Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

At seven o'clock in the evening, Clark, who finally came home from get off work, finally met Vera, who had been away for four days.

To say it was a meeting, it would be better to say that he heard the lively conversation coming from the house after he got home from get off work and before he opened the door.

"Vera Senna!"

Mrs. Wigner was yelling, "Put down your damn coffee and Coke! It's night and you want to stay up all night again, don't you?"

Immediately afterwards, a familiar girl's voice sounded:

"But ma'am, a cup of coffee and cola can't last a whole night without sleep, at least three cups—I'm telling the truth."

The moment he heard this voice, before Clark's brain could react, the corners of Clark's mouth hooked up involuntarily.

...it's Miss Senna who's back.

He immediately accelerated his steps happily, opened the door and walked in with a smile on his face...but the moment he saw Vera, his face changed suddenly.

Kryptonians have much better eyesight than Earthlings.

So good that even standing at the door, you can clearly see every move of everyone in the restaurant.

It was also because of this that when he looked at the woman sitting in the dining room, his blue eyes full of smiles and tenderness suddenly sank.

It wasn't because of the little boy who suddenly appeared beside Vera - he didn't notice Jason at all, he only saw Vera...and the wound on her face.

It was night now, and Willa deliberately put on heavy makeup. Of course Mrs. Wigner, who had presbyopia, didn't notice it, but Clark could see it clearly.

Not only that, but he could tell at a glance that her right cheek was a bit swollen, and the bruises under the concealer were obviously from being slapped hard.

Someone hit her.

That person should be a man... He slapped her hard across the face, without holding back at all.

Just by imagining that scene, an unknown fire ignited from his chest.

The veins on Clark's arms and neck popped, and his fists rattled.

He stood at the door for a long time, forced to suppress the sudden outburst of anger and killing intent, managed to maintain the same gentle expression as usual, and then slowly walked into the restaurant.

Unlike in the past, there were actually three people sitting in the restaurant.

In addition to Vera and Mrs. Wigner, there was a strange little boy—strange that he hadn't noticed that there was another child in the room just now.

"This is Jason Todd Cena."

Willa introduced Clark slowly, "He is my son."

Clark: "..."

Clark: "Miss Senna, I seemed to be distracted just now, what did you just say?"

Jason: "Who is your son!!?"

Until the boy explained angrily and exasperatedly, coupled with Mrs. Wigner's supplement, the bewildered Clark finally figured out Jason's identity.

In normal times, Clark would definitely have sympathized with this poor child, cared for him, and helped Jason adapt to life in Washington.

But now, Clark couldn't help thinking: So, Miss Senna was injured in Gotham.

Gotham City?

In connection with the child Jason's identity as a street vagrant, coupled with the recent messy news in Gotham, and Batman who was almost slandered as a murderer...

Clark's face darkened.

He didn't say another word for the whole dinner time.

In Mrs. Wigner's presence he pretended he hadn't noticed anything.

At night, after tirelessly helping Vera clean up a small bedroom on the third floor and letting Jason go to bed early, Clark finally couldn't help calling Vera in the corridor on the third floor: "Miss Senna!"

"...Is something wrong?"

Vera, who was walking in front, stopped and turned her head with a strange expression.

She happened to be standing by the window, when the summer wind blew slowly, her short wheat-colored hair flew away, revealing her smooth and fair face, as if nothing had happened.

...If Vera hadn't shaken her head concealing the injury on her face and pulled her short hair to her cheek.

Staring deeply at the bruises on Vera's face uncontrollably, Clark took a deep breath.Obviously full of shock, anger and doubts, in the end he just asked in a low voice:

"Is the injury on your face very painful? Shall I go and buy you medicine?"

"…………"

There was silence in the corridor.

Willa looked at Clark's worried and forbearing face, after a while, stroked her hair, and asked inexplicably:

"What hurt?"

Clark: "..."

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were fixed on Vera's face, and he moved his lips:

"The wound on your face."

"...", Vera said firmly, "No, this is blush."

Clark narrowed his eyes: "I'm talking about the side face you covered with makeup."

Vera plausibly said: "That's right, blush should be applied to the side of the face, you men don't understand."

"But you don't dare to move your mouth too much when you speak."

"That's me practicing speech etiquette."

"Your face is swollen."

"Really? That's probably why I didn't drink coffee this morning—thanks for reminding me, I'll remember to drink more coffee to reduce puffiness."

Clark asked a question, and Vera replied, as she used to do with Mary and Mrs. Wigner, she began to talk nonsense with a serious face as soon as she mentioned such things that she didn't want people to find out.

Unfortunately, Clark is not Mary or Mrs. Wigner after all.

As Vera's nonsense became more and more outrageous, the "good old man" Clark, who had always been mild-tempered, good at understanding others, and had no temper in front of Vera, finally completely disappeared all the expressions on his face.

