Win Wayne

It was another day without Wen around.

Connor woke up, lay on his back, rolled over and buried his head in the pillow.The soft inner core sags and slowly fits his face, leaving enough space for him to breathe.

Expensive pillows.

Warm pillows.

He pushed the quilt aside, leaving it in a messy pile.Anyway, Wen definitely can't see any changes in these things, she has always been quite indifferent to such things, and sometimes her casual attitude makes Connor wonder how she spent her previous life: You can't be simple Survive on food delivery and servants.

...can't, right?

Connor seriously thought about whether he could do it for a few minutes, and came up with countless things that he had to do on his own but Wen would not do, and denied the impact of these things on his survival one by one.

He has plenty of time to think about.He could just lie in bed and think about it all day, and he didn't have anything important to do anyway—after half-retiring from being a superhero, he had plenty of time to waste.

But less than half an hour later Connor got up.

"Damn," he muttered, "It's harder than I imagined to be in a daze with nothing to do... Obviously Wen is very comfortable doing this, she can stay on the sofa in the same position all day long, if I don't cook or Wake her up and she can starve herself all day."

Ignoring the call of the body is a skill, ignoring the fluctuations of the inner world is also a skill, and maintaining an "empty" state of no thinking is also a skill.

These are the skills that Wen is best at.

Connor went to the kitchen to make something for himself. There weren't many ingredients in the refrigerator, but he wasn't too picky about what he ate.After eating, Connor cleaned up the kitchen utensils and tableware, and put them neatly in the cupboard.

The faucet was still running water, and he stretched out his hand to catch the water, watching the snow-white water column gather on the back of his hand and slide down lightly.

It didn't feel like stroking Wen's hair.Her hair was soft and warm, and it smelled intoxicating to him.In the past, he used to compare that touch to the flow of water, but the touch of water flow...

The water flow is terrible.

He wandered around the room idly.

This is not the first day Connor has lived in Wen's place, but every place in the house can surprise him, probably because there is Wen's breath everywhere, everywhere is so casual and refined.

Necklaces are used to tie knotted headphone cables, and the red diamonds at the end are the size of a thumb; snack bags are piled on the custom-made leather sofa, and there is a small pile of fig shells in the sofa seam.

A small piece of the cashmere carpet, thick enough to cover the instep, was shaved, and a tablet stand was glued to it, at just the right angle to allow Wen to see the contents of the tablet while lying down.

The coffee table matched the style of the sofa, and in the drawer, the fruit had already fermented into wine, which smelled quite delicious... Connor couldn't help but wonder if Wen had ever tasted this thing.

Since he actually drank a small cup himself, Wen probably tasted it.

But nothing happened after he drank it, and Wen would probably send himself to the hospital.

This imagining made Connor laugh, he should be worried about her, he was indeed worried about her, but Wen's every move was so fun, so attractive, so unscrupulous and without guilt to him.

There was the sound of a key opening the door, and then a light footstep came to his side.

"Connor?" Natasha said.

"Yes, I am..."

"Wen's boyfriend, everyone knows. She doesn't need to tell the world about it." Natasha said, "You don't have a key."

"She forgot to give it to me."

"This is something she can do," Natasha snorted, and looked around the room again, "It's very clean, kid."

Connor didn't know how to face this question, he blinked and showed an unmistakable smile: "Thank you?"

Natasha said, "I don't like you."

"You are trying to put pressure on me, but you chose a way that won't make me feel annoying, which proves that you like me." Connor shrugged, "But I have received your signal, gentle and I will be happy together ,I promise."

"You don't guarantee her safety?"

"But there is a serious conflict between safety and happiness." Connor said, "I can guarantee that she will not die."

Natasha said: "I understand why she would dump everyone she met before without hesitation and choose you firmly."

She rolled her eyes, opened her handbag, took out the ingredients she bought and placed them on the table.When she put down the eggs, she saw the knife marks on the coffee table, shook her head and sighed: "She cut fruit directly on the wooden table again."

"If you want to know, the cut fruit is in the drawer." Connor happily took out an apple from Natasha's handbag, and opened his mouth, "She just cut it, but didn't eat it. It's all brewed into wine. Do you want to try it? It's quite fragrant, you shouldn't have diarrhea after drinking this, right?"

"...Are you still drinking?"

"Why not?" Connor put the gnawed fruit core in front of his eyes, and then looked around for a week. He didn't find the trash can, so he threw the fruit core into the drawer indifferently.

Natasha crossed her arms and watched Connor's movements delicately.

"Enough, I can't stand it anymore. I'm leaving." Natasha shook her head, "Since you live here, don't forget to clean the refrigerator and replenish ingredients. Wen likes to see the full The fridge, if it's full, she'll eat a little more than usual."

"You talk like you're her mother."

"I did do something that her mother should do for her, and to some extent, I did replace a mother's identity." Natasha said, "I hope this will not exceed your expectations, Connor, your girl is still cared about."

Connor laughed: "I never felt like she wasn't cared about! It's just that she doesn't listen to you at all, so there must be something wrong with it."

"Huh." Natasha snorted, "It's not so much that she doesn't listen to us at all, it's better to say that she only listens to herself. You just happen to always make similar choices with her, or you just happen to fully understand her why Make that choice."

"I'm very lucky." Connor said happily.

