Win Wayne

"Then he -- he tied me up in the square, piled explosives around me, and I was not rescued until two days later," Wen said. "After this time, I started to fear the empty space."

"Empty spaces make me feel unsafe."

She can always feel stagnant, as if her body's instincts are preventing her from saying this.

"After that..." Wen tilted his head and thought for a while, "One time later, when I was at home, the house was bombed, and I was trapped under the rubble for several hours."

"I was 14 years old when this accident happened, so the impression is very clear." Wen said, "I passed out and suffocated several times under the rubble repeatedly. The lucid thought was, I'm so scared I'm going to die like this."

Spiderman was dumbfounded when he heard that, Wen's life experience was too tragic.

And he really hadn't heard about Wen's kidnapping at all.

Every year, countless people claim to be the illegitimate Wayne children/daughters, and every year women claim to have Bruce Wayne's children, but Bruce Wayne has never publicly acknowledged any of them.

And Wen didn't sound... like he wasn't recognized.

But this doubt only turned around in Spider-Man's mind.

Who knows what's going on with the Wayne family. Poor ordinary people shouldn't casually guess the members of the rich family. This is a matter of a large inheritance right, and there are many factors to consider whether it is disclosed or concealed.

"Despite everything you've been through, you look fine, I mean, you look really, really good," the eloquent Spider-Man was at a loss for words, "You look...peaceful, calm , It’s as if I’ve really experienced those things.”

Because she really has never experienced it.

Spider-Man is too easy to deceive.

But Wonder Woman is also quite easy to deceive. Maybe it's because her young and immature appearance is too deceptive, or it may be because she really acts very realistically. As for the reason, Wen is too lazy to think about it.

She remembered that Wendy said that she liked Batman the most, so she added this guy into the lie: "By the way, every time I have an accident, Batman comes to save me - Batman is my favorite superhero !"

The little spider was also very happy: "Really? Maybe Batman was entrusted by your father to save you."

Bruce Wayne has been openly funding the Justice League, and Spider-Man feels like his speculation may have gone awry.

But Wen snorted heavily and said, "My father? He's a piece of trash."

Spider-Man shut his mouth.

The two sat quietly on the bench, and Wen stared at the lake calmly.

Then she began to suffer from angina and shortness of breath, and her vision became blurred, and violent restlessness needles pricked her skin.

Fear was like a thick dark cloud, slowly pressing down on her. The sense of fear was so strong that Wen felt his body was burning and boiling, and he could almost smell the scorched screams in his throat.

She sat calmly, closed her eyes and waited for the symptoms of the phobia to pass, and while she waited, she wondered how Wendy dealt with these phobias.

Her own attitude towards phobias, doing nothing and waiting for them to leave, then Wendy must be trying her best to get rid of them.

The day passed quickly, probably because of the company of Spider-Man.

Although he left in a hurry after not being with her for a long time, before leaving, he told her that there was a serious traffic jam in the distance, and that he might not come back, so there was no need to wait for him.

Wen feels that if superheroes come and go in such a hurry, and are called regardless of time period, then it is conceivable that most superheroes are bachelors.

Unless it is internal digestion.

Or mess around like Wendy.

She slowly returned home, and Spider-Man went to the park to have a look after he worked so hard to help the traffic return to normal. The girl sitting on the bench had already left, leaving no warmth behind.

He stood there a little bit disappointed, and sent a message to Mr. Stark on the way back.

"I met the girl I met by the river in the park last time. Her name is Wen. Do you remember Mr. Stark, I should have told you."

"I went to look through the previous records, I told you."

"She went to see the river again today. She knows she has a phobia of open space, but she still wants to go to see the river, just like the last time she knew she was allergic to caffeine and drank Coke...I really can't figure it out Know what she's thinking."

"But she's so pretty! And she said she went to the lake just to wait for me! And she said she'd go on a date with me if I would take off my hood!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark, I didn't agree!"

"I will protect my true identity!"

Although Mr. Stark never responded, which made him a little disappointed, and the contact Harpy kept refusing his requests, Little Spider still felt that the future was full of hope.

Especially after hearing what Wen said, he thought so even more!

Even though Wen has experienced so many disasters, he is still so optimistic. He feels that he has no reason to be depressed because of some small setbacks. He is now, at least, a good neighbor in New York, and everyone recognizes his status as a superhero.

But Mr. Stark still asked him to continue training...

Thinking of the best, the little spider comforted himself optimistically, Mr. Stark was more tolerant and trusting to him than Mr. Wayne was to Wen.

That is, if you think about it this way, Wen seems to be even more pitiful...

