Win Wayne

It's a strange feeling, Bruce thought.

a daughter.

It is true that he had experience teaching girls in the past, but these experiences were actually useless, because those girls were countless times more obedient than the boys at home, and Wen's temper was even more difficult and difficult for him than Damian.

She's not violent, or vicious, or cruel enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone with a modicum of empathy.

Yet her mind-set—Bruce avoids it, but Wen increasingly reminds him of some of his old rivals.

He bent down, untied the scarf tied around Wen's neck, and gently tilted his neck to facilitate his movements.

Her warmth and breathing sounds like some weak little animal.

"You want to ask me a question." Wen jumped off the chair, the ends of her short hair made her cheeks itch, she shook her head vigorously twice, and threw her hair aside, "What do you want to ask?"

"I noticed you emphasized 'Wen'," Bruce said.

It is rare for people to use the name instead of "I" when speaking, and this behavior occurs more in young children.

"This." Wen said lightly, "Because I'm not just Wen. The combination of Wen Wen and Wendy is me."

Bruce showed the utmost calmness and respect: "Did Wendy show up in the past few days?"

"She has appeared, but she doesn't like to communicate with other people, she only wants to talk to me." Wen said, "Sometimes I oversleep and she will help me get up and wash, and she will teach me some things I don't know. .Do you want to see her?"

"If she wants."

"She doesn't want to." Wen said, "Since I came to this world, Wendy has only talked to one or two people, as if I remember... She only talked to Diana once or two."

And these two sentences are mostly complaining about her father.

"Why Diana?"

"I don't know, I haven't asked, but based on what I know about Wendy," Wen thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Because Diana is a beautiful sister..."

Wendy's aesthetic orientation clearly favors older types.

Bruce's expression was slightly subtle: "...Okay, I understand."

Tim and Damian are back together again.

They go to the same school, Tim is in the middle school, as for Damian, he reluctantly became a member of the elementary school after he protested against going to school but was forcibly suppressed by Bruce.

Being surrounded by childish brats irritates Damian, so usually the time when he gets home from school is when he's at his worst.

Therefore, Tim was a little at a loss as to how to respond to his initiative.

"Are you deaf, Drake?" Damian huffed, "I'm talking to you!"

Tim looked strange: "I heard it."

"How long do you think it will take Wen to leave?"

"It depends on her," Tim said conservatively, "but I think Bruce and Dick would persuade her to stay even if she wanted to go."

In fact, he felt that Wen didn't want to come at all. Everyone could see how awkward the atmosphere at home was. I'm afraid only the optimist Dick was confident that he, Wen, would blend in quickly.

But there is no need to tell Damian about this, and Damian is not a child in the normal sense.

"Tsk tut," Damian said, "what do you think of her?"

"I don't really want to discuss Wen with you," Tim said dryly. "I don't like to talk about people behind their backs."

This is actually just an excuse for refusing to communicate. Their topic is far from the level of Taoism. It's just that Tim instinctively rejects talking to Damian. Just seeing Damian's arrogant face will feel that he was hurt before. The place is aching.

"Who cares about you." Damian was choked, and he sneered, "Look, I will teach her a lesson and let her know that there is no place for incompetent people in this family."

Tim was vaguely worried about Wen, Damian is not a man of measure, and killing Wen is far from enough——Bruce’s insurmountable bottom line is already very clear, the best quality of Damian is that he is quite sensible , Damian will not easily cross this bottom line until he can defeat Bruce.

But there's a good chance he'll beat Win to the hospital, just like he did with his "brothers."

Might as well warn Wen about Damian a little bit, he thought.

But this idea fell through, because as soon as he got home, Damian walked to the second floor with a clear goal, apparently intending to go directly to Wen's room.

Tim followed immediately: "Wait!"

Damian paused, stopped, and turned his head with a stinky face: "If you have anything to say, hurry up, Drake, I don't have time to waste with you."

"What do you want to do?" Tim lowered his voice, "You know Bruce won't just sit idly by, Gentle is different from us, if you do something, Father will be angry—"

"I'm not going to do anything." Damian interrupted Tim impatiently. "I just want to talk to her."

Tim didn't quite believe that Damian had gone far away. He frowned and thought for a few seconds, and decided to go to Dick decisively.Besides Bruce, the person who can control Damian the most in this family is Dick. I hope Damian is really as measured as he said.

Wen didn't close the door, and Damian went straight into the room.

