Win Wayne

Bruce was the first of all to notice Wen.

He watched the whole process of Wen looking at Tim and Damian, and of course he didn't miss the eye confrontation between Wen Wen and Damian.

Even though the pair hadn't even had their first conversation, for some reason, Bruce's brow was starting to ache for some foreseeable future.

The whole family has learned how annoying Damian's character is. Fortunately, Damian is still young, and he can correct it faster than they imagined. If Wen is willing to forbear and regress, maybe time will let Wen Gradually realize Damian's strengths - but will Wen hold back and retreat?

Unlike Dick, who was rather blindly optimistic about Wen, Bruce had seen Wen angry and hysterical, and this daughter from the parallel world was far more difficult than anyone in the family.

At least even Damian with the worst personality, when you talk to him, you can follow his logic and figure out why you make him angry.

But Wen... Perhaps because of the disease, her mood changes so frequently and inexplicably, in Bruce's eyes, they are no different from random numbers.

The more elusive she was, the less Bruce dared to act rashly.

Who knew that she would suddenly explode for some reason he couldn't figure out?

It was only when Wen walked in front of him that Bruce gave her a standard friendly smile as if he had just discovered Wen: "Do you like your room, Wen?"

"The room is beautiful, thank you." Wen still wouldn't reach out to hit the smiling face most of the time, "But it may not suit my habit, if possible, I would like to make a little change."

"As you like." There is nothing that cannot be agreed to this small request, Bruce said without hesitation, "I will inform you as soon as possible."

Wen nodded, but didn't say exactly how to remodel the room.

The living room downstairs in Wayne's main house is very large, and the layout is different from Wen's small apartment in New York.Her small apartment is very conventional, with sofas placed against the wall, a long sofa and two short sofas, forming a "C" shape, but this arrangement is obviously impossible to apply to the living room of Wayne's main house.

The living room of Wayne's main house is just like the luxurious castle in the British TV series. Two very long sofas are placed facing each other, and there is a long table in the middle. The sofa and the long table form a right angle with the luxurious fireplace on the wall not far away.

Wen hadn't seen a fireplace in real life yet, and couldn't help staring at it for a while longer.

She looked back and looked at the two sofas facing each other. Bruce sat in the middle of one sofa, Dick, Tim and Damian sat opposite him, Dick and Tim were closer, Damian Then she sat farther away from her two elder brothers, and there was just a gap in the middle that was big enough to accommodate her.

Pooh.

Who wants to sit with the stinky brother.

Wen chose Bruce's sofa without any hesitation, and she walked over with a clear goal. Finally, a little surprised look appeared on Bruce's face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then sat next to him.

...Yes, he was sitting in the middle of the sofa before, and his sitting posture was a matter of course.

It feels like—like he is the supreme master of the entire castle, and everyone else is his subordinates who inspect and examine, his loyal vassals.

While that's certainly true, once you put that clarity on the table, normal things don't seem normal.

The relationship between superiors and subordinates in this big house is too clear. The family sits on the sofa in the living room. The layout is rigorous and full of aesthetics. The relationship and boundaries between people are as clear as they are in a movie.

Now that Bruce had stepped aside a bit, and with Win sitting next to him, the two of them looked as if they were sitting fairly on the throne.

Damn, when I was a bystander, I felt speechless just watching this scene, but after I really joined... It seems that the overall atmosphere is not as breath-taking as when she stood by and watched?

Wen was a little uncomfortable with the long silence at the scene.

She adjusted her posture several times before she felt that she was sitting more comfortably.

Wyn looked up from her seat, belatedly realizing that she was almost facing Tim now, and Tim was staring at her like nothing of a child.

He looks so smart.

In fact, everyone in this room looks very smart. Bruce's smartness is still clear after being covered up by his frivolity and carelessness. Ann, there is also a strange sophistication and reason wrapped in the arrogant fart.

And Tim's cleverness is not obvious at first glance. There is a kind of taciturn forbearance in his cleverness, which is faintly visible behind a fine veil.

Wen happily gave Tim a smile.

"What are we going to do now?" She happily tapped the floor with her toes, "What do people usually do when they meet for the first time? A detailed self-introduction? Play some games first to get closer? Or do we go straight now? How about the meal?"

Dick quickly answered, "We're all fine!"

Bruce lagged a little behind: "See which one you like, Wen."