"...I'm leaving." Natasha said, she took out a bunch of keys from her handbag and threw them to Connor, "Here are the keys, don't keep coming in through the window."

Connor took the key and said goodbye to Natasha: "Thank you, bye!"

But Natasha went back and forth: "I've got something to say. Listen Connor, I don't necessarily make her happier than she was before, in fact that's not a mother's job, it's my job to keep her Stability — and then, if she's lucky enough, she'll find a way to make herself happy."

"Have you found a way to make yourself happy?" Connor asked with great interest.

"I found a way to stabilize myself," Natasha said. "You need to find one too. Find someone other than Wen. You must not have looked for a mirror since you got up."

"What? Have I become ugly? You are talking nonsense. I will never be ugly. In addition to inheriting Superman's strength, I also inherited his handsomeness. This face is perfect," Connor rubbed his chin nervously , "Is my beard growing?"

"..."

Connor breathed a sigh of relief after touching his entire face: "My face is normal. You scared me."

"It's not about your appearance, but your expression looks like a dog that was left at home and played Frisbee with no one to accompany it... Do you know? Forget what I said," Natasha was speechless, "You and Wen are really a perfect match."

Natasha is gone.

Connor was stunned for a while, and put the ingredients and fruits brought by Natasha into the refrigerator by category.Only now did he know why Wen's refrigerator was full. It seemed that Natasha came to take care of it from time to time.

She really likes to help and worry too much, but thinking about it from another angle, Connor can understand why Wen turned into the current state of being muddle-headed with no one to take care of him.

"You are good at turning people into nosy old mothers." Connor said to the empty room, "What about the other drawer of fruit wine? It seems more appropriate to dump them, but in case you come back I’d love to see how far they’ve fermented afterward.”

He thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to throw all these things away.

Even if Wen cut up the fruits and put them in the drawer in the first place to make such a drawer of fruit wine, obviously, after leaving the apartment for so long, according to Wen's personality, she has definitely put this matter behind her.

She hadn't completely forgotten that she had a boyfriend, which occasionally flattered Connor.

After tidying up the refrigerator, there was a light rain in New York, and the streets were wet.Connor is not familiar with New York, but which city is he familiar with?Of course, he has a detailed understanding of the geography of New York, and he is also familiar with the history of this land, but knowledge of a city does not mean that he is familiar with the city. This place is still very strange to him.

It's like another world.A world where it doesn't matter whether he is there or not.

Connor wandered the streets with his pockets in his pockets.He didn't come to this block yesterday. The place where he wandered yesterday was another street, a bustling commercial area surrounded by luxury stores. Connor went in and walked around a few times before leaving without interest.

It's not that he isn't interested in looking good, but here's the thing.

Some people need well-tailored, well-designed clothing to accentuate their strengths and undercut their weaknesses.

Others have only advantages and no disadvantages.

These people in the back look good in anything, even wearing a dust cover—Connor saw with his own eyes that Guo Wen was thirsty in the middle of the night, and he tore off the dust cover on the table and put it on to get water to drink. The dust cover rested on Wen's collarbone, and the vulgar lace seemed to be inlaid with gold threads.

…The next day Wen developed a rash due to a dust allergy, and she ate nothing but vegetable puree for the whole day.

Maybe I indulged her a little too much, Connor thought.

But sometimes the caregiver is really addictive, especially when watching Wen shrink under the quilt, bury most of her face in the pillow, and make vague and inexplicable requests, you can hardly know her righteousness How to find a way to refute.

Connor and Wen spoke on the phone before going to bed at night.

"I told him." Wen said lightly, "His attitude is much calmer than I thought."

"Who? What?" Connor asked subconsciously.

He wasn't really asking the question, he knew the answer before he asked it.

He said, "You told Bruce you knew the secret identities of each of them?"

"That's right," Wen said. "I said a few other things besides that, and I didn't intend to tell him all this early on, but you know Bruce. I was prepared for him to throw a tantrum , As a result, he accepted it very calmly, which made me a little psychologically unbalanced."

"Then did you manage to piss him off?"

Wen was silent for a few seconds.

Connor was stunned: "He wasn't angry with you, but he transferred his anger to me?"

"I love you so much." Wen said sweetly.

"The way you love me is to push me into the fire pit," Connor complained. "Why do you want to break the balance between me and Bruce?"

"Honey, baby, Connor," whispered softly, "where did you get the 'balance'? You basically just, even face to face, just greeted one second and pretended to be There is no such person as the other party.”

"That's the balance between us."

Wen kept laughing, and softly coaxed Connor with nice words.Connor wasn't really angry either, he didn't care what Bruce thought of him, what Wen thought of him was what he cared about.

"...What are you doing these days?" Wen asked casually.

"I'm in New York, at your apartment," Connor said.

"Really? I kind of want to go back to New York! There's nothing I want to do in Gotham. The city's temperament is too gloomy, and it makes me feel goosebumps even if I stay outside." Wen said lazily, "Yes Now, if you play my game, don’t overwrite my save file! Also, since you live there now, you can change it yourself if there is anything that doesn’t look right to you. Don’t move the master bedroom, that room can’t be occupied by people, it’s sealed for viewing .”

Connor nodded and agreed. By the time he hung up the phone, he had already planned all the renovation plans in his mind.

It was another day without Wen around.

No, there is no such thing.

From the day they met, Wenhui would always be by his side.