Win Wayne

"Our family is very rich." Wen lowered his voice, "Really, our family is really rich, much richer than you imagine..."

"Is Mr. Stark rich?" Spiderman didn't laugh at Wen, but asked seriously.

Wen looked at him in surprise, and he scratched his head and explained shyly: "Actually, I can also guess that your family is rich, and your handbag is an antique. I have seen exactly the same collection in museums."

With his amazing eyesight, Spider-Man determined that the antique bag was exactly the same as the one in the museum, and even if it wasn't the real thing but a fake, it would definitely be worth a fortune.

With lowered eyes, Wen lightly brushed the golden "For Wendy" on the handbag with his fingers.

She said, "You mean Mr. Tony Stark?"

This name came out of her mind abruptly again, followed by a lot of related information and intelligence, Wen quickly remembered them in her heart——that’s not right, these things were hers in the first place. in memory.

She just couldn't remember it for a while, maybe she didn't integrate well with this new body.

Spider-Man said, "Of course. Which Stark could it be?"

"It's almost rich." Wen said vaguely, "I can't make it too clear, sorry..."

However, since Spider-Man heard Wen's answer of "almost rich", he has been in a state of being struck by lightning.

He screamed crazily in his heart!

About as rich as Mr. Stark!The last name still starts with "W"!

Is this still a guess?Is there any need to guess?

And just now Wen Cai said that her father has three adopted sons!Three adopted sons!In the end, I have never heard of the matter of the biological youngest son, but considering the secrets of the wealthy family, inheritance rights, and various property divisions, it is not difficult to understand that it is not disclosed to the public...

OMG!

Wen is Bruce Wayne's daughter!

In fact, Spider-Man didn't believe it right away. Really, this kind of thing has to be investigated first to be sure...

He looked at Wen.

From the moment they met, he knew that Wen was a beautiful girl, but it was only now that he began to observe Wen's appearance carefully.

Long black hair with elegant little curls at the end, soft and lustrous; blue eyes-so deep and pure blue, but covered with a layer of mist, as if tears could fall at any time.

There was a natural charm in her eyes.

Ahhhhh!

Spiderman screamed in his heart, why didn't he see it just now!Just looking at half of his face, Wen is exactly the same as Bruce Wayne!

It's exactly the female version of Bruce Wayne!

The lower half of the face is not very similar, or in fact, it is not like the bridge of the nose. Wen's nose bridge is very delicate, not as tall as Bruce Wayne; Wen's chin is very small, which is a kind of feminine The arc is not as sharp as Bruce Wayne.

Especially Wen's temperament... God, she is really not the imposing type, she is not even the elegant type, although her every move seems well-bred and very elegant.

Spider-Man focused his gaze on Wen's thin shoulders.

Her chin was lifted slightly, her shoulders were thrown back, and her collarbones were so delicately slender that they could be broken by a gust of wind.

Because she had just suffered from a phobia just now, her face was very pale, and she unconsciously clenched her hands tightly, her thin and long fingers twisted together, rubbing each other uneasily.

A slender wrist was exposed from her long sleeves.

Wen's temperament is... Spiderman thought, Wen gave people the feeling of being fragile and fragile.

Wen is like a wisp of smoke.

It seemed that even breathing could disturb her, making one feel terrified even just standing in front of her.

Spider-Man feels that he can vaguely understand Mr. Wayne's approach. You have a fragile glass doll, and unless you want to break it, you won't show it to the outside, right?

You are not very good at touching it, let alone getting close to it.

You put it in a hard and transparent display case, make sure it stays beautiful and safe every day, and you will be satisfied.

But if you think so, understanding is understandable... But Wen is a living person, not a glass doll.

Spider-Man felt that he was so frightened by this accidentally discovered secret that he was in no mood to go on patrol again, especially considering that Wen was sitting alone on a bench watching the river just now, and he felt a phobia...

He suddenly discovered that something was wrong with Wen again.

At some point, small patches of bruise appeared on her exposed skin, and because Wen's skin was particularly fair, these bruises were particularly obvious.

"You," he was suddenly terrified, "what's wrong with you?!"

What kind of phobia is this reaction? !

God, Wen is too fragile!

Spider-Man choked on the air and hiccupped because of being overly frightened.

And Wen, standing on the side of the street, rubbing his itchy skin with his fingertips, calmly told Spider-Man: "It's nothing, I just..."

- Caffeine allergy.

"...I'm just allergic to caffeine," she said, "and Coke has caffeine in it."

Great, in just a few hours, she has discovered two phobias and one allergy in this body.

What a broken body.