The evening wind blew again, Clark suddenly took two steps in Vera's direction, and stood in front of her, occupying Vera's entire sight.

Willa finally stopped cheating, she stopped talking, but stared at Clark seriously.

Perhaps it was because Clark's impression was too harmless, and Vera could tell at a glance that he was an honest, kind, and simple rural man, so she never paid much attention to him.

Until now, this honest and quiet Kansas man stood silently in front of her like a giant bear, and Vera suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He is actually very tall, about 1.9 meters. Vera, who is not wearing high heels, can only see his collarbone when standing in front of him, but because her back is always not straight, she can't see it.

He was also very strong, with bulging muscle lines looming under the old-fashioned plaid shirt. He had a thick back and a strong waist, and his arms were strong and powerful. One arm alone was thicker than Vera's calf.

Because he was used to doing all kinds of farm work, his palms were covered with thick calluses, which were as big as Vera's face when they were opened.

But now, this rough palm was slowly raising its head, as if it was about to tentatively touch the wound on Vera's cheek.

Vera's face suddenly darkened, and she raised her head to look into Clark's eyes in warning.

The moonlight flickered and fell on Clark's right face. Under the clear light, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, while the other half was exposed to the dim light.

Scattered and curly black hair randomly covered his forehead, and through thick black-framed eyes, there seemed to be a faint glint of cold light in the dark eyes.

...his eyes were ice blue.

"Miss Senna."

He stared intently at Vera's side face, his voice seemed to come out of his throat, "Who did it?"

It was obviously just a light question, but the faint sense of danger and order revealed by the man while speaking made Vera subconsciously frowned.

She squinted at Clark in front of her, but she always felt that Clark at this moment looked like another Batman no matter what.

It's not that Clark is Batman, but a certain temperament between the two of them is similar.

But forget about Batman, why is Clark Kent similar to Batman?

The vague thoughts just flashed by, looking at the tall man with a serious face who was gradually approaching her, Vera snorted coldly, and said faintly:

"Clark Kent, why don't you keep asking me about this topic again?"

Clark: "..."

Clark: "...Huh?"

...Miss Senna is angry?

As soon as this cold warning came out, Daxiong, who had just been indifferent and holding back his anger, was cowardly in minutes.

As if in a flash, the cold, dark eyes disappeared instantly.

Under Vera's stare, Clark seemed to come to his senses suddenly, he withdrew his hand guiltily and took a step back.

And with this sudden withdrawal, the lingering anger and suppressed irritability lingering around him quickly disappeared.

He turned back into the original honest, simple and somewhat inarticulate rural man, looking at Vera with the dog in his eyes.

"Sorry, Miss Senna."

Clark scratched his head, but couldn't figure out what was going through his mind just now.

"Then what... Shall I go buy medicine for you?"

The answer he got was a cold look from Vera.

Clark: ...QAQ

Miss Senna is really angry! !

After silently driving Clark away, Vera returned to the bedroom, turned on the computer again, and checked the real-time public opinion on the topic of Batman.

Since last night, Vera has really stopped controlling public opinion, and has not secretly used various opinion leaders to guide those topics. Therefore, the trend of the entire public opinion today is basically the true thoughts and psychological journey of the public.

...Or maybe it was the result of another group of people secretly guiding them.

Opening news websites and social networking sites in a familiar place, and related searches on the topic of "Batman", the first thing is still the bombing news in the morning.

But this time, the comments under the news have changed drastically.

When Vera was on the plane at noon, the comments under this news were all rainbow farts like "Batman is awesome", "Batman is so cool", "Batman is so selfless".

Until now, the reply with the highest likes under the comment has become another comment from an unfamiliar ID:

"I don't deny Batman's pursuit of the truth, and I also confirm that Batman is indeed a very powerful superhero, so the question is, since Batman is so powerful, why did he let Colum slander and abuse him instead of What about clarification? Conspiracy theory, he didn't do it on purpose, did he?"

This comment was posted at 1:[-] noon. Up to now, it has received close to [-] likes and more than [-] follow-up comments.

In just one afternoon, the wind direction of public opinion has already changed.

Those boasting about Batman when the news was first released have been inexplicably suppressed to the bottom, and these doubts and confusion about Batman were directly pushed to the first comment area by many follow-up comments.

In the follow-up comments, the one that received the most likes was:

"How powerful is Batman? The police investigated the case for a month, and he found out everything in less than a week. Let's not talk about how he investigated the truth of the case. Let me ask this hero. What were you doing when Lun was scolded the worst? Since you are so tough, why didn't you tell everyone the truth earlier? Are you taking revenge on Kelun?"

Tsk, sure enough.

Vera was not surprised that the wind of public opinion reversed so quickly.

She tapped her finger on the screen lightly, remembering the unequivocal resistance of a certain black-painted gentleman last night, she let out a cold chuckle.

...Tell you not to come according to my plan.