I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

The car stopped.The light pink pointed toe high heels stepped on the ground without much water, and the insteps were shining brightly.

"This gentleman." The lady spoke softly and slowly, softly like willow branches bent by the breeze, and soft like cotton wool blown by the branches, "Do you have an ID card?"

The tramp lowered his head and lowered his voice: "Yes, I have, ma'am."

"Then would you like to be my bodyguard? Three hundred dollars a day."

bodyguard?

The homeless man showed a surprised look. The muscles of the strong man pulling the cart were very strong, and his eyes were fierce, as if he couldn't be beaten.

The lady's voice was gentle: "I'm going to Gotham, and I will leave after Ah Wu sends me there."

The tramp felt helpless.Unsuspectingly exposing her only support to go, how to live in Gotham?Moreover, if you invite him casually, aren't you afraid that he is a bad person?

However, when he saw the eyes of the lady, besides the melancholy, there was also kindness hidden in them, like the sediment deposited in the bottom of the water, he suddenly realized—there was no casual invitation, it was clear that she wanted to help him , give him a job.

Ah, it's really... I can't let people ignore it...

The homeless man stroked his beard, his eyes curled up: "Madam, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person? After all, homeless people are not afraid of going to prison."

"Your eyes are very beautiful, very clear." The lady took out a handkerchief to cover her lips and coughed twice, her pale face was a little sickly red, "It has a gentle blue seal. Your eyes tell me that you are definitely not a bad person." .”

The little raindrops that slid down from the eaves accidentally splashed into the homeless man's eyes, making his curly eyelashes blink into butterflies, and his words were vaguely cute: "Well, ma'am, I'd love to earn this money." .My name is John, John Pennyworth."

A man with an unshaven beard, she actually thinks he looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen?Misty decided to trust her instincts and asked, "How old are you?"

John compared three fingers: "30-year-old useless man who has achieved nothing, ma'am."

"I am two years older than you." The lady said softly, "Your voice and eyes make me think you are a little boy."

The beard can't stop his bright smile: "Yes, ma'am, many people say that."

Misty also slowly and lightly drew a polite smile.

Liar, little brother.

Your emotions just now include slight embarrassment and guilt, as well as the surprise of being said to be of a middle age.It seems that he is still a good person who has negative emotions about cheating.

Good guy, Misty doesn't worry too much.

She walked back to the rickshaw, with her legs slanted side by side, and her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen.Looking sideways at John: "Shall I call you a car?"

John patted the dirt on the surface of his clothes, shook his head, "Dirty."

His eyes were not dirty at all, they were so bright: "I can trot with the car, ma'am."

The rickshaw is pulled by a big man again, which is out of tune with this modern city, and the people in the car are more like an oil painting than a living person.

In a cafe not far away, there was a couple sitting by the window, watching the homeless man go away with the car, the man held down the Bluetooth headset, and whispered: "Report, Dick has successfully found a new identity for Gotham."

The other side was puzzled: "Huh? He joined the homeless team so quickly and went to Gotham with them?"

"No." The man's expression was complicated, "He was taken care of by a lady, and he was protecting her when she went to Gotham as a bodyguard."

"..." The other side seems to have stumbled, "I remember that the bureau prevented Grayson's face from being too attractive, like a tramp, and made him a disguise?"

Guaranteed to be an ordinary homeless man in disguise?Usually in the police station, other policemen are fascinated and praised, and the prisoner clamors to see Officer Grayson, otherwise he will not be recruited. The trick of the pennant is to come seventeen or eight times a month with the pennant, saying that it is gratitude. Who knows that it is an opportunity to meet Grayson. These are not worth mentioning. After all, you have a good face and you can eat it everywhere. However, Why did he meet the lady who helped him so quickly when he didn't have a handsome face?

...Relying on his sexy buttocks?

"Uh." The male policeman tried to organize his words, "I think, if Dick is required to do undercover missions next time, we have to let him pretend to be a blind man, wear big black sunglasses, and seal his sweet blue eyes."

He could see clearly that he was going to walk past him at first, but Dick looked up curiously, and after the other party met his eyes, he stopped the car.

"..." The person on the other side was speechless, "Then I think it's not just sunglasses, but a wheelchair and a big | sack all over."

The lady who called herself Eve brought Dick to the big house, "I'm renting a homestay, you pick a room to stay in, we're leaving for Gotham tomorrow, is there any problem?"

"No problem." Dick's behavior was particularly in line with the restraint of a homeless man. After entering the big house, he didn't even dare to step on the smooth floor too hard. "I'm a bodyguard, with my employer, ma'am."

"Then I'll go back to my room first." The lady pursed her lips and smiled subtly, leaning on the handrail, and slowly walked up the spiral staircase.

Dick picked a bedroom at random, and there was no private bathroom. After he took a shower in the public bathroom, he went to talk to the strong man pulling the cart.

"Brother, what's your name?" Dick rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "This is my first time working as a bodyguard. That... Ms. Eve, is she easy to talk to? Is there anything I should avoid?"

Under the tree in the courtyard of the hotel, the strong man waited quietly for the rickshaw, and did not answer Dick's questions.

Quirky.

Dick: "Brother?"

The strong man's eyeballs moved, and he looked at Dick with some intrusion. The black beads were dead silent, "Kunlun slave, dare not talk about the master."

"Slave?" Dick looked strange.There is still such a title as "slave" now?Moreover, as far as he knows, isn't the Kunlun slave a black man? How did he become yellow-skinned?

——Misty: Of course it's because she was also afraid of being racially discriminated against in her dress-up game. She said she was a Kunlun slave, but she was actually a tall, strong, bald, tattooed yellow man.After all, yellow people pulling carts with yellow people is not racial discrimination, it is employment.

