After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

[So, what did you find? 】

Hilda's voice was received and analyzed by artificial intelligence, stirring up bursts of data streams.

——Do you want to tell her the information he captured and the maximum probability obtained through various calculations?The artificial intelligence fell into a difficult thought. According to the routine, he should tell Hilda everything he analyzed. After all, Hilda is his master anyway, and the two of them have related interests and even live together as one.

However, when he tried to calculate the possible results of his actions, he fell into hesitation.Because according to his calculations, if he just told Hilda the news according to the routine, then there is a 82.6% chance that the relationship between her and Bruce Wayne will collapse, and Hilda will choose to take the one that she ignores at the moment The original path, but Xiaolan...he found that he didn't want that ending.

Therefore, the best result that can be calculated according to the program is to keep silent. Only without him as a variable can everything develop towards a more friendly ending.

[...I didn't find anything. 】The voice of the artificial intelligence is extremely calm and natural—no one knows that this is the first time that an artificial intelligence life has lied to Hilda, 【This is just my intuition. 】

[Oh,] Hilda almost laughed out loud, [This is the first time I've heard that artificial intelligence has intuition. 】

[Why can't there be? 】Xiaolan replied in a low voice,【Although you created me, you don’t understand me...Since I am an intelligent creature, then I will be the same as other intelligent creatures, possessing wisdom, feelings, selfishness, and... …intuition. 】

Hilda said nothing.

Xiaolan was unwilling to be lonely: 【Do you think this is a good thing?Or is it a bad thing? 】

"Good thing," replied Hilda casually, "Congratulations on becoming more intelligent. 】

Xiaolan lowered her voice: 【Thank you, master, I also think... this is a good thing. 】

"...Okay, Miss Hilda." The old butler glanced at the time, packed the medicine box, and said to her happily, "Please come with me, and I will take you upstairs to the study."

"Okay." Hilda stood up, ignoring the vague artificial intelligence, all she could think about was the figure of Bruce Wayne, and she didn't know what his expression was like at the moment—whether he was thinking about it Do you feel sad for your momentary cowardice?Maybe it was because of this that he locked the door tightly, maybe he would hide and cry...

Hilda remembered the red-eyed Bruce she had seen before, and unconsciously licked the dry corners of her lips.

The old butler had no idea what kind of waste Hilda was full of. He had already counted the time. According to his understanding of Bruce, he must have been sitting in the study at this moment, adjusting his state.

The butler took out the spare key, then tentatively pressed down on the doorknob, deliberately showing a look of surprise, turned around and said softly to Hilda: "Ah, it seems that the master didn't lock the door today."

Hilda had no doubts.

So the butler knocked lightly on the door twice, then opened the door with a smile, and met Bruce who had just had no time to react, his eyes widened slightly: "Good afternoon, master, Miss Hilda wants to see you."

If Bruce was just a little surprised when he felt the strange behavior of the butler, then when he saw the face protruding from behind the butler, Bruce was really frightened.

Although it was only a short second, his body was indeed stiff at that moment—the study room can almost be regarded as the most secret room in Wayne Manor, and Dick and Jason are rarely able to enter, let alone... don't know him Hilda with a double identity.

Bruce immediately understood the old butler's little "punishment".

"Hilda?" He pretended to be ignorant, with surprise on his face, "When did you come?"

"Just now," said Hilda, and strode towards him with a concerned look on her face. "How are you? Are you hurt?" "

Bruce lowered his head, looked at her quietly with those blue eyes for a while, and then said slowly, "I... maybe a little bit closer, I will never see you again, dear, thinking of this , I felt a burst of... heart palpitations."

He looked gloomy, and for some reason, his hands were a little cold, and Hilda could even feel his heart beating a little faster—poor Bruce, he must have recalled everything he suffered today.

She originally wanted to ask where Bruce went after he escaped from the annex, but now seeing his pitiful appearance, Hilda couldn't bear to ask anymore—after all, who can be frightened by his lover? Asking such a puzzling question under the circumstances?

Anyway, those things are already in the past, in Hilda's view, it doesn't matter at all, the most important thing is Bruce's mood...

She hugged Bruce quickly and patted his back reassuringly.Although due to the height problem, this behavior seemed a little weird, but no one cared about it—except for Alfred who stood aside with a slightly subtle expression.

