Mrs Wayne

I said just now that if you dare to kick me, I will take the money after breaking up with you and happily go to raise a beautiful little fresh meat.

My husband looked at me deeply for a long time, and finally chose to bow his head and apologize under my hypocritical sad and painful expression. He patted the back of my hand soothingly, "Okay, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You don't even want to kiss me." I suspect you have other cats out there.

Bruce looked like he didn't know what to do, his expression was very stiff, and he finally dropped a kiss on my cheek like a dragonfly on the water. After the kiss, his own breathing was slightly lighter for a second, and then he looked at me again. Looking very unnatural, look away, "Let's talk about that man first."

"Who?"

"You know who it is, the man downstairs."

Hey, oh, I almost forgot about Clark Kent. I always feel that my husband is very perfunctory towards me, but it may also be that he is really too tired.Well, let's get down to business first, "That's it, didn't we encounter a terrible mercenary attack last time? At that time, although..."

I glanced at Bruce, Bruce's body froze for a moment, then he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "There is a man in black clothes."

He shrugged his shoulders as he said, "Oh, that guy looks weird and scary."

I:? ? ?

Isn't that yourself?

Why do you want to diss yourself face to face?

Then I remembered it for a second. Speaking of which, did Superman just say that his ears are very good, maybe he can hear our conversation here, and I reacted instantly, even the eyes that looked at Bruce were full of admiration , As expected of my husband, he thinks more comprehensively than me.

What I wanted to say was that last time we encountered a terrorist attack, I was too worried about our safety, so I bought the Daily Planet and planned to hire a serf superman to protect our safety.

But since they are sitting downstairs, of course I can't say that, so I said in a second, "You're right, there are more weird guys in Gotham than I expected. Sometimes I really feel sad when I see them." It's scary."

Bruce: ...

He looked a little uncomfortable this time, and then my husband stretched out his hand as if trying to comfort me, I immediately rubbed against his big hand like a cat, and when his hand was placed on the side of my face, I couldn't help but feel sorry He flashed a big smile.

When those blue eyes looked at me, they shimmered for a moment, and after a while, I even felt his fingertips curled up slightly, just touching my face.

"Maybe……"

"They are not bad people." Bruce explained pretending to be relaxed, "They are knights guarding the city and will not hurt you."

I nodded, isn't that nonsense?If Batman dares to hit me, then I'll just beat him up, thank you.

"Because I saw something like this, I thought, maybe...I mean maybe, it would be nice if we had our own knight." I leaned up and pressed against his body, and said softly, "I I'm really worried about you, my dear, just thinking about those horrible people coming near us makes me worry."

Bruce seems to be a little used to me now, he stroked my hair comfortingly, then put his hands in my hair, and just like that brought me into his arms.

"Everything will be fine, I won't let them hurt you, I swear."

Oops, sweet talk.

I was so happy all of a sudden, I was so angry just now, I stretched out my hand and fell into his arms, then put my arms around his waist and started acting like a baby, "I'm so happy, Bruce, I know you won't let us Injured, but my parents and I are also worried about your injury."

Bruce's breathing loomed in my ear, and I felt his heartbeat seem to speed up for a moment, and he laughed, "Yeah."

The two of us cuddled together so intimately in the quiet room. In the slightly dark study room, when we hugged each other, it seemed that even time stood still at this moment.

After hugging my husband comfortably, I leaned against him and started talking, "Oh, by the way, compared to this, I just told Mr. Kent about our encounter, and he has finally written It’s one percent of the wonderfulness of our encounter.” The main reason is that straight men have limited writing skills, so I knew I would find a woman to write a romance story.

I handed the computer on the table to my husband, and then Bruce picked up the notebook very sensibly, and I let go of it, of course, it's so heavy! ?

Snuggled by his side, I pointed him to the story of our encounter, "Bruce, do you have anything else to add?"

The bright blue light of the notebook was projected on his handsome face, making his expression at the moment more elusive. After browsing through it quickly, he smiled and nodded, "I think it's pretty good."

