[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

The clown was tricked.

Batman and the Joker themselves probably know it well.

The screenshot of the Twitter message received by the Batcave was sent by Halle's alias.Except for the clown's purple suit as the background board and the hand that appeared in the scene, there is nothing related to the clown.However, how many people in this world can recognize a clown from that hand?

Batman is definitely one of those guys, so his Batcave got the message. The IP address is a high-end apartment somewhere in Washington, D.C. outside of Gotham City.The people who live there are senior government officials.For Batman, who is extremely controlling, he does not welcome such "outsiders".

Not to mention, in this incident, he was the character being used.

But there are things that are even more troublesome for Batman at present, and the speed of tracing the purpose behind the "sender" has been forced to slow down.

This is Angie's third day in Wayne Manor.To be precise, it was after a day and two nights.

Less than 48 hours after arriving, there was a room exclusively for little Angie in Wayne Manor.The princess room based on pink and white and a bunch of furry dolls satisfy the hearts of most girls.

But Angie was not happy at all.

In the corner of the room, the little girl was facing the corner, squatting there aggrieved.The pale and soft little hands drew circles up and down.

"Hmm... daddy..." The little girl was talking about her dear daddy.

——Why didn't daddy come to pick me up?

It's been three days!

During the days at Wayne Manor, little Angie felt like years.

Angie is not happy here at all!

That big, dark, nasty bat dropped her here and ran away.A man named Bruce Wayne was in charge of watching her.

But little Anqi didn't like this man.

As for the reason?

Very simple.

Who made him grow an equally annoying apple chin like that annoying Batman!

Seeing the butt-like apple chin, little Anqi thought of her poor little Fangya.

Hate Batman!Hate Bruce!Hate everything in Wayne Manor except Alfred!

Ah Fu, who can make magical cookies, is the only person Angie doesn't hate.

There is no way, Ah Fu's cookies are just like the halo of goodwill on Little Angie's body, which is very unreasonable.Those who have eaten cookies will only be captured by it.

"Knock, knock, knock", there was a knock on the door.It's Ah Fu.

"Miss Angie, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."

Little Anqi jumped up from the corner in an instant, and was about to run to open the door, but stopped in the middle.She pursed her lips in a reserved manner, blinked her big light-colored eyes, and asked, "Do you have Ah Fu's cookies?"

reserved?Little did they know that those light-colored eyes and those soft words were filled with the expectation of "not at all reserved".

"Oh, that's why dessert can't be used as a main course, Miss." Ah Fu replied patiently.Just when Angie was disappointed, he heard him say again: "But today's breakfast has sweet polenta and croissants. I think you will like it."

Polenta and croissants are made sweet according to Angie's preference.Although there are no Ah Fu's cookies, this is not unacceptable.

An Qi hesitated on the spot for two seconds, then stepped forward to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, An Qi raised her head and saw a kind old man with gray temples and glasses.

Seeing An Qi come out, a loving smile appeared on Ah Fu's face.However, the smile froze for a moment in the middle.

Ah Fu shifted his gaze to the top of Little Angie's hair.When we first met, the little girl had light blonde hair that reached to her waist, soft and smooth.At this time, although the little golden fluff is not a messy mess of a bird's nest, it is not much better.

An Qi seemed to have taken a bath for a while, wearing a thin long-sleeved nightgown in the warm room.The blond hair seemed to have been wiped with a towel too, but it was obviously messed up and messed up.The slightly dark hair was still dripping with water, which wet the fabric behind him.

"Oh...Miss, you can't go down to eat like this." You must know that today is the weekend.Hearing that Bruce was going to adopt a new child, the elder and younger who were in high school and junior high rushed back last night.

"Come..." Ah Fu led him to the dressing table, and found the hair dryer from the drawer.Dry your hair first, then comb it patiently.The big hands with some wrinkles are slightly old, but they are very nimbly fiddling with their fingers, dividing the hair into several strands, and braiding them into scorpion braids from top to bottom.Refined and convenient.

In the Wayne family, where the yang is prosperous and the yin is weak (there is no "yin" at all), I don't know where Mr. Afu learned the combing skills.But I have to say, this is much better than the clown dad.He would only comb little Angie into two loose double ponytails, one high and one low asymmetrically.