Hilda's face was full of distress: "Poor Bruce, I blame that damn clown, but don't worry, I have already taught him a serious lesson, and he will never come out to make trouble again. From now on, I will I will protect you well and never let you get hurt."

"Hilda..." Bruce was moved, and he lowered his head, as if he wanted to kiss her.

"Cough cough." The old butler who stood aside and couldn't bear to watch his master's unusual performance couldn't help coughing twice.

Bruce stopped his movements. Under Hilda's disappointed eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes, and finally he lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Let's go downstairs." He said, "Jason is also downstairs, right? My unqualified father should also go down to meet him."

Hilda took his hand and squeezed it: "You are not an unqualified father."

The two of them followed the butler and walked downstairs along the corridor.

"You treat me like this..." He leaned closer to Hilda, eyes flickering, and said softly, "I will never be able to leave you."

"Then you never leave me," Hilda replied immediately.

Bruce laughed twice: "Of course I won't, my dear. You don't know how much I need you. If I could, I really hope to watch you all the time, but I think...you will definitely do this for me. It's almost morbid... dependent and bored."

"I'll never get bored with you." She replied meaningfully, moved the hand holding Bruce, and gently scratched his palm, "You know, I thought you were hiding alone In the study, is there any little secret that is being kept from me."

Bruce took a breath: "...what little secret?"

"Like," said Hilda, "are you hiding in your room and crying quietly?"

Bruce's heart was gently put back, and at the same time, he felt a little amused by Hilda's unexpected guess: "... I am a man anyway... Ever since I became an adult, I have never Never cried."

"Really?" Hilda's eyes were deep, and she gave him a meaningful glance, "I, no, believe it."

The moment they looked at each other, memories flashed into his mind like lightning and flint. Bruce suddenly understood the full meaning of her eyes, and at the same time recalled... the physical tears that were licked away, the ten fingers that were clasped, and some kind that was almost imprinted on her face. A sense of drowning at the nerve endings.

His expression froze, and his ears burned instantly, causing Bruce Wayne's mask to tear apart in embarrassment.

He was speechless for a while, and even more concerned about the old housekeeper walking in front, he couldn't help but raise his other free hand, silently covering half of his face, only showing his slightly pursed lips.

However, Hilda refused to let him go easily. She had just held his hand, but now she deliberately spread it out. Her fingers slowly but unquestionably passed through his fingers, as if she deliberately wanted to evoke some memories of him.

She turned her face sideways, with a smirk at the corner of her mouth: "What's the matter, Bruce?"

Bruce's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he glanced at Hilda almost begging for mercy: "...Don't make trouble, Ah Fu is still ahead."

It's strange to say that Bruce Wayne's character design has never been compatible with innocence, but maybe it's because he has pretended to be weak in front of Hilda a few times, or maybe it's because Hilda always relies on a Dare to say anything recklessly, causing Bruce to be inexplicably disadvantaged in front of Hilda, and he will always continue the previous weak personality and become thin-faced.

"Okay," Hilda stared at him with satisfaction for a while, then sighed with feigned regret, and then changed the subject, "But..."

Bruce waited intently for the second half of her sentence.

"... not crying is not a good thing," said Hilda, "not crying, emotional depression, not good for health at all."

Bruce was a little relieved. He didn't expect Hilda to suddenly become serious. He was surprised when he heard Hilda's next sentence.

"...So, we should find some suitable occasions that won't damage your masculinity, to make you shed tears, soothe your emotions, and keep you healthy." She said solemnly, "In this way, everyone is happy, isn't it great? ?"

--really.

Bruce turned his face away and looked at Jason who was sitting not far away: "Jason, are you okay?"

Hilda didn't get his answer, and didn't care. She just looked at his red ears with a smile for a while, and stretched out her hand to touch it lightly, stirring up a small upside-down hair.

She let go of Bruce's hand, watched him walk around the back of the sofa with a calm face, sat on it, and then lay down behind him, still holding his neck indifferently, and hugging him.

Bruce turned his face sideways: "Hilda, you first..."

Close at hand, Hilda gave him a crisp kiss with a "pop".

Jason jumped up: "I'm so tired! I'm going back to my room to sleep!"

——Please, please, please, please, this couple stop showing their affection in front of children, okay? !