The other side practiced his own words, no matter how Dick asked in different ways, he never answered him.

He didn't react until Ms. Eve called him to eat. He stood up silently, his tall figure enveloped Dick for a moment, and walked towards the mansion silently.

However, he didn't sit down as Ms. Eve invited, but stood beside him like a tall pillar... No, Dick revised his description: it should be a docile and crawling vicious dog.

"Awu." Ms. Eve greeted gently, "Come and sit."

The strong man shook his head lightly and said nothing.

Ms. Eve seemed to have experienced this situation countless times, with a look of helplessness in her brows and eyes, she turned to Dick: "Mr. Pennyworth, let's have dinner together."

Dick was about to take a step when he suddenly felt a chill down his back. He turned his head and saw that the strong man was staring at him quietly. After careful observation, the eyeballs running against the sunlight actually contained a little green.

Dick froze a little.

"Mr. Pennyworth?" When Ms. Eve uttered her voice again, Kunlun Nu lowered her head slightly and withdrew her power against Dick.

Dick sat across from Ms. Eve—the seat farthest from her. After scanning the sumptuous dishes on the table, he smiled like the morning sun: "Thank you, generous lady, I haven't had such a sumptuous meal for a long time. Already!"

Ms. Eve seemed to be particularly receptive to his praise, "Mr. Pennyworth, see if it suits your taste, and if you have any taboos, tell me. I will remember not to cook that kind of food in the future."

Dick paused slightly when he sat down, "Ma'am, did you do it yourself?"

Ms. Eve still spoke in such a soft voice: "Well, I'm not used to ordering takeaway, and I feel at home when I cook it myself."

So, during the meal time later, the enthusiastic and cheerful boy praised Eve's cooking in 360 degrees without dead ends, and even used "the luckiest day in his life".

It made Misty more and more satisfied.

——Okay, it's him!

The next day, Dick was in the shared bathroom, brushing his teeth with a disposable toothbrush. From the mirror, he saw Ms. Eve, who was exuding a gentle aura, coming over with a set of unopened men's clothing, "Mr. Pennyworth, Your old clothes are too tattered to cover your body, I’m not sure if those clothes have special meaning to you, so I didn’t throw them away, if you don’t mind, you can wear this newly bought set.”

Dick grumbled watery, spat out his mouth full of foam, "Okay, ma'am, thank you!" Then, continued to roll watery into his mouth.

Ms. Eve suddenly said, "John, would you like to be my husband?"

"Pfft—" Dick sprayed the mouthwash all over the mirror.

After being washed by the water, the mirror glistened with drops of water, each of which reflected the lady's face without makeup.

Dick turned his head in shock: "What did you say?!" He has a lot of girlfriends, but it's the first time he's seen such a reckless one.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" The lady pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "My family doesn't treat me very well. They only use me as a marriage tool. I always wanted a home, a home of my own. family."

The way she lowered her eyes was so pitiful and lonely that Dick's heart suddenly softened. "Ah... this..." But, you can't just agree to this matter!

The lady raised her eyes and tried her best to put away the melancholy in the corners of her eyes, as if she didn't want to put pressure on him: "Don't get me wrong, I understand what you mean. It would be embarrassing for you to enter into a marriage relationship rashly. What I want to say is, Would you like to play with me, two dollars an hour, and be my husband for ninety days? I don’t need you to sleep with me, just get along with me as a husband and wife, I want to enjoy the feeling of being at home.” As for money The source of the... She brought some cash when she turned into Michelle.

Misty: "Let me do the math, $4320, um, round it up for you, add an extra dollar."

Dick: "???" Is there such a rounding method?

Think about it carefully, oh, 4321.

What an interesting lady.Dick's eyes curled up.

Dick... is really short of $4321, his adoptive father is the richest man in Gotham, yes, but he and his father have trouble, the house is an apartment that he rents - when he didn't find a formal job, it was a bench on the street Make do with the night.

However, what really moved Dick was the phrase "I want to enjoy the feeling of being at home".

Dick thought: Maybe she's not like me, she has a mother and a father, but maybe she's like me, never had a real home.

Home, normal everyday home, happens to be something Dick craves too.

"Okay!" Dick agreed firmly.

It happened that he needed an unsuspected outsider to enter Gotham, whether it was a homeless man, a bodyguard, or a foreign couple, it didn't matter.

"That's great!" Ms. Eve smiled slightly, "You can call me Yi Wei from now on." It's Eve's nickname. "I'll call you Johnny, okay?"

His real name is actually Richard, and John Pennyworth, nicknamed Dick, nodded a little guilty: "Of course, Yi... Yiwei."

Misty noticed that he was guilty, and probably guessed the reason for his guilt, so she didn't take it seriously.

If it's not her real name, it's not her real name, and she doesn't use her real name either. Everyone gets what they need, and no one owes anyone anything.

The reason why she hired another person instead of using the alchemy doll in the closet was mainly because the doll would disappear out of thin air if it left her within a certain range for 10 minutes, making it impossible to socialize and have a life of its own.And how can a person who has no communication create a feeling of husband and wife to her neighbors, and then use this to achieve her goal?And, it would be too fake to not have a life of her own. After what happened to Batman last time, Misty realized that she must not leave a hole, otherwise, Bruce Wayne didn't think much about it, and Batman would definitely bite her Don't let go!

Misty took out a razor from under the sink, blushing, "Johnny, would you like me to shave for you? You know, it's really... not so good."

Dick blushed.

This lady is so tactful, it's not so wonderful, it's just too bad.

Of course Dick knew it was bad enough, and the bum had to be bad to fit him perfectly into the group.

but……

oh but...

Dick's heart was beating wildly, not love, but tension and anticipation, "Please."