Win Wayne

Wen sobbed and looked up at her.

It was the girl she saw in the mirror in the dance room. Her long black hair was tied behind her head, revealing her slender neck, with a peaceful smile on her face, and her lips were like flower buds that had lost their color.

This pale beauty is disturbing, especially the skin of her arms, where light blue blood vessels can be faintly seen.

This is a girl who reminds people of words such as "high society" and "lady" when she appears.

This is Wendy.

Even with the impatient look on her face, she still looked so proud and noble, and looked at her warmly, then at the door of the master bedroom.

She said, "What the hell?"

Wendy: "..." You're so stupid.

She looked at Wen with a kind of hatred and helplessness, which seemed to be mixed with strange tenderness.

"You are so useless." She said, stretching out her finger and tapping Wen's nose, "I am so swift and decisive, why are you a useless salted fish?"

Wen sobbed and replied: "We, we are complementary—didn't you also say that? So, I, I am not good at all the things you are good at. What's so strange about that?"

After a pause, Wen said in surprise again: "I can, I can see you? Why? Are you, are you real?"

"I'm in your head," Wendy said.

She folded her arms and sat down on the sofa, and Wen clearly saw the subsequent depression of the sofa.

Wen said: "You talk about it the other way around. I am the time-traveler, the time-traveler, and I am the one who came later. It should be said that I am in your brain, in your mind."

"It means the same thing."

"It's not the same," Wen said slowly, "you can, you can kick me out."

Wendy showed an angry expression: "You bastard! Do you think I haven't tried it? I've tried it many times, but every time I drive you away within a few days, you will push the door out from another bedroom."

No matter how hard she tried, the nasty guy would wake up again and swagger into her sight, looking super innocent.

Wen suddenly realized: "So that's really my room. Why don't I remember? Forget it, then—"

"—It doesn't matter." Wendy said, "You are a person who is very good at finding reasons for yourself, Wen, your life is too confusing, I hate you."

Wen thought for a while: "I don't feel surprised or surprised. I really like you, so I also guessed that you hate me. Although you kicked me out several times, I don't remember. I, I I forgive you."

Wendy sneered.

Wen had no choice but to say again: "What are you going to do? If you want to use your body, you shouldn't need my permission, right. My control is under yours."

In other words, Wendy can ignore her wishes at any time and become the one who dominates the body, but Wendy didn't do anything other than sleep deep in her mind. Today is almost the end of the day, so she came out and wandered around for a while.

Wendy didn't answer, but stood up and looked at the sky.

"It's getting dark," she said haughtily, "and I'm going."

She tiptoed into the master bedroom and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Wen couldn't understand Wendy's thoughts: "...What are you doing?"

But it was indeed very late, she didn't bother to think about why Wendy suddenly ran out and then disappeared, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed into her pajamas, and lay down comfortably on the bed.

She closed her eyes, waiting for drowsiness.

temperature:"……"

She opened her eyes, got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the dim light, Wen waited uncertainly for her violent heartbeat to gradually calm down, but the noise in her blood vessels was still obvious. She jumped out of bed under the quilt, turned on the overhead light, and when she turned her head, she saw Wendy proudly s face.

"Sleep phobia," she said maliciously.

temperature:"……"

She repeated the word with glazed eyes: "...sleep phobia."

Is there such an anti-human phobia in this world?Why no one suffers from sun phobia...etc.

Damn it does.

Wen was depressed, she hugged the quilt back to the bed, and asked Wendy pitifully, "How did you solve it before?"

"I don't want to solve it." Wendy said calmly.

Wen couldn't believe it: "Won't you die suddenly if you don't sleep all the time?"

Wendy said: "You can tell by looking at me, no. I won't anyway. But the body will become very weak, and there will be all kinds of strange complications."

She stared at Wen as she said the word "complications."

Wen shyly turned his head away, and said in a low voice, "So what are you doing with so many people... Is it because you can't sleep?"

"No," Wendy replied, "I'm just flirtatious and irresponsible."

Wen automatically understood herself in the opposite direction, and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm not as good as you said."

But Wendy, who was completely ungrateful, disappeared from Wen's sight, leaving Wen hugging the quilt and facing the long night alone.

...Wendy is really right, Wen didn't feel sleepy at all, maybe she's always been sleepy, so she's used to it.After staring for a long time with her eyes open, she got up resignedly, knowing that she had to find something to do.

