Schizophrenia

From a psychological point of view, Bruce feels that Jacob lacks love, and needs someone to teach him the three views, trust him to love him, supervise him throughout the process, and give him the correct education.This task should not be done by a man, but by a kind and considerate woman.

After careful screening, Bruce settled on a woman who worked in a nursery.Miss Pedro is just 25 this year, young and patient with children.With this in mind, Bruce designed a series of coincidences and successfully brought him home within the first month of their acquaintance.

Jason called his good brother Dick and got Dick who couldn't breathe from laughing for nearly 5 minutes in return.

Miss Pedro came to have dinner, probably because Bruce expressed his intention to get married in advance, and Alfred made a very rich dinner.Jason and Dick were even overwhelmed, head-to-head and quietly underestimating Bruce's hormonal outburst tonight, and Jacob's unhappy face the whole time.

"So that's the case, hahaha." During the period, Bruce made Miss Pedro laugh out loud with wit and wit, and carefully wiped away the tears from the laughter.Even so, Miss Pedro did not forget to take care of the little ones around her, although one of them was obviously unhappy: "Then Jack is really a smart kid."

"Compare me to Jack." Jacob said with a straight face, pushing aside the food that Pedro had put on his plate.He made a statement several times throughout the night, but Miss Pedro pretended not to hear it. Bruce also laughed at the development of the matter, and did not always follow Jacob.

This recognition made Jacob very irritable.

"Sorry, I made him a bit rude." Bruce smiled and apologized to Miss Pedro, "I just brought him home a few days ago, so this child is very repulsive to me now. Just listen For his brother, it might be better when he is older."

"It doesn't matter," he said connivingly, "Most children are like this, it'll be fine if you get familiar with them."

"Speaking of which, you seem to be working at a school," Bruce showed a gentlemanly smile, "I must be very experienced in this, and I have to learn more from you." He ignored Jacob's stinky face , the standard smile on his face was drawn as if drawn with a ruler, "Do you have any experience to pass on?"

"So Mr. Wayne also has such troubles? I thought you could handle everything with ease." Miss Pedro didn't know what kind of joke was poked, so she laughed out loud, "It's nothing Ah, just play patiently with them, they will be very happy."

Dick lowered his head, trying to focus all his attention on the plate, to ignore Jacob's stinky face, and suppressed his almost unbearable laughter by the way.He felt that his abs were about to be laughed out. Although he already had abs, it wouldn't delay him from going further, right?

"If you dare to play those mentally retarded games with me," Jacob watched Dick avoid his realization, knowing that the other party would not speak for him, "I will tell the world your secret!" He seemed to really I was so angry that my eyes started to turn red, "I hate it the most!"

Dick watched Jacob jump up from the stool, raised his hand and overturned the dinner plate in front of him.

Oh, poor Jason, it's unlucky to have to sit opposite Jacob...

"It's the most annoying," Jacob's eyes welled up with tears, "Bruce? Wayne!"

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Dick spent the first week of the holiday very happily, watching the various pursuits of Master Wayne being disturbed by the brats.In the evening, as a magician, I followed Batman and the second-generation Robin to watch the night. When I arrived at the mansion, a little girl helped him warm his bed early.

Life could not be more comfortable.

Until a group of lawyers came to the Wayne House and asked to see Mr. Grayson by name.

"Wait, will?" Dick was really frightened. He stared at the lawyer in a straight suit opposite him with wide eyes. Just give it to me?"

"It's not your biological parents," said the lawyer on the opposite side in a good-tempered manner, "it's Mr. Jacob Ann's will."

Dick subconsciously looked at the little devil who was being embraced by him. The other party was playing Rubik's Cube without raising his head: "So, he's dead?" Rumors about his death can be relied on.

"Mr. An has been missing for a year," the leading lawyer pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "According to the conditions of opening the will, we have found you."

She looked dazed, as if she helped someone buy a lottery ticket but won a big prize.

Jason sat aside and whistled. For the first time, he knew that his new big brother was so powerful and had an affair with the director of ST.The will, which is only passed on to relatives, can still take the turn of his elder brother.

"So, what did the will say?" Dick was really confused. He naturally knew that Ann would be back in two years, but others didn't know.

"ST Group belongs to Mr. An, 70.00% of the shares will be inherited by you, 20.00% will be handed over to Ms. Rosalind Black, and the remaining [-]% will be bought at the market price to Mr. Bruce Wayne." The lawyer tweeted Pushing the glasses, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Wait, who?" Bruce and Dick said in unison, hearing an impossible name inside.

"Miss Black," the lawyer seemed to know what they were surprised about, but he didn't intend to explain, "All real estate will be sold at market value, and all proceeds will be used as charitable funds to transform Gotham City." He said, The lawyer handed Dick a dozen documents.

Dick looked at the copy at the top of the document, looked at the familiar handwriting, was silent for three seconds, but still couldn't hold back, and burst out swearing.

The date on the copy was clear, and Dick clearly remembered that the day after this date was the time when he first stepped into the magician's secret base.

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