Mrs Wayne

I stared blankly at him. Under the sunlight, the fine sweat on his forehead was still densely covered on his forehead. His face had deep grooves unique to Europeans, especially when he raised his head or raised his eyebrows, but At this moment, he collapsed his cheeks to death.He put his hands on the steering wheel and leaned back instead, as if he saw something strange, which made him both hard to get rid of and seemed relieved.

When the pair of blue eyes fell on the two people who supported them away, their eyes seemed to be surrounded by a layer of storm, turning into a rough and dark sea.

Is there anything wrong with Gotham here?

"Yeah." I echoed casually, then couldn't help leaning into his ear, and said softly, "It's Gotham, which is protected by Wayne Enterprises, here, you meet me casually on the road Nine out of ten people will work for Wayne Enterprises, my little master."

He seemed to be irritated by my words, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightened, and then he relaxed.

Bruce smiled faintly, he reached out and easily tucked my head back into the co-pilot, my husband coughed, "Yeah, I just never saw Gotham in the morning so clearly."

He paused, and then said in a soft voice, "He's a little different from what I thought."

"Because we often sleep in together?" Yes, young people are night owls.

He smiled and didn't speak. We stopped by the side of the road and he seemed to be enjoying his usual breakfast. He looked around the surrounding scenery once again. Sitting in the car, I felt a little impatient with the sun , couldn't help urging him, "Honey, it's so hot in the sun."

He just came back to his senses like waking up from a dream, and the eyes he looked at me became extraordinarily long in an instant.

Bruce raised the corner of his mouth, "Yes, my lady."

When he said this, his voice was low. The man in a suit put his hand on the gear, pushed it lightly, stepped on the accelerator, and the whole car flew out like an arrow.

The sudden back push and acceleration made me couldn't help hammering his arm, and he looked at me gently, then shook his head with a smile.

The early morning wind blew the broken hair on his forehead, making his sculpture-like face even more handsome, blending into the man's inadvertent meditation in the morning light, making people feel that he seemed to be thinking about something again.

Bruce, who was driving with his chin on one hand, seemed to be different from before.

Speaking of which, I am still skeptical about my husband's problem, and I paid special attention to it, but after a closer look, it seems that his driving habits have not changed much.I can only classify that maybe he is really stressed. When he came to the Wayne building, Bruce just parked the car, and then he got out of the car with long legs in front of me, and came to my car. On the side of the car door, gently opened the door for me.

Holding his arm, the two of us came to the front of the Wayne Building.

The Wayne Building is a very magnificent building, inherited from the investment and management of the Wayne family in the past. It is obviously the most famous and representative building in Gotham City. Inside the building, all the elites of the entire Gotham City and even the surrounding cities are gathered. They are here like figures standing in the clouds of the entire city.

And these characters belong to the Wayne family, and they are about to usher in their new masters.

My husband Bruce Wayne.

Bruce looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly said softly to me, "This building was built by my great-grandfather, Alan Wayne."

I turned my head to look at him suspiciously, and looked up at the man in the suit who was holding my arm, "There are a dozen monster stone statues on this building, each of which looks at every intersection entering Gotham City, these Called the Guardian by Allen, my great-grandfather, there is a special observation floor at the top of the building, which is always open to people from the outside.”

His expression became a little complicated, "Maybe, he just wanted to tell the people here that even Wayne Enterprises belong to Gotham."

I was delighted to hear it, and continued to ask gossip, "And then...?"

Bruce: ...

He was a little dumbfounded, "There is nothing after that."

"That's it."

I sighed, "That's a very good thing." It felt like a rich man doing public welfare, and I couldn't help but praise him, "As expected of our flesh-and-blood Wayne family, from great-grandfather A sense of responsibility is written all over the first generation.” It’s a pity that the two of us are thinking about going out to play with cats every day.

Bruce: ...

He seemed to be amused by my words, his blue eyes fell on me, and then he sighed, "Yes, this is a good thing."

Right.

When I heard this, I looked at the mature face of the man in front of me, and felt that he seemed to have fallen into some kind of thinking again. I couldn't help reaching out and pulling him, and then I met his eyes, "It's great, it's worthy of me." It's our Wayne family, but we've been standing here for a long time."

"Honey..." I gritted my back molars and smiled, "You have allowed me to bask in the sun for half an hour since this morning, I think I have enough calcium."

It's enough for the little wife to hint.

He couldn't hold back his laughter and coughed immediately, his blue eyes just bent to look at me, he smiled again and shook his head.

"I don't really want to say, but the people Papa Thomas arranged are still waiting for us."

