[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

Today, Wayne Manor is ushering in a day like no other.

For, our old butler, Alfred Pennyworth, is flying to England.

"Ah Fu, when do you want to come back?" Little Anqi tugged at the hem of Ah Fu's clothes, quite reluctant.

"It will probably take one to two days." Today, Ah Fu is dressed in formal attire, a dark blue handmade tuxedo dress with a white shirt of the same material inside, and a retro black under the small collar page turned out like a bird's wing. bow tie.

The kind and kind old man in front of little Angie on weekdays has transformed into a refined and reserved British gentleman.Even if his skin is wrinkled, even if his temples are white, they are still eye-catching.A long time can't dilute the personal charm of this person.

Perhaps, this is the true image of the old housekeeper.After all, not everyone can be Batman's butler.Steward - this is the man at the top of the Justice League.

"Do you have to go?" The little girl raised her head and looked at him eagerly.

"Oh~ my miss," the old butler felt soft in his heart, "I don't want to leave you either, but..."

Ah Fu frowned calmly, and sighed helplessly in front of the little girl: "I really need to go over there."

"...Okay then." The little girl pouted, reluctantly put down Ah Fu's sleeves, and watched Ah Fu and Bruce walk to the apron not far away.

Ah Fu is wearing a camel windbreaker in his left hand and a simple briefcase in his right hand, like an agent who came out of a movie.The "agent" turned to look at his father before boarding the private jet.

Bruce: "..."

——OH, God!here we go again.

A Fu once again told Bruce: "Miss Angie gets up at seven o'clock every day, and eats at 07:30 at the latest. Lunch is between 12 o'clock and 03 o'clock in the afternoon. You can have some snacks around 30:[-], but don't let her Eat too much. Dinner is best at seven or eight, and bed at ten."

"Yeah." Bruce nodded.

——You have said this several times, Ah Fu.

But our old housekeeper Ah Fu is still worried about the big and small in the manor.

"Miss An Qi's preferences and precautions are written on the label and I posted it in the kitchen. Apart from sweets, she unexpectedly prefers the middle class. For the growth of Miss An Qi, and for your stomach, please promise me these two things Don’t spend all your three meals a day with cereal soaked in milk.”

"OK..."

Bruce readily agreed.

——He will consider ordering some takeaway to neutralize the taste.

As if he had seen through Bruce's inner thoughts, the old butler warned again: "Considering your cooking skills, I think you will order takeaway."

"Miss An Qi's digestive system is weaker than that of ordinary children, so she can't eat too many high-calorie and difficult-to-digest foods."

Didn't you see that Angel's daily serving of cookies is limited?And like the blues, it's low in sugar.

"I selected a few relatively good restaurants from all over the city, made a list, and put them in the kitchen. The dishes in one of the Chinese restaurants are quite good, and the ingredients are also very fresh."

"..." Bruce frowned upon hearing Chinese food.Like some disagree.

"Try more Chinese food, my lord," the old housekeeper suggested sincerely, "This ancient country in the East has a lot of research on food, not only Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu. Many dishes are not only nutritious, but also good for the body. good."

"Okay," Bruce conceded, "I'll think about it."

Seeing this, Ah Fu nodded with satisfaction, and said: "I have already made the cookies and pastries for afternoon tea for you and Miss Anqi in advance and put them in the refrigerator. When you are at a loss, you can use it as a Take out the secret weapon. But Miss An Qi is so clever, obviously she won't need it."

"Okay..." Bruce nodded, no longer wanting to refute.

——What Ah Fu says is what he says.

"Everything is ready, just wait for you to board the plane, Mr. Pennyworth." The sergeant in the uniform of the British Air Force saluted Afu, urging in a London accent.

—Time is short, sir!

Britain needs your help!

The jewels of the British royal family were stolen from the Tower of London. At the same time, the information of the top agents trained by the intelligence agency was exposed and all died in the line of duty.Now they received news that the thief who stole the jewels had his eyes on the queen's crown.

The British government was extremely furious, but was caught by a group of goldfish politicians and another wave of terrorists who attempted to blow up the London Bridge and caused panic in the UK.Under his busy schedule, he had no choice but to send an e-mail to his teacher when he was studying at the Royal Academy, asking him to go back to England to take care of the rookies who had just graduated from the academy.

Bruce was relieved that the sergeant's presence had rescued him.He has rarely been told by Ah Fu in such a nagging manner.I feel like a little baby who can't be independent yet.

Ah Fu nodded, and the sergeant took the windbreaker and briefcase from him.

In the sight of Bruce and the sergeant, Al Fu, who was halfway on the plane, stopped again, turned around and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to say. At 09:30 in the evening, you and Miss Angie still need a glass of milk. I will Let Miss Angie stare at the master you've drunk."

Britain can be saved later, but the milk must be reminded to drink by Master Wayne!

"Also, I've been reading Miss Angie a bedtime story these days. I've read Little Red Riding Hood and The Princess and the Pea. Tonight is Cinderella."

"Goodluck, sir. I hope you will be patient."

Bruce?

Master Bruce frowned, bitter and bitter.

