Win Wayne

To say that Bruce Wayne has never been rejected would be pure hyperbole.

Of course he is handsome and rich, but the widely spread reputation of a playboy and the absurd things that happen from time to time, while adding more charm to him, will inevitably dissatisfy people who are more low-key and conservative.

The surname Wayne is not always omnipotent - there are always some people in this world who can remain unmoved in front of wealth and appearance, and show disdain and annoyance in front of him.

Bruce can even deal with face-to-face insults with grace, but Wen's attitude still catches him off guard.

He stood at the door with a slightly stiff smile on his face.

Wen stared at the door panel in disbelief for a few seconds after it slammed shut.

Oh shit.

Too grassy.

The prairie is so grassy.

Opening the door and seeing that the face behind the door belonged to Bruce Wayne was already a nuclear bomb-level shock, and Wen's brain was overloaded and shut down on the spot.

It's nothing, isn't it just Bruce Wayne? Although Wen doesn't care about the scandal in the entertainment version, she has seen this face more or less a few times. I was amazed for a while...Damn it!Bruce Wayne is Wendy's father. Damn how can such a thing be "nothing"!

In the great shock, Zhongwen still had the mood to recall her evaluation of "father" and "family".

Well, very good.

She basically didn't say a good word about them outside, she only slandered and slandered them.

Mr. Wayne's attitude towards the various tabloid gossip reports is very clear, that is, unless the bottom line is involved, it will be completely laissez-faire.Apart from being too extravagant and not treating money as money at all, he actually has no valuable black spots—this is not Wen’s analysis, but the analysis of Sand Sculpture netizens, and he also cited very sufficient evidence to support his own View.

Most of the time, Wen would "stop watching for too long", but the chicken thief's sand sculpture netizens arranged the content with pictures and texts, and put a few emoticons from time to time to make them look clever, and Wen finished reading it without knowing it.

Although she doesn't know Mr. Wayne at all, Wen maintains basic respect for the richest man in Gotham.

So after a short period of confusion, she realized that "Bruce Wayne is Wendy's father and I'm talking bad about him everywhere outside".

The first reaction is to feel guilty, extremely guilty, so guilty that the whole body starts to sweat.

Up until now, Wen was actually quite calm, but for a while, he didn't think of what attitude he would use to treat Mr. Wayne, but after the other party smiled and opened his mouth and said "Go home, Wen"...

Wen exploded.

She is too familiar with this sentence. She has heard it too many times. She fashioned a pattern of physiological stress.

The moment this sentence appeared, Wen only felt a surge of soreness rising from the bladder.

To put it in a simpler and easier-to-understand way, she felt like she was about to urinate.

She was terrified.Not exactly fear.All kinds of messy emotions surged through her veins, making her retch, and the strong desire to urinate made her tense the muscles of her abdomen and calves. She wanted to turn around and run into the room, but the strange thing was that she didn't Can't walk.

It was like a nightmare recurring.

Wen thought nothing of it.It took all her energy to fight this strong physical urge, this surging feeling so strong, so strong, and so-so-

reality.

Not quite real, but very real.

But Wen couldn't tell the difference at all, she slowly backed away from the door, then ran into the room in one breath, throwing herself into Connor's arms.

Is this a nightmare?Were all her previous experiences hallucinations?When will the nightmare stop?

"Wen?" Connor said strangely, "I heard you locked the door again, you were too brave to lock your dad out, I thought you at least wanted to say a few words to him To be angry with him..."

"Let's do something." Wen interrupted Connor hastily, "Let's do