"Wow~" Little An Qi who unlocked the new hairstyle exclaimed, her light-colored eyes were full of joy.Beauty is the innate nature of every girl.

"It's so beautiful." An Qi stretched out her little claws and gently touched her little head, fearing that it would get messed up, so she did it carefully.

"Miss likes it." Ah Fu patted An Qi's soft hair, and then found a light green floral dress from the closet.After little An Qi struggled to put on the little skirt, he took out matching stockings and baby shoes of the same color and put them on for her.Ah Fu was patient and gentle throughout the whole process, just like a loving grandfather pampering his little granddaughter.

This is something Angie has never felt before.

She pursed her light-colored mouth, half-cast her eyes as she watched Ah Fu take the shoes and put her little feet in them, and then gently fastened the straps.

The little girl felt warm and swollen in her heart, as if something was about to come out.

An Qi covered her heart and blinked, the doubts in those light-colored eyes were almost overflowing.

—It seems that I should say something.

Say something, Angie!

A voice in my heart said so.

But from the beginning to the end, until A Fu led her downstairs, An Qi didn't hold back a word.Poor Jian'er, his eyes turned red.

--Well.

I was a little angry in my heart, but I didn't know who to be angry with.

Angie puffed up her cheeks, disappointed and frustrated.The blond hair had faded a little.

This image fell into the eyes of the Wayne men.

Dick and Jason learn about a new addition to the Wayne family before they go home.They knew that Bruce adopted a girl this time, but they didn't expect it to be such a young girl.

This is a little girl who looks like seven or eight years old at most.A head of light golden long hair like sunshine is neatly fixed behind the head, eyes like honey, the color of the pupils is warm, lighter than amber, like sunshine in a jar of honey s color.Warm and dazzling.

Pale complexion paired with a small light green dress and doll shoes, like a delicate and expensive handmade doll in the window.At this time, the baby's light-colored mouth is pursed, and I don't know if it is because I feel uneasy because I am new here.

— Tsk, are you too anxious?

As soon as he heard the news that Bruce had adopted a new child, he hurried back.It was like swearing ownership to the new kid.

How childish!

Dick and Jason frowned and looked at each other.After silently accusing the other party with his eyes, the scrutiny in his eyes restrained.

Bruce glanced at the two sons, then turned his attention to little Angie, raising his sharp eyebrows.

--disturbed?

That is impossible.

God knows that the little girl broke her own teeth that night, and after crying a lot, she inexplicably hated Batman, and even the entire Wayne Manor was angered.

The next day, little Angie stayed in the guest room for the whole day, and it was Ah Fu who finally coaxed her with cookies, and sent her to sleep in the bedroom on the second floor that had been prepared overnight.Just like a little ancestor.

The "little ancestor" was led by Ah Fu to the table.Before Ah Fu could move, little Anqi stepped on the chair legs and climbed onto the chair with the backrest much higher than her.The movements are quick and skillful, obviously such things are often done.

Although his movements were not very ladylike, Ah Fu just smiled indulgently and pushed the chair forward for her.But An Qi felt the chair move and didn't look back. She was already captured by the sweet aroma of the breakfast on the table.

Yesterday, she didn't eat much all day, and An Qi, who only relied on a few cookies from Ah Fu to fill her stomach, was empty.He didn't feel hungry when Ah Fu called her, but now that he saw the breakfast, his stomach was already growling.

A Fu served a bowl of polenta for An Qi, and took a small croissant from a small croissant specially made for the child's liking, and put it on the plate in front of her.

Unlike croissants, croissants can only be made by hand.The baker needs to master the heat very delicately in order to make the taste crisp and soft.

Ah Fu, who can make miraculous cookies, naturally has the same skills.Even the small croissant prepared for Angel, the butter in each layer of the milk-flavored croissant is even and perfect, soft and sweet, and has an excellent taste.

After An Qi ate a small croissant, her bright eyes fixed on the small basket containing the croissant.Obviously wanting to have another one.

The hand-woven bamboo basket was a little far away from the little girl. Dick, who was sitting by the side, saw it, and reached out to pick up the small basket and handed it to An Qi, letting her take it.But before the little pale soft hand touched the bread, Dick took the little basket a little further away.