……

A Fu flew to England, only Bruce and little Angie were left in the huge Wayne Manor, which seemed even more deserted.

"...←_←"

"→_→..."

The big and the young are staring at each other in the living room.

After a while, Bruce glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Well, 08:30.Ah Fu was gone for less than 10 minutes.

—What is the child doing at this time of day?

Bruce frowned and thought, but little Angie had already taken a video tape from the shelf on her feet, and walked up to Bruce and handed it to him.

This is already obvious, isn't it?

——Perhaps, raising children is not as difficult as imagined.

Bruce raised his eyebrows and put the videotape into the player to play.A moment later, a cat and a mouse with a retro style appeared on the LCD TV.

Little Angie climbed onto the sofa opposite the TV with a fluffy bunny doll in her arms, and started watching Tom and Jerry.Quiet and well-behaved.

Bruce, who was deprived of sleep, thought about it, and instead of going back to the room to catch up on sleep, he sat next to the little girl, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Maybe it's the need for sleep too much, or maybe it's the milk fragrance on the little girl's body that makes people subconsciously relax.After a while, Bruce fell asleep.

Little Angie heard the light snoring sound beside her, and tilted her head to look at Bruce beside her.

The man's muscular figure is sunken deep in the soft and comfortable leather sofa.When he was asleep, his hands did not hang naturally and relaxed on his sides like most people, but were placed on the knees of his legs.This man won't let go of his vigilance even when he sleeps.Only the back, relaxed a little, leaned on the sofa.

"..." An Qi looked at him for a while, but didn't make any move.It just seemed that he disliked his snoring for affecting his watching cartoons, so he pouted his lips in dissatisfaction and moved his butt a little away from Bruce.

The slight thoughts around him can't be concealed from Bruce's perception. He opened his eyes slightly, and the blue eyes were calm and cold when he opened them, not at all the dazed moment of someone who just woke up.

Seeing that the little girl just moved away, Bruce closed his eyes again, as if he had never woken up.

Taking another nap, Bruce fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the little girl beside him was gone.He looked up at the time again.It was 2:20 in the afternoon.

——Have you slept for so long?

Bruce, who has always been accompanied by insomnia, was rarely surprised that he had a good night's sleep.The whole process was peaceful, and I was not disturbed by the haunting nightmare.

"Oh, No! Damn Lunch!"

Bruce slapped his forehead, took out his phone and strode towards the kitchen.Don't forget to call out to the little girl: "An Qi, where are you?"

As soon as the words fell, Bruce, who had already come to the kitchen, froze.

The little girl is in the kitchen.She was stepping on a steel basin about ten centimeters high, standing in front of the workbench with her back to Bruce.After hearing Bruce calling her, little Angie turned around, and the former couldn't help but widen his eyes, as if the sky had fallen.

I saw An Qi turning around with a steel basin two sizes larger than her head in her arms.In the steel basin is Angie's lunch - oatmeal rings soaked in milk.But maybe it was because the tableware was not found, the little girl ate with her hands, obviously very hungry.

The little girl wore a separate off-white skirt today, but now she was dotted with milk and rice-colored cereal rings.The right hand and the half of the small face next to the nose are dirty, and even the pale golden hair has not escaped, which is stuck into strands by thick milk, looking dirty.

"..." Bruce froze completely at the scene in front of him, as if someone had planted a bomb in his brain. "Boom!" The ground exploded, except for tinnitus, there was only a blank.

Three seconds later, Bruce came over and said loudly, "Put it down!"

With this tone and volume, those who didn't know thought it was Batman yelling at the criminals to let go of the hostages.Little An Qi was shocked as well, living up to her expectations.

"Bang!"

The steel basin fell to the ground.The milk and half mushy cereal circles splashed, smearing the face of Bruce who was about to lean over to take it.

"..."

Bruce stretched out his hand to wipe the smear on his face expressionlessly, and glanced at the little girl whose face was also smeared. He felt hopeless in his heart, and he missed Ah Fu who had just left for less than half a day.

However, at this moment——faced with little Angie, whose eye circles were getting red and about to lose her golden peas, Bruce surrendered instantly.

He didn't dare to make this little ancestor cry.I have already experienced this crying skill last time.It can't stop for half an hour.

Bruce had no choice but to take out his baby Bruce's avatar, and display the irresistible charm of eighty-year-olds to eight-year-olds.

He heard himself coaxing the little ancestor in front of him gently with his sexy and magnetic voice: "Oatmeal is neither delicious nor nutritious. Let's change clothes and take you out to eat, shall we?"

good or not?

— What a ghost!

An Qi pursed her lips, tears were about to burst into tears.

"You can order whatever you want. If you feel hungry, we can have some of Ah Fu's cookies to fill your belly. Okay?" Bruce added quickly, consciously using his life-long coaxing skills.

- "Okay, okay..."

Hearing that there were Ah Fu's cookies, the little girl wiped the golden peas and reluctantly agreed, sobbing.

However, Bruce, who was relieved, didn't see that the little girl let go of the little hands that were clenched into fists behind her back, and he floated up behind his back, ready to punch his head, and then the steel basin that covered his face was silent. Return to the original place...