Spider-Man's tone vividly deduces what is unbelievable: "You know that you are allergic to caffeine and still drink Coke?"

she does not know!

No!Don't put on such a posture that you are too self-willed and you don't pay much attention to your body!

Wen felt very tired. She slowly scratched the itchy place with her fingertips a few times, and stopped knowingly before the skin broke. Just drink it."

Spider-Man said: "Allergy medicine - you have allergy medicine in your bag, take some."

Only then did Wen open the bag, took out the small box in the bag, opened it, and then, together with Spiderman, faced the compartment full of various pills, lost in thought.

At this moment, their thoughts are at the same frequency: How many messy diseases does she/I have? !

Wen instinctively chose one and swallowed it.

Within a few minutes, the bruises on the skin subsided, and the itchy feeling disappeared without a trace.Spider-Man reluctantly went to the alley to eat the food Wen bought for him, and then rushed out: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

While Spider-Man was eating, Wen had already turned on his phone and searched for Spider-Man.

#New York Good Neighbor Openly Talking to the Side of the Road#

#shock!Spiderman openly dating on the streets of New York#

#Where did the smelly woman rob my husband#

#Within 3 minutes, I want to know the identity of this hot and beautiful young lady#

...Even in a different world, Wen thought, sand sculpture netizens are those familiar sand sculpture netizens.

The Wimbledon fun was interrupted by Spider-Man's questioning voice, and she said, "Huh? Send me?"

"That's right," Spider-Man said naturally, "Look at your poor health, you have phobias, you know you're allergic to caffeine and you still drink coffee, of course I have to send you back, otherwise you have an accident on the road manage!"

Wen Xin said that she didn't know where she should go back, and she was thinking of separating from Spider-Man later, looking through the documents in the bag to find clues to her identity.

"I'm not in poor health," she immediately corrected without thinking, "I'm in good health."

Even when Spider-Man is silent, Wen can sense his mistrust of the words.

Wen thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hands until they were above his head, his arms were naturally and gracefully bent into a hugging shape, and then he stood on tiptoe, performing a set of smooth and beautiful ballet movements.

Dip, kick, jump and spin.

Ordinary people can't really see the technical content of this set of movements.

But when Wen Qu stretched, her hands, legs, and waist were graceful and still; when she kicked, her legs opened outward like flower buds that were blooming, and closed like time went backwards.

When she leaped, she was suspended in mid-air almost as light as a feather; and when she began to spin, she was like a wave on the surface of the sea, as soft and perfect as if she had no bones at all.

Her too thin body finally had the best explanation.

After performing a complete set of movements, Wen gracefully took a curtain call, and there was thunderous applause - the pedestrians on the street were attracted by her dance, they applauded vigorously and whistled to express their love for this solo dance show.

"Pretty!"

"Perfect! Awesome!"

"I can't take my eyes off at all!"

Someone else yelled at Spider-Man: "Is this your girlfriend, Spider-Man? She's so beautiful!"

"No—no, no," Spider-Man stammered over a roar of laughter, "She's not me—we're not—I just met her today!"

Without the cover of the hood, the little boy would have been so red-faced that he couldn't speak, Wen thought.

She relaxed her body and was surprised that this body could still dance ballet. Surrounded by people, Spiderman, who was so teased that he couldn't speak, finally hugged Wen and fled the scene through the spider web. Swinging far away before stopping.

He put Wen on the ground uneasily, and said lightly, "You, are you okay? Are you not afraid?"

"...Phobia is a very complex disease with no [-]% cure rate. It is not caused by simple fear or lack of fear." Wen said, "You use the word 'fear', which makes me look cowardly."

Spider-Man was taken aback: "That's not what I meant."

"I know." Wen didn't understand why she was so sensitive to this kind of thing, these emotions seemed to be hidden deep in her heart all the time, "I'm just... sorry, I just hate it when people say that. "

Why should you be afraid of open spaces?Why should you be afraid of claustrophobic places?

These questions are ridiculous.Because if someone gets into a car accident and becomes paralyzed, no one will ask: Why did you get hit by a car and become paralyzed?

But if you have a fear of empty spaces, if you have claustrophobia, people keep asking you, implicit accusations: Why are you afraid of these things that no one else is afraid of?

Spiderman tilted his head and looked at Wen: "You are not cowardly."

He said seriously: "You're just sick."

Wen looked at him in amazement, although the boy standing in front of her was still an underage boy, but the words were so sensible and mature, like a sweet current pouring into Wen's cold and sad heart, making her An urge to kiss Spider-Man's lips through the hood...

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