With a smile on his face, Dick wanted to tease the little sister: "Shouldn't I say thank you, cutie."

"Thank you," said the little girl, frowning.Thinking she was upset, Jason took a croissant from Dick and gave it to her.Before he put the bread on the plate, the little girl said again: "What is that?"

"..."

Only then did Dick and Jason realize that the "thank you" An Qi said earlier should be connected with the latter.

--"Thanks"?what is that?

The little girl tilted her head and looked at Dick, her light-colored eyes were clear to the bottom, and there was only straightforward doubt.Naive and indifferent.

The word "thank you" has never been in the dictionary of clowns.

Hearing what Little Angie said, Bruce, who was fighting against the milk, raised his head. Seeing the two sons froze, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, it's a basic courtesy."

The patriarch's speech was too serious, inevitably a bit preachy, and it also carried Batman's unique and irrefutable despotism.

He was also dissatisfied with the clown.

——Sure enough, that lunatic didn't even think about raising children properly.

Dick was worried that a girl at the age of little Angie would think too much because she was too sensitive, coughed, put down the bamboo basket and explained to Angie: "Thank you, besides being polite, I want to express my gratitude to the other party after what they have done for me. .At home, it is also one of the ways to express feelings with family members.”

"...?"

——Is that so?

The little girl who had learned new vocabulary blinked her eyes, and then glanced at A Fu beside Bruce with some understanding, and the kind old man gave her a smile back.

After breakfast, everyone went about their business.

Little Angie was very quiet today, not even thinking of threatening Bruce like a little beast.

The day passed quickly.

The dinner at Wayne's family was very rich. After all, they had to go on patrol at night and needed enough calories to replenish their physical strength.

After dinner, Ah Fu brought up the prepared dessert.

The sugar intake of everyone in the Wayne family is closely monitored by the housekeeper, Ah Fu, so the cookies are also divided into points and distributed to several people.

Dick followed Afu to the kitchen to get his share, and helped Jason get his share. After coming out, he nestled on the couch with Jason, and handed him the cookie in his right hand.

"Thanks, bro." Jason, who was holding his laptop as if he was busy with something, looked up and thanked, and finally the two brothers smiled heartily.

Hearing the word "thank you", little Anqi paused with the hand that picked up the cookie.She turned her head to look at the interaction between Dick and Jason, as if she was observing and verifying something.

In the end, little Anqi, who seemed to have realized something, pursed her lips, followed Ah Fu with her gaze, and did not look away until the latter entered the kitchen.This, Bruce has a panoramic view.

"..."

After a moment of silence, little Angie ran towards the kitchen on her short legs under the obscure sight of the Wayne family.

The little girl stopped at the door of the kitchen, looking a little hesitant, and the toe of her right foot rubbed against the floor.Like a pure little unicorn, pawing its front hooves restlessly.

Ah Fu, who had already sensed that there was someone behind him, tidied up the kitchen utensils and turned around.

"??"

"Ah, Ah Fu..." The little girl was startled by his sudden turning around.

"What's the matter, miss?"

Ah Fu lowered his eyes, and saw the little angel-like girl shyly rubbing herself in front of him.Like a little pearl bird flying out of the cage for the first time, she tentatively moved forward, and finally pecked at the owner's nails. She raised her head innocently, and the sunlight reflected in her light-colored eyes, which were coated with a layer of golden brilliance.

"I, I..." The little girl stammered, looking a bit tangled, at a loss for what to do with the contradictions in her heart.But in the end, under Ah Fu's encouraging eyes, she chose to follow her heart in the morning, and learned to understand Dick's words of thanks.

"Thank you, Ah Fu." The little girl whispered.Her words were soft and thin, like the voice of flowers blooming.

--Thank you.

For cookies; for combing hair; for pushing chairs; for your kindness, for everything.

"You're welcome, miss." A Fu smiled gently, reaching out to rub the little girl's head.His heart at this moment is as soft as the top of his hair.

—What a lovely little girl.

Ah Fu raised his head, met his master's gaze tacitly, raised his eyebrows silently.

——Master is worrying too much.

Just because a child doesn’t understand doesn’t mean they can’t, just teach them patiently.

Our little Angel is a little angel.