When he talked about his father, his expression seemed to change again, and then he raised his head to look at the top floor, and his eyes became extraordinarily complicated, "I have never come here with such an identity."

you do not say?Everyone was an intern when they came here!

At that time, when I was greedy for your beauty, you also pretended to be a pure, innocent and poor intern, and sometimes I paid for it every time I went out to watch movies.

I hummed in my heart, but seeing that he was still warm, I leaned against him and sighed, "But I'm so happy."

He looked at me in a daze, and I smiled at him, then just rubbed against his arm, tilted my head and leaned up like this, "It's really nice to hear you tell the story of the Wayne family, There is a kind of joy that I don’t know, like sharing the same story with you, after all, Alan’s great-grandfather is also my great-grandfather.”

The smile on Bruce's face raised slightly, and then he raised his head with some melancholy, "This is also the first time I've told people the story of the Wayne family."

"Really?" I flipped through an old account and tested him, "Is there really no other woman? Like an ex-girlfriend or something."

Bruce: ...

Forget it, a good green tea needs to know that sometimes you can't chase a man too hard.

Holding his arm, I just looked at him and smiled sweetly, and walked into the Wayne Building together. I looked up and saw that the whole building was extraordinarily magnificent and dark. The marble floor and the warm yellow chandelier on the roof add radiance to each other. People around are in a hurry. Everyone is wearing a dark suit. They come and go in a hurry. The person showed a somewhat excited expression.

"Oh, welcome, Master Bruce."

The visitor opened his arms to my husband, and said happily and affectionately, "We finally got you."

"There is also the little lady by your side." He winked at me, and then said with a smile, "You actually came together, you know, when I saw you last time, you were still on vacation on the island Old Thomas quarreled. Said that he would never come back to take over his job, and wanted to stay with his wife on the island all the time."

His expression is a little exaggerated, and he squeezes a smile on his face at Bruce.

Bruce was obviously a little embarrassed by what he said, he glanced at me, and I held his hand, then raised my chin, complained and said angrily, "Because I want to be the wife of the president, Lucius Uncle is really too much."

Lucius Fox laughed. He put his hand on my husband's shoulder and said seriously, "Hi, boy. Do you know how long I've been expecting you to come to this place?"

"I've been waiting for you here for too long."

When he said this, he lowered his voice and smiled at Bruce, "Believe me, there will be many people who welcome you here, but there are also many people who don't welcome you."

It is conceivable that my husband Bruce, the man who is about to inherit the entire Wayne Enterprises, will face such a big challenge.

Such words are so meaningful. When I heard that I held Bruce's hand a little tighter, Bruce naturally noticed it. He froze for a moment, and then turned his head to look at me.

That look was very meaningful, he stared at me quietly for a moment, and the man in a suit and tie just looked at me quietly for a moment.

Then he seemed to hesitate, stretched out his hand to me, took my arm and put me half in his arms.

While the man was still responding to Lucius' words in a low voice, he led me into his territory. I grabbed his suit cuff, half-hidden in his arms, and couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

He lowered his eyes, and I looked at him again, and then Lu Xiu, who was chattering next to me, paused, "Oh...love."

Lucius shrugged, "Then why don't we go and see your future office."

When we came to the office with large floor-to-ceiling windows, Lucius had already briefly introduced the entire Wayne Enterprises. To be honest, I have a hard time remembering the names of foreigners. It can feel that Wayne Enterprises is really a behemoth, and this enterprise that occupies the entire Gotham is about to belong to us.

And I stared at Bruce, who was sitting on the spacious seat with one hand on his mouth, lost in thought.

The other party seems to be thinking about something again at this moment. Since this morning, it feels like my sweetheart will always be in some wonderful contemplation.

I walked over curiously, and before he could react, I sat directly on his lap. The man who was awakened by me raised his head, and then stretched out his hand to help my waist.

"what happened, Babe."

I couldn't help asking curiously, "Do you find it difficult?"

Bruce looked up at me, and after a long silence, he whispered, "No, it's nothing."

I tilted my head in doubt, "What's wrong with you?"

Reaching out and grabbing his tie, I gently brought it in front of me, then looked down at him and asked, "Bruce, can you tell me?"

"I am your wife."

"Is it because of fear?" Because of the sudden change of identity, or because of something else?

He suddenly raised his head to look at me, and freed his tie from my grasp. The man in the dark black suit let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's nothing, it's just too fresh."

From my perspective, I seem to see a touch of melancholy, and subtle and elusive complexities, his blue eyes drooped, "Wayne Enterprises too."

The author has something to say:

Fresh world!

It was the best world in Bruce's dream.

In addition to having an extra wife...