"I like no one bothering me." Wen said, "It seems that you don't have much experience, well, I don't have experience in dealing with this kind of thing either... Shall we briefly introduce ourselves first?"

Passed unanimously.

So Wen quickly got to know her "family members".

Dick is now a small policeman in Bluhaven. His salary is very low and his work is very busy and he doesn’t have much time off. His favorite food is cereal, because it’s easy to make and tastes good no matter how he cooks it. About the same age, Wen noted that Dick had said that he was good at hand-to-hand combat—not an outlier considering his profession.

Unremarkable, Win summed up Dick's self-introduction.

Of course, this is not to deny his charm. The standard of this "ordinary" is also very high, just like it is very common for a rich man to have a garage full of luxury cars. A young man like him owns Such a rich life is unremarkable.

Tim is still studying and has participated in many school activities. His biggest hobbies and what he is best at are related to high technology. Tim used a lot of professional vocabulary when talking about this passage, and Wen actually understood all of them.

Those he is good at have intersections with many research projects of the Stark Group. In other words, this young boy is very likely to become a top-level arms manufacturer in the future.

Or business predators - Tim mentioned that he is now involved in some of the work of the Wayne Group. Although he said very little and was quite understated, the gold content was equally astonishing.

Damn how old he is, even if Wen doesn't understand the situation of most people, he still knows that this is definitely not the daily life of an ordinary little boy!

But from another perspective, as the adopted son of the Wayne family, and he is obviously a high IQ talent, then the family environment can and is willing to provide him with enough educational and practical opportunities...

The situation is unreasonable.

But the logic of the development of the whole incident is very reasonable.

Tim's self-introduction can still be judged as "average". Some geniuses can graduate with a Ph.D. at the age of twelve or thirteen. Set then things become very ordinary.

Wen was expecting to find something "unreasonable" in their self-introductions, but both Dick and Tim's speeches were watertight... rare, but they were tight.

The impatient Wen was a little tired of the process.

When the self-introduction was carried on to Damian, the change that Wen was expecting finally appeared. The stinky brother stared at her indifferently, and let out a contemptuous snort from his nasal cavity.

"I don't have anything to introduce," he said defiantly, "you—you can't understand."

Sure enough, just as Wen imagined, it was useless to ask Dick or Tim. These two people were very careful. Only Damian, who never concealed his bad temper, was the breakthrough of the whole family.

Bruce moves, and Wingo smiles and grabs his arm before he can say anything—damn?

Oh shit? ? ?

Wen squeezed Bruce's arm with a bit of strength. This action was a subconscious action without thinking. After doing it, she felt as if she had done something weird... If this action was placed on a stranger It's a real choice between flirting or sexual harassment!

But Bruce is her "father," so there's no alternative.

However, this identity will only make her movements more abrupt and weird.

Didn't you see that even Bruce was startled, his arms were completely tense, he just wanted to withdraw his hand out of reflex, he definitely wanted to shake off her fingers reflexively!

Wen didn't dare to look back to see the expressions and reactions of the "brothers" sitting across from him.

"...I heard that you are a top extreme sports enthusiast, Mr. Wayne," Wen said dryly, "Judging from the muscles on your arms, you really deserve your reputation..."

Bruce replied nasally, "Yeah."

His arms were still tense.

"May I know what your favorite event is?" Wen racked his brains to find a topic, "Cliff diving? Free-hand climbing? Deep diving without equipment, or skydiving?"

Bruce looks at her.

His blue eyes are cold in color, a cool color, but his eyes are very warm.

"Skydiving," he said.

temperature:"……"

Damn, she really couldn't ignore the hidden hint behind this sentence, she couldn't understand why she could understand his hint from Bruce's short answer.

"What a coincidence, this happens to be my favorite project." Wen Youyou said, "I think we have a lot in common besides blood relationship."

She let go silently.

Bruce raised his eyebrows. Damn, this action is damn like Wendy: "I'm not surprised."

Then he rolled up his cuffs, exposing his strong arms, and made a joking movement of his arms. The streamlined muscles were squeezed into blocks, and he slowly straightened his arms, and the tense muscles slowly relaxed.

He said: "I have a very good fitness habit, honey, don't take the media bullshit too seriously."

temperature:"……"

This doesn't seem like something you'd say to your daughter, does it?This seems to be what you should say when flirting with a woman, right?