The villain sent me to debut in C position [Comprehensive British and American]

By the time Enid got up from the bed again, Alfred and Bruce had left again.

As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Jason lying on the floor of the living room, his upper body slowly wriggling on the sofa.

"Jason, what are you doing with this posture?"

Enid looked at his posture, feeling a little strange in her heart.

Jason was trying to climb onto the sofa for a while, and didn't notice Enid's presence for a while.

Her voice sounded overhead, and Jason almost jumped up in fright.

"Uh...it's nothing, just exercising."

Exercising on the couch?Is there really such a training method or is she ignorant?

Enid glanced suspiciously at his twisted and concealed posture, but she thoughtfully didn't ask any further questions.

After all, when a child grows up, he will have his own little secret [Tan Shou].

Enid turned her head and asked him again: "Then, Jason, will you go out to play later?"

What?go out to play?

This word made Jason couldn't help but recall the scene where Bruce was hanged and beaten in the training room not long ago, and his whole body shivered violently.

"No, no, didn't we waste enough last night? Why don't we rest at home today and go out tomorrow... right?"

More importantly, even if he wants to go out now, he is exhausted and can't get up at all, so he can only rely on the sofa to barely maintain a side like this.

"How about this, you stay at home, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll bring you food back at noon."

Enid slept on the bed until her bones were almost limp, and she just couldn't wait to go out for a walk.

Before Jason could reply, Enid rushed out, but didn't see that behind her, Jason struggled to get up to stop her, but fell to the ground with a "plop".

Jason fell to the ground exhausted, tears in his eyes.

After all the chicken and eggs, what should Enid do this time if he can't think of going to that bar or encounters something? !His small body is really not resistant to beating...

As soon as Enid went out, she met the old man who called himself "Stan Lee" from last night.

This time, the other party still had two beautiful beauties in his arms, but they were different from the two last time.

But this time, there was another imposing old man standing opposite him. This old man was even more attractive, and beside him were four beauties of different styles.

Seeing this scene, Enid picked up her chin and was about to pass by without squinting.

Who knows, when Stan Lee saw Enid, he was the first to greet her with a smile: "Hey, little girl, I see you again~"

Seeing this, Enid couldn't ignore it, and obediently responded.

"Come here, little girl, come over and judge, me or this old guy, who is the real playboy!"

However, before Stan Lee finished his sentence, he heard a female voice faintly behind him: "Oh? The great playboy Stan Lee?"

Hearing this voice, Stan Lee let go of his hands in shock, and turned around quickly, his skill was so neat that he didn't match his age at all.

He hugged his gray-haired but elegant wife behind him, and walked back: "Hey, Joan, nothing happened just now, I was just joking with Hefner..."

As soon as his wife came, Stan Lee instantly forgot all the other people present, he hugged his wife and was about to go back together.

Abandoned and ignored, Hefner put his arms around the beautiful woman in his arms and looked at his back, speechless for a moment.

When Hefner came back to his senses, he saw Enid on the side, looking her up and down unconsciously with professional eyes: "What's your name? How old are you? Where do you live?"

This girl has good bones, and when she grows up, she will definitely be no less than the cover girl of his Playboy magazine.

Thinking of this, Hefner couldn't help thinking.

Enid, however, was reluctant to disclose her information, and just pointed to the apartment next to her: "I live here."

Hefner looked at the familiar apartment, thought for a long time, and then said in astonishment: "Wait a minute, are you Bruce Wayne's girlfriend? The one who is going to get married?"

Facing this old grandpa's miraculous imagination, Enid was a stalker: "...Bruce is my dad, thank you."

Hefner wiped his forehead.

Phew, it was a false alarm, he almost thought that his old friend was going to attack minors frantically, and he was still wondering if he would have to go to the Gotham Police Station to visit his good friend in the future.

Fortunately fortunately.

But dad?

Hefner was aroused, and the chatterbox was opened: "So you are the daughter of that kid Bruce! By the way, shouldn't you stay in Gotham and not come out? I remember how I used beautiful women to seduce him back then. Come on, why have you come to Los Angeles now? Do you finally feel that the outside world is better?"

Hearing this, Enid wanted to raise her forehead: Why does everyone seem to know that Bruce doesn't like getting out of Gotham...

Of course, from the other party's tone, Enid also guessed that this Hefner must be Bruce's friend, and his tone was not as strict as before.