Xianyu happily took out his mobile phone, and just passed the whole night like this.

Vaguely, Wen seemed to hear a sneer.

She pushed the voice to the back of her mind.

After surviving the night, Wen realized what the real difficulty was - not only did she need to organize her nights, but also her days!

What do ordinary people of this age do?go to school?fall in love?When she was in school, Wen felt forget it, and fell in love... always felt that there was no one in the world who could satisfy her and Wendy's aesthetics at the same time, so she had to skip it.

So what is left to do, work?

How should I put it, people with eyes would not hire her at all. Wen still instinctively rejected looking in the mirror, but it didn't prevent her from pulling up her cuffs and looking at her arms. It was exactly the same as Wendy, with pale skin that could be seen vaguely. to pale blue veins.

Even if you wear long sleeves to cover your arms...Wen recalled Wendy's haughty attitude, and thought that no one would hire her sickly!

At least decent businessmen won't hire them. As for unscrupulous ones, Wen feels he can't handle them.

But they use the same body, so it can be pushed to...

--Why do not you go to hell.

Wen Ruo dismissed the idea nonchalantly.

Dreaming was useless, so she put her back on her shoulders and went out again. This time, she took a bus to a farther place. She originally wanted to take a taxi, but after looking at the narrow environment in the car, Wen felt that it is better not to challenge herself, it is better to travel safely. important.

The terminal is at the Stark Industries headquarters.

Wen got off the bus following the flow of people, and walked around the industrial building a few times slowly, drawing the attention of the security guards: Even though she looks weak, the value of force in this world is not judged by appearance. Know if she is a capable person.

After walking around a few times, Wen finally convinced himself to walk in front of the gate.She took out a Stark Industries interior tour pass from her bag and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard flipped through the ticket several times in surprise: "What is this? I've never seen this thing before."

Wen said, "...but this has Mr. Stark's signature on it."

The security guard glanced at her, probably because she was a little girl, so he didn't refute.He flipped the visiting pass to the back, carefully read the words on the back, and then tentatively placed the visiting pass in front of the card reader in front of the door.

The green light is on.

The door opened.

The security guard was even more surprised, but the door was indeed swiped open by this ticket, and there was indeed Tony Stark's autograph on the ticket. He seemed to have no reason to prevent the little girl from entering the door.

So he took a step back and reported the incident to Mr. Stark's security chief, Happy Hogan.

Happy was right next to Stark when he got the call, trying to talk Tony out of letting him continue as Spider-Man's contact:

"...that kid talks a lot, he can send hundreds of text messages a day, he even wants to tell you about a beautiful girl he meets on the road, and he keeps asking when he can do the big task that only a superhero can do ..."

"...I've had enough of his babbling! Look, Tony, get him whoever is your contact, and I'll just keep working as your driver, and you didn't take an extra job with two jobs anyway. Parts wages……"

Tony perfunctorily turned around and patted Happy on the shoulder: "I know he's a bit of an annoying kid, but I can rest assured only if I leave it to you, Happy, you know I trust you."

"What? I know, but—" His cell phone rang, and this cell phone would never ring casually, so Happy had to pause to connect it, "Hello? You better have something to tell me matter."

He listened to the voice from the other end of the phone, his expression changed from irritability to surprise, and then from surprise to suspicion. He stared closely at Tony and replied, "I'm right beside him, I'll ask him."

Tony said, "What?"

"Downstairs at the Stark Industries headquarters, there is a little girl who opened the door with a 'Stark Industries Internal Tour Pass' signed by you." Happy said, "A very beautiful little girl, black Hair, blue eyes. Do you remember that?"

"Sometimes when I drink too much, I will indeed write notes to pretty girls, promising to invite them to visit the company... But the door is unlocked? No, never." Tony said in surprise, "Is there a video?"

Happy opened the tablet and tapped it a few times before handing it to Tony.He watched the video, then showed a subtle expression, and passed the video to Tony without saying a word.

Tony gave Happy a strange look, even weirder when Happy looked away as his eyes drifted away.

He turned on the video, and Wen's face appeared in front of him.

Tony was also stunned.

"Bruce Wayne's cub?" He was puzzled and had to ask Happy for advice, "Did I remember it wrong or what? Why have I never heard of the Wayne family having a daughter? "