Win Wayne

Bruce didn't have anything particularly important to do when he arrived in New York.

Before coming, the news that he was going to New York had already been released.As soon as he got off the plane, the people from the New York branch approached him respectfully to say hello, and took him to the suite he had reserved with hospitality.

Bruce knew that there would definitely be meetings and parties waiting for dinner time tomorrow, so he was not in a hurry.

The branch in New York has many problems, but this is inevitable.No one can hold such great power without doing some bad things. Even if this person doesn't want to, other people who can't wait to share this person's power will use various methods to lure and force him to do it.

Normally, Bruce is pretty lenient with these guys as long as he doesn't cross his line.

But unfortunately, since Wen planned to come to New York, the person who originally occupied the seat had to leave.

The bad things these people have done must be liquidated.

Perhaps the people in New York were acting so obsequiously because they smelled a little bit of signs. The news about Wen hadn't spread widely, but it was impossible for the people in the headquarters to keep such a big talk.Everyone who should know that he brought home a daughter knows, and those who should act are also acting, and Bruce is not in a hurry to go to his company.

He was going to meet Tony first, and talk to Tony about Wen's affairs.

The meeting was scheduled for noon at Tony's house.

"Come in, Mr. Wayne." The person who opened the door was Pep, and her smile was slightly apologetic, "I'm sorry, Tony's appearance is not very visible, I have already asked him to clean up."

"It's okay, Miss Potts." Of course Bruce would not embarrass Pep, he smiled and handed over his gift, "This is for you and Tony, I haven't congratulated you in person yet."

Pep accepted the gift with a smile, and his impression of Bruce was greatly improved.

She led Bruce to the living room and brought him hot coffee: "Please wait a moment, Tony will be down soon."

"Look who is here?" Tony's voice abruptly broke into the conversation between the two, "Bruce Wayne! What a rare visitor, are you finally willing to leave your worry-free city?"

Tony, who was wearing a vest and overalls, swaggered down the stairs. He seemed to want to sneer, but after receiving Pep's warning eyes, he restrained himself a little.

"Good afternoon, Tony." Bruce said with a business smile, "Long time no see."

They pretended to greet each other for a while, and Pep may have let go of his heart, and soon left in a hurry after apologizing.

As soon as she left, Tony turned his face: "What do you want to do? Tell me something."

"Wen will come to New York to manage the branch here."

"I know, she said it earlier." Tony curled his lips, gloating a little, "She doesn't want to stay in Gotham? No wonder, New York or Gotham, which one to choose is a clear thing."

"I didn't come to argue with you, Tony," Bruce said.

This is nonsense, of course Bruce can't come to New York to fight with Tony.

"I know what you want to say," Tony said angrily, "I've given you all Wen's information that I've saved here, what else do you want?"

"You have Wen's information," Bruce said, "Where's Wendy?"

Tony frowned.

"I need you to help me contact Black Widow."

"Do you really think that you can come into my house so ostentatiously, let me contact Natasha, and then Natasha will rush over after receiving the news?"

Bruce said, "Of course, Stark, we've always worked together very—perfectly, in the end."

Tony stared at Bruce for a few seconds, cursed, and grabbed his phone.

"You owe me this time." He said, got up and walked away, "Just a moment."

In Wayne's main house, Damian buried his head in his salt and pepper grilled steak, without looking up at Connor and Wen next to him.

Damian had seen men and women who fell in love in the past on missions.People in love always seem to like to do some stupid things, such as sticking together like conjoined twins, such as calling each other nicknames that sound weird to outsiders but they themselves are intoxicated by them, such as kissing and making out at any time and any place .

Connor and Wen didn't account for any of these three points.

Although they also like to stick together, but at most they are shoulder to shoulder.

They didn't have nicknames for each other at all, but Connor liked to call Wen "Baby."

As for intimacy, clasped hands, whispering, and occasional shallow kisses, these are all within Damian's tolerance.

Those stupid couples in love make Damian feel sick, Gentle Connor... They don't make Damian feel sick, but the atmosphere between them is indescribable, making Damian feel depressed and thinking Roll your eyes.

And Wen Connor still does the stupid things couples do.

Especially feeding each other food.

They are technically eating on the same plate.Connor would cut up the steak, and Wen would pick it up and eat it.

But she didn't just eat it for herself, she took a bite for herself and gave Connor a bite.

Damian has no problem with Connor helping Wen cut the steak, Wen is so lazy, she is so lazy that she doesn't want to cut the steak and it won't be surprising, Damian has the problem with Connor - cutting steak can be used so slow? !