"Wen." He stared at the person lying on the bed watching the video, "You are not welcome in this family."

Wen raised his head inexplicably: "... Damian? Are you out of school? No homework to do?"

"I can finish such a simple homework in 3 minutes at school." Damian raised his voice, "Did you hear what I said?!"

temperature:"……"

Wen: "I don't think it is possible for you to represent 'this family' by yourself. My friend, you are still young and have little homework. I strongly suggest that you take an elective course on 'The Art of Communication' or 'How to Get Along with People'. It is very beneficial to you, otherwise you will not be able to find a partner when you grow up."

"It's useless to change the subject." Damian said blankly, "I'm telling you this because I think you're smart: you don't fit in with the atmosphere of this family, and it's useless to force you to stay."

"I don't think I need to be 'nicely smart' to see that I don't fit in with the vibe of this family," Wen replied. "It's obvious that everyone in this family is peeing on their feet. I'm not going to fit in. You guys pee standing up."

Damian was stunned: "..."

After seeing this stinky brother for several days, Wen seriously thought that Damian's expression was the most lovable.

But soon he realized it, and said with a sneer: "Stop Gu Zuoyan, you know what I mean. We don't welcome you. There are already enough members in this family. What do you think is of any use to you?" ?”

Wen looked at him lovingly: "What environment did you grow up in to have such a utilitarian point of view?"

"What I said is the truth."

"Then you obviously don't have a clear understanding of the facts of this family." Wen turned off the mobile phone video, "Although I haven't figured out Bruce's judgment criteria, in his eyes, usefulness is obviously not the most important thing. I Guess he should also assign different tasks to family members according to their abilities, but if he doesn't assign tasks, it doesn't mean he doesn't recognize you as a member of the family."

When she said this, she suddenly stopped.

Damian sneered: "What? You can't even convince yourself with your words?"

Wen said, "No, I suddenly discovered that you look a bit like Wendy."

"Who?"

"Someone you don't know." Wen said perfunctorily.

She turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Damian, who was only a little tall but arrogant, and didn't know how to get rid of this little brat who came suddenly and spouted nonsense.

"Can't you just treat me as a borrowed guest?" Wen sighed, "Why do you have to hurt each other? I don't bother you, do I?"

"That's because you don't know how much inconvenience your presence has caused." Damian said, he still looked like he would explode at one point, but his tone of voice showed reason beyond his age, "Everyone, everyone Everything has to be adjusted because of you at home. Everyone is doing it for you, and you don't understand and don't appreciate it."

Wen looked at him in surprise: "...Huh?"

What happened to the smelly brother?What makes sense?

"You're like an antelope that ran into a pride of lions," Damian continued. "It's not your fault that you don't fit in with this family, but it's your fault for insisting on staying here. I want to correct this mistake."

Wen was even more surprised: "... How did you do it? It makes you think you are cute, but at the same time hate you even more?"

"I don't care what you think of me."

"I don't care what you think of me, and I don't care how much you want to 'correct this mistake'." Wen said directly, "Because I came back for the same reason. I also want to correct the mistake in my eyes. "

Damian tensed up.

He looked like he was about to strike at the slightest disagreement.

"Don't be nervous." Wen Que said suddenly, "You know what, Damian, you remind me of a person... a mature and strong woman, and her demeanor left a deep impression on me, how do you say Well, she's like an arrogant empress."

Damian's expression faltered.

"I always feel that she approaches me with ulterior motives." Wen said again.

"I do not know what you mean."

"It's okay, because I don't know what I mean, I just chatted with you casually, why are you so nervous?" Wen squinted his eyes and recalled relaxedly, "At that time, I wasn't too wary of her approaching me. The thing... a girl like me is always approached, and I thought she approached me in the same way as other people who approached me."

Damian stared at her.

"We had a wonderful time," Wen said with great reserve.

Sure enough, Wendy, you just like beautiful older sisters, and the only ones you can recall are women at this stage...You have completely forgotten about the young female classmates.

"That's none of my business." Damian's expression was a little stiff.

Wen smiled innocently: "I didn't say anything about you, but I left some souvenirs for this wonderful time, some photos, emails, and some private videos..."

"She won't be so careless." Damian sneered.

"Be vigilant? Why should you be vigilant?" Wen Youzai replied, "It's all for fun."

Damian meets her eyes.

He walked away without saying a word.