"Is there really no need to add any more descriptions of clothes?"

I looked at him expectantly, "For example, what kind of clothes was I wearing at that time?"

The smile on Bruce's lips froze slightly, and the man holding the computer in one hand seemed to think about it, and I was dissatisfied all of a sudden, "You must have forgotten."

Of course, compared to dissatisfaction, I glanced at him cautiously and suspiciously. Sure enough, sometimes my husband made me feel like a different person in a strange way. His intimate movements towards me would be stiff for a moment. There is still a certain distance between me and me.

"How come?" Bruce smiled at me, and then added, "If I remember correctly, it should be a black skirt and a white shirt."

The answer is correct... Maybe I am superstitious?

He shrugged his shoulders at me in a relaxed manner, "But you also look like a minor in your clothes. I was thinking at the time, maybe Wayne Enterprises started employing child labor?"

I couldn't help picking up my elbow and hitting him, "It's so annoying."

"You should be honored."

"Oh?"

"After all, my aging speed must be much slower than yours. By that time, I will still be a young and beautiful little wife, and you will already be a middle-aged fat uncle." Maybe he will keep getting fat, and no one will like a fat man. Even if you're the richest man in Gotham.

Bruce smiled softly, "That's terrible, then I must hurry up and exercise hard, and I can't be left behind."

I leaned over again and continued acting coquettishly in his arms. After the coquettish, I emphasized to him, don't make Mr. Clark Kent look bad, after all, he is our future thug?

"Although Mr. Kent's writing is ugly and mediocre, I think there is still room for improvement. I hope that he will be the head of our editorial agency in the future, so all the requirements for him now are for tomorrow's success." If you are hypocritical, Superman has to listen to me from beginning to end, but I am bragging against my conscience, "I believe that a person as handsome as Mr. Kent and working so hard will understand that we asked him to revise the manuscript ten times, right? ?"

I continued, "He will definitely not be angry."

Bruce: ...

My husband looked like, what are you talking about, and then he glanced at me, and quickly got what I meant, "As you wish."

"Would you like to revise the manuscript with Mr. Kent, my dear?"

I saw my husband who was holding the computer say with difficulty, "No, to be honest, I think Mr. Kent's writing is not bad."

"Oh, where is it good?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously for a moment, "Is it a writing technique or an adjective? Isn't it only one ten-thousandth of our encounter written here?"

Bruce: "Actually... I think the whole thing is actually written..."

I squinted at him, and Bruce immediately raised his hand, "Okay, okay, not a ten-thousandth."

Later on, I made a lot of noise about Superman, and even talked to my husband about my plans and arrangements for his future. It was very grand, and I would give him equity incentives after a good job...?

After I felt that Superman should have listened to all the words I praised him, I was satisfied and asked Ah Fu to send Superman back to publish, and continue to work and write manuscripts. Of course, I have to work and write manuscripts. It's really his honor to guide you hand in hand. Of course, he has to hurry back and make some money for our Wayne family.

I'm not doing charity.

After I held Bruce's hand and pushed him back on the bed, my husband in pajamas just blinked and looked at me like this. I sat sideways on the edge of the bed and rolled onto the bed, leaning against him and holding his hand Hand, "Really, why did you go out again when you were not in good health?"

"I'm really worried about you, Bruce."

I raised my head and looked at him aggrievedly, Bruce also just lowered his head at this moment, he looked at me quietly, his blue eyes were slightly bent for an instant, he seemed to be in a good mood, Then he said to me, "I know."

"I always knew."

I was still a little unhappy, and ran around as soon as I recovered from the illness, "So what are you doing in the greenhouse?"

Bruce paused, and the man suddenly took out a broken red rose from his pocket in front of me. The petals were still covered with morning dew, and the blooming flower fell on us like this. between.

He chuckled and said, "This is my apology."

"please forgive me?"

The author has something to say:

I can't tell my little wife that I am the black bat master who packs up Batman's things: choose a few thieves and you will be able to flirt.