You're a half-Kryptonian!You can cut a steak in less than Wen blinks, why do you insist on cutting it so slowly, slowly?

Connor even cuts steaks so slowly that it takes Wen just as long to eat a steak for himself as to feed him another.

A couple in love, Damian angrily cutting his share, is the most incomprehensible creature in the world!

Wen savored the food carefully.

She has a pretty picky tongue, but even if she rated Conor's cooking without a girlfriend filter, she would give it a nine out of ten.One point was deducted because the taste of this steak was a little too bland.

She does prefer milder flavors, though, and her stomach doesn't handle harsh spices well.

Grilled steaks are often a little too dry, but this steak was tender on the grill.The salt and pepper strongly stimulate the aroma of the beef, and the sauce penetrates into the shredded meat. After the crispy shell is bitten off, it mixes with the beef as it is chewed. The taste of each bite is colorful and subtle. Variety.

Tasting food like this is like enjoying an orgy for the taste buds—only the flavors of this orgy are too bland.

Wen kind of regretted having Connor cook vegetable soup, potato soup, and the like, which were not bad, but they couldn't compare to this salt and pepper steak: it was almost flawless.

Except that it's really a bit too bland in taste.

Connor saw Wen's expression of surprise first, then fascination, then regret, and finally dissatisfaction.

He had never wasted his time like this before.

Somehow, it seemed like someone with super speed like him shouldn't be slowing down to do things.

Superman is always busy running around the world, tending to and helping those in need, and Quicksilver especially enjoys the almost cinematic stillness around him as he zips around; as for The Flash, that guy is the one that bothers and annoys the most The only thing that happened was that his speed was too fast, while the speed of the people around him was too slow.

If it weren't for his unfamiliarity with The Flash, Connor would have wanted to tell the Flash the classic story of "God told me to take the snail for a walk".

What's wrong with being slow?

However, in the past, he didn't actually slow himself down on purpose.

It's just that when he slowed down, slowed down again, and waited for Wen's leisurely movements, it felt like waiting for the rainstorm to stop under the eaves that couldn't get rain.

The breeze was cool, the sound of the rain was beautiful, and when the storm died down, he knew the sky would be filled with rainbows.

"I know you think it's a bit bland," Connor whispered into Wen's ear.

"...It's not that weak." Wen whispered, and cut the beef with his teeth cherishingly, letting the aroma of the gravy fill up, "It's quite fragrant after getting used to it."

Connor said, "Actually—"

"What? Tell me quickly, don't let me guess." Wen warned, "There is only one behavior that will make me angry, and that is to say nothing or say half of it, and I must guess."

"Actually, it's not that I can't just live here. I thought about it, and it doesn't seem so scary." Connor said, "And now I almost don't understand why I was so scared before, I feel as guilty as I am A liar who cheated your feelings, but I am obviously not a liar."

"Because of the special status, the order of the whole thing is wrong." Wen said naturally.

"What do you mean?"

"Under normal circumstances, our relationship is like this. I started to fall in love with you, but you and my family basically don't know each other, and there is not much intersection. I am the only bond between you. Then, if Our relationship was going well, and then you and my family would gradually start to get in touch," Wen said, "and then you would start to get to know each other gradually, more and more deeply."

"But our situation is, because Bruce is a bat and everyone else is a superhero, my family already knows you very well."

Connor continued: "But I'm only familiar with Tim, and I know almost nothing about Bruce, Dick, Jason or Damian."

"Not to mention Bruce's temper." Wen took a bite of lettuce and fed the rest to Connor, "It's normal to be uneasy and afraid in this situation-I think Dad and the others are completely letting go of the status quo deliberately , to put pressure on you."

Connor Moose suddenly realized, and at the same time became angry: "They are too bad."

"So, they keep silent, and you keep silent." Wen said, splitting the last two steaks with Connor, "I don't mind at all if you keep the status quo forever."

"I thought you hoped that we could get along more harmoniously... What are you laughing at?"

Wen smiled and gave Connor a sideways look, which made Connor lose most of his soul.

"I dare not say that I can get along well with them, let alone you." Wen said, she glanced at Damian sitting on the chair and the empty dinner plate in front of him, "We all When you're done eating, put away the plates."

Connor obediently stood up, piled up the empty plates and carried them back to the kitchen.

Damian said abruptly, "He didn't take you home to meet his father."

Wen Lele: "You think this is a competition."