Wen Ke didn't know the little spider's sighs and sighs. After eating a lot of junk food in a row, her stomach expressed its protest against the master with practical actions.

The diarrhea made Wen feel weak all over.

She walked out of the toilet with weak hands and feet, clutching her stomach and throwing herself on the carpet. She was choked by the dust on the carpet and she burst into tears. She even sneezed several times, successfully making her sore stomach even worse.

This tattered body was indeed pampered.

After only eating fried chicken and burgers for a few days, it turned out like this, and I still have diarrhea.

Wen stretched himself paralyzed, rested for a while before getting up, and decided to get something good to reward his body.

If it is really nutritious, nourishing and warming, you won’t have diarrhea after eating it.

Wen was thinking about how to get qualified food. There were no high-end restaurants nearby, so she didn't think about it for the time being. There seemed to be a luxury supermarket. She could go buy some ingredients and make something for herself.

The biggest problem is that Wen can't cook.

"Wendy." Wendy shouted weakly, "Wendy~Wendy~Wendy~"

The door of the master bedroom opened, and Wendy came out wearing a nightgown similar to a kimono, and silently walked to Wen's head like a cat.

She kicked Wen's waist with her toe.

Wen felt nothing.

"Get up," she said darkly, "what do you look like now!"

"I'm so hungry. Can you cook?"

Wendy laughed at Wen's whimsy: "I seem to be someone who can cook?"

"You look like you know everything," Wen said. "I look like you know nothing."

"It's a pity, I don't know how to cook." Wendy jumped on top of Wen, "Call someone to bring food over."

As she stepped on Wen's stomach, the gloom faded away, and her expression was as innocent as a child's.And she was actually smiling, this was the first time Wendy saw Wendy laughing.

Noticing that Wen was staring at her intently, Wendy stopped immediately.

She glared at Wen and rushed back to the master bedroom.

"Stay here and play for a while, Wendy." Wen refused to give up.

Wendy ignored her.

She reluctantly got up on the carpet, grabbed a tissue and wiped her face to wipe away the tears, then slowly turned on her phone and searched for takeaway numbers.

It all looked like it was taking a long time to deliver.

Putting down the phone wearily, sighing, changed clothes and prepared to go out.If only she could sleep, and if she could sleep, she could try to let the sleepiness beat the hunger.

But sleep phobia kept her awake for days.

There is nothing to do every night, except for surfing the Internet on the mobile phone. Because it is too boring, Wen also buys a lot of things online, and after shopping, he feels that there is no need to buy.

She was too lazy to return the goods, so she listed the things she bought at a low price on the second-hand website. After the things were quickly sold out, Wen then forwarded the address sent by the buyer to the seller.

Summing it up like this...Wen felt that he was not very smart.

Forget it, let it be like this, anyway, I don't know where Wendy got the money.

—I earned it.

Then I spend less.

——No need, no matter how much you spend, you won’t be poor.

Even if you say so, I don’t know how to spend money. Even if I waste it, I will waste at most 2 to [-]. I don’t know how much those cards can be used, but I know it must be more than [-] to [-].

——I don’t even know how to spend money.

I won't make money either!Evened out!

Wendu has already explored the streets near the house, and she walks towards places she has not explored with a clear goal, hoping to have an unexpected encounter with a certain restaurant.

Her requirements are not high, and she is satisfied if she can safely fill her stomach.

It's a pity that when I walked around, I didn't like any of the restaurants I met.Holding her belly in pain, she walked into a bakery at random and looked sadly at the cake behind the glass.

"Today's chocolate mousse is a recommendation," the shopkeeper's voice softened countless times when he saw Wen's face. "The yellow peach butter cake is also quite suitable for girls' taste. What do you want?"

"Give me two buttered breads." Wen scratched the surface of the glass with his finger, "Give me another fruit yogurt, no oranges. I'm allergic to oranges."

The shopkeeper quickly delivered what Wen wanted with a smile, and even took out a beautiful macaron box from behind the counter, put them in a paper bag and handed them to Wen.

"The macarons are for you, lovely lady," said the owner, "I look forward to your next visit."

Wen said thank you slowly, and walked out of the store with the bag in her hand. After walking far away, she took the macaron out of the paper bag in distress, a little unsure what to do with it.

Wen doesn't like sweet things.

After thinking about it, she put the macaron into a paper bag, took out the buttered bread, ate it in small bites, and then took apart the yogurt and ate it.

There was one lone macaron left in the paper bag.

Wen thought for a while, stopped, and called to the guy next to her who had been sneaking along with her.

"Here you are." She handed the macaron over.