private school and there was a junior high school section. Many students were not old enough to get their driver's license. They were either parents or drivers who came to pick them up from school.
Mindy was wearing a pair of black strappy leather shoes, white socks, and a pink dress. She was carrying a pink school bag and walking out with her blond ponytail swinging. However, there were more than a dozen students around her, both male and female. They were talking provocatively.
"Hey, our little princess, do you still have your pink wallet? Take it out and give it to us now, otherwise it won't be good if you dirty your dress." These students are not old, but they should not be junior high school students.
Mindy's pink purse had been bought for her by Wesley, and it was a little full. Wesley had given her a lot of pocket money. There were more than a dozen of them in the face value of a hundred dollars alone. Wesley was still a Chinese habit. It was only natural to give a child pocket money, even though she was only a sister. Carlos and Hannah would control that very well.
"You'd better get out of my way, otherwise…" Mindy paused and thought about her new father and brother. They are very good to me. It's better not to get them into trouble.
More than a dozen senior students laughed. "What else? Is our little princess going to lose her temper? Or are you going to cry loudly?"
Mindy didn't look good. She didn't have a temper to brag about. In the past, she used to be a super-killer who would use a knife if there was a disagreement. Now, she was being mocked by a dozen brats. She clenched and unclenched her small fists, and then clenched and unclenched them again. This happened repeatedly, and the anger in her heart was constantly suppressed.
Wesley saw it clearly. He understood that Mindy was suppressing herself, which meant that she wanted to fit in with the family and was thinking about her new family. He felt relieved, but Wesley didn't want her to suppress herself. It wouldn't be good for the child. He opened the car door and walked over.
"Mindy." A dozen students still showed no intention of leaving, as if they didn't care about Wesley's arrival. "Mindy, are these your classmates? But they don't look like junior high students."
"Wesley, they want to take my wallet." Mindy's big eyes blinked at Wesley, as if she had been wronged. Wesley laughed.
"Oh, I see. So what do you want to do?" Wesley squatted down and touched Mindy's hair.