"I'm just here for the game, Bruce's still in Gotham."

"What? You haven't left yet." Hefner smacked his lips with disappointment on his face: "Obviously the outside world is more exciting, hey, I really don't understand that guy."

He changed the subject: "However, what competition did you participate in, little girl? Tell me, maybe I have some acquaintances?"

Facing the daughter of his friend Bruce Wayne, Hefner's attitude is also very close, and he even offered to provide contacts.

He wasn't afraid that Enid would lie to him, after all, if it wasn't Wayne's daughter, Wayne would have solved it himself.

Enid didn't think as much as he thought: "America's Got Talent."

Hearing this program, Hefner frowned, thought for a long time and even took out his mobile phone to check, but he really couldn't find anyone he knew.

This is awkward.

Especially when he bragged in front of his old friend's daughter.

Hefner's eyes faltered for a moment: "Then what, or..."

He was about to say something when the phone rang, freeing him from this embarrassing situation.

"Hey, I still have something to do, so let's take a step first. If Bruce comes to Los Angeles later, he must let him play with me!"

He waved his hand to Enid, and hurriedly left with the four beauties around him, as if some beast was chasing him.

Enid was a little confused by his reaction, but she didn't take it seriously.

She was going to look around to see if there were any souvenirs that she could bring back for Bruce and Alfred.

Suddenly, Enid's ears moved slightly.

Seems like someone is calling for help?

Her eyes flicked to the ground, she stared in one direction, and then ran all the way there.

The destination was a luxurious apartment no less than her own home. As soon as Enid looked up, she saw a funny scene——

A little boy got his head stuck between the railings of the balcony on the second floor, unable to advance or retreat, his big eyes were full of grievances.

Patrick Schwarzenegger, who was only thirteen, was very aggrieved. He just watched a video of someone not getting through the middle of the railing, so he suddenly wanted to follow the trend and take a selfie to climb the railing. By the way, after he succeeded, he released the video to laugh at the loser.

However, what he didn't expect was that the camera was set up and the clothes were perfectly styled, but at the last step... he sprained his foot.

Realizing the feeling of being stuck in the neck, Patrick couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

He knew it was not good to follow the trend, but he didn't expect the consequences of following the trend to be so tragic? !

It's a pity that the family members have gone out at this moment, and even the bodyguards were deliberately removed by him.

He was left alone, desperately shouting for help, trying to summon someone to save the poor, weak and innocent him.

Just when he was about to despair, Enid suddenly appeared.

"Then how much help do you need?" She opened her mouth and asked.

"What?" Patrick didn't understand what that meant.

What the hell?Is the help divided into degrees these days?

Enid blinked her eyes wide: "Well, mild help is to call your parents for you, moderate help is to call 911 for you, and severe help is to let you out without the help of others."

Patrick: What the hell? !

"Then, the last one..."

He was really fed up with the damn railing, and more importantly, he didn't want his parents or the media to know about his embarrassment.

Although he didn't have much expectation in his heart, it was better to be with someone than to be embarrassed alone.

Before he had time to think about it, he saw Enid take a few steps back - start running - sprint - "suddenly" leap over the high wall and land successfully.

Patrick looked dull: Wait a minute, am I really in the same world as this young lady? !

Just as he was about to exclaim, Enid didn't stop moving.

She took advantage of the rockery on the ground, jumped up, grabbed the railing, and flipped up without muddling. The next second, the other party had already landed beside him.

This series of flowing, crisp and handsome movements made Patrick's hands tightly hooked to the railing, and his eyes sparkled.

It's a pity that before the voice in his mouth came out, he first experienced the feeling of being strangled by the railing of fate.

Seeing his expression, Enid thought he was in a hurry to come out, so she comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll help you out right away."

Patrick's throat recovered slightly, and he was about to ask. The next moment, he stared dumbfounded at Enid holding the railing that clamped his throat, and with both hands——

With a "crash", the iron railing broke easily like a piece of wood.

Patrick, who got rid of the railing, couldn't help stretching out his hands, and imitated Enid's handsome and explosive movement, and then used his hands hard.

And after 3 minutes passed, the iron railing in his hand remained still.

Patrick: This is embarrassing...

Enid just patted his head with a smile.

The author has something to say: Completion √ If there are no accidents today, there should be a new chapter... What's the matter? QAQ