After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda felt that she must be in the wrong position in her dream.

Her back was pressed against the door panel, her expression was mixed with dullness and doubt, and she hadn't been freed from the sense of unreality that hit her face yet.It's like dreaming that you became the president of the United States, and you wake up laughing at yourself, and then you open the door and there are a series of politicians who appear on TV. You are still wondering if you have committed something, but the other party respectfully You said: Your Majesty, you should be enthroned--ah, Mr. President, you should go to your official duties.

And your mind is full of question marks: When did I participate in the election? ? ?

In the same way, Hilda's thoughts at the moment are: When did I contact Bruce?How does he know that I live here? ?

However, soon, she ruled out the unrealistic idea of ​​"the assist from the penguin", and locked her eyes on the bedroom door.

She swept through the Baroque-style living room like a whirlwind, and rushed to the bed with quilts like waves like a tiger descending from the mountain. She fumbled for the mobile phone she didn't know where she lost between the feather pillow and the soft layered quilt—— Hilda now looks almost like an avid adventurer caught in the gold rush of the last century.

She finally found the phone, lying on the bed and lighting up the screen in a pious gesture:

The name [AAA blue-eyed Brucey baby] at the top of the recent call is particularly conspicuous.

Hilda choked for a moment, and clicked on the specific call details, which showed the duration of the call: 9 minutes and 26 seconds

——This is the 9 minutes and 26 seconds that silently evaporated in her life.

She put down her phone, hugged her head, and painfully began to think about what happened in the long 9 minutes—could it be that she had the audacity to invite Bruce to her residence during these mysterious 9 minutes?This is too... I didn't expect her to be this kind of person.Hilda thought complicatedly:

--here you go!Hilda!As expected of me!

No!Now is not the time to be complacent!

She sat up and tried to get back the evaporated memory, but after thinking about it, she still couldn't recall what happened. Instead, she remembered another frightening thing:... Did she lock Bruce up just now? Went outside the door, lean on, lean on, lean on! ! ! !

Making the decision to approach Hilda as Bruce Wayne turned out to be far less difficult than he had imagined.

When he made the call and heard Hilda Walker's voice, the words that had been drafted in his mind were equally effortless, and they came out of Bruce Wayne's mouth—as if those words were what he wanted to say. It just became smoother under the cover of the "plan".

However, even though he listed all Hilda's reactions, he never thought that he would be defeated at the moment of entering the door.

What should he say?

Only in the matter of surprising him, she never surprised him.

Originally planned to show Hilda a three-dimensional "Bruce Wayne" image with his 120-point playboy acting skills. Bruce even sprayed perfume on the shape and picked flowers himself—the result Woolen cloth?Seeing Hilda's expression of seeing a ghost, he can probably guess what's going on: there is no need to doubt, she probably doesn't remember receiving a phone call at all.

He sighed silently in his heart, and stood patiently in front of the door, hugging the flowers while thinking about how long it would take for Hilda to realize that he was still locked out.It shouldn't be long, he thought, staring at the door and silently counting down: five, four, three...

The door opened.

Hilda stood in front of him, gave him a perfect smile, and then took the flowers in his hand very naturally.

——Oh, he raised his eyebrows, it seems that he intends to pretend nothing happened, what should I say?Bruce didn't think her reaction was surprising at all.

"Oh," said Hilda, sniffing the flowers, "look at you, come here, why do you bring roses...roses...flowers?"

She blinked blankly, and suddenly looked at Bruce with a heavy face: "Well, I admit, I have amnesia."

Bruce: ...It's a familiar routine.

"I lost the memory of our phone call," she said with a heavy expression on her face, "so I have to confirm with you, did what happened on our phone... something more...important?"

"Important?" Bruce asked.

Hilda will not be intimidated by this rhetorical question. She has always been blunt: "It is something that affects our lives. For example, I confess to you and you agree to it with a flick of your head. I think it is very important. of."

Bruce's smile was in his throat, he held back, and pretended to cough twice: "Well, what you said didn't happen."

Hilda's face collapsed: "Oh."

"But another thing happened." He pretended to be dismissive. "I went back and thought about it for a long time, and then I told you what I thought on the phone in the morning. I thought-we might try it."

"...try what?"

Bruce's smiling eyes are like lakes on a sunny day: "Date?"

Hilda looked at him, a little hard to react.She hugged the bouquet of white roses, and looked at Bruce quietly for a while, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Bruce's tie, and he bent down cooperatively, allowing her to kiss him half forcefully and half tentatively lips, brown eyes watching his reaction without blinking.

The bouquet was squeezed between them, making a crackling sound, and the aroma of roses lingered between their lips and teeth.

After a while, he seemed a little uncomfortable, and slowly lowered his eyelashes, covering the eyes that fascinated Hilda.

But he didn't try to refuse, this was the best answer.

However, at this moment, the door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened, and a red-haired girl gracefully pushed open the door of the apartment with her foot on the sky. The tall man who was about to come out behind her pushed back: "Hey, my dear, this scene is not suitable for you to go out." Her voice was sexy and charming, Hilda subconsciously turned her head, looked at her, and at the same time unconsciously Let go of your hand and end the kiss.

It's a pity that the woman's movements were too slow, the man behind her had already seen Bruce and Hilda's intimate behavior, and whispered to the red-haired woman with some helplessness: "...what age do you think I am - just a Just kisses."

His voice was already very low, but unfortunately there wasn't any ordinary person present.

Bruce pretended he didn't hear, glanced at the two people lightly, bowed his head and said to Hilda in a voice that everyone could hear: "...Maybe I should have bought this building before I came here...but now It's not too late, I'll make a call later, Hilda."

Everyone: "..."

The tall man stared at Bruce in astonishment, unable to understand why he wanted to buy the property because of a sudden disagreement: just for a kiss? ... This style reminded him of another person.

Hilda turned around and pushed him in: "No need, let's go in Bruce, really."

——Buy this building?Isn't this a waste of money?This is the staff housing that Penguin gave away for free!

He seemed to be a little reluctant, and seemed to think it would be fun to be pushed in by Hilda, so he followed her force, tilted his head back slightly, and looked at the tall man.

... Then he was completely pushed in, the door was completely closed with a "bang", and the corridor was quiet again.

The man watched the door thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" the red-haired beauty asked softly, "Do you also think that girl is not simple, Captain?"

Captain America—Steve Rogers shook his head: "...No, I think that man..." He paused, "Maybe it's just my illusion."

Across the wall, Hilda has already greeted Bruce to sit on the red court retro-style sofa in the living room.Then he put the white rose in his hand into a sky blue vase on the high cabinet at the entrance.

"Is this your new house? Hilda." Bruce asked, he didn't look around casually, his eyes just followed Hilda's movements, appearing affectionate.

It's a pity that Hilda didn't realize this at all. She was still thinking about the iconic kiss just now. She was interrupted by the neighbor just now and didn't say what she wanted to say. Now she is holding back a bunch of words. How can I pay attention to these details?

"It doesn't count." She replied casually, "It's just a casual stay. The transportation here is more convenient."

"so……"

"So!" Hilda couldn't hold back anymore, and turned to look at him, "You promised to be with me, is that what you mean?"

Bruce watched her with a smile.

He didn't say anything affirmative or negative, just hinted to Hilda that everything was as she thought.

If Martina had been present, she would have immediately realized what a common scumbag routine this is. Unfortunately, she is not here at this moment. Only Hilda, who has never seen the dirty routines of human beings, is here.

Her eyes slowly lit up because of his acquiescence.

"That means, now you are mine." Hilda made a decisive judgment, "My Bruce Wayne."

Bruce's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed that something had changed in the dark after she said these words.

Something indescribable happened, yet nothing seemed to change on Earth.

At this moment, only Bruce Wayne felt something was wrong, and he even began to wonder if his move was completely wrong.It's a pity that before he could really think of something, something happened that made him even more inattentive to think——

Hilda went around the coffee table and pressed his shoulder with one hand. When Bruce looked up at her suspiciously, she raised one leg and straddled him without hesitation. The two legs were on both sides of him, with knees bent and straddling him. On his body, infinitely close to his body.

Bruce: "!"

He widened his eyes and wanted to stop: "Wait..."

Hilda held his face, and kissed him on the forehead. It didn't look like she was thinking of something inappropriate for children, but like a miser who was satisfied with the gold coins he had accumulated in the middle of the night. .

Bruce: "..." What did he say?When it comes to surprising people, Hilda never surprises people.

Bruce wanted to laugh a little: "What do you mean?"

"Stamp!" Hilda didn't hesitate.

He couldn't help laughing, and unconsciously put his hand on her waist, obediently kept his head up, and looked at her quietly.

Hilda held Bruce's face and admired his face inch by inch. She looked at it so seriously, as if she wanted to engrave this face deeply in her heart.

Silence spread silently.

Hilda lowered her head, and gently pressed another kiss on the place where she had "stamped", then lifted it up lingeringly, and then fell between his brows, as if she wanted to kiss his entire face all over.

Bruce laughed at the fiery and pure love of teenagers. He doesn't hate this kind of emotion, but maybe because he has been away from adolescence for too long, and his subsequent love experiences are often elegant and rational, it is difficult to be accepted by Hill at this moment up to infection.

However, he did not resist such passionate feelings, but calmly waited for the last real kiss that was destined to fall.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong again.

He glanced at Hilda in surprise, then subconsciously closed his eyes—Hilda's kiss landed on his eyes.The warm breath fell on the most vulnerable place, Bruce held his breath subconsciously, his eyes fluttered uncomfortably under her breath, silently waiting for the end.

"My blue eyes." Hilda lowered her voice, but couldn't suppress the pride and pride in her tone, "My sapphire."

Bruce froze for a moment, then smiled: "...Am I still your blue eyes? I thought you've seen enough blue eyes."

What's so special about blue eyes?Regardless of the United States, if you talk about Gotham alone, blue eyes are everywhere, but people with non-blue eyes are a minority. …Even the little Daily Planet reporter they met that night had pure blue eyes—so in a way, the nickname was meaningless.

"But I only met one Bruce Wayne." Hilda said without hesitation, "My Bruce Wayne."

Bruce laughed out loud, he didn't even understand his emotions at the moment, he just raised a hand, covered the hand that Hilda was holding his cheek, and rubbed it lightly - this action, if changed It will only look weird and awkward for any adult male to do it. Only Bruce Wayne, the Gotham Prince Bruce Baby who will never eat the fireworks in the hearts of Gotham people, can make it without any sense of disobedience. This action only makes the dependent feel flattered.

... When a vigilant black cat finally let go of its vigilance, and rubs your fingertips affectionately and tentatively, even though you can see the scrutiny and vigilance hidden in his squinted blue eyes, you can see His tense body is always ready to escape, and who can really keep calm rationally?

Neither can Hilda.

Excited, she leaned over and hugged Bruce's entire head.

Bruce: "..."

Hilda looked happy: "I'm so happy, Bruce!"

No matter how happy you are, you can't just waste time like this.

While comforting Hilda's emotions, Bruce withdrew slowly. He tried not to care about the dangerous posture of Hilda still clinging to him. He kissed the corner of her lips and calmly moved his The tie came out from between the rubs of her fingers: really, maybe Hilda shouldn't be wearing a tie.

"Did you not eat in the morning?" He said softly, "It's noon now, aren't you hungry, why don't we go have lunch together?"

Hilda thought for a while: "...It's ok, but I'm not very familiar with this place. Shall we still go to the restaurant we went to last time?"

"No, how can I go to the place I've been to before? Besides, it's already noon—"

Bruce glanced at his watch pretendingly, and then slowly made his suggestion:

"—How about we go to the nearby Bingshan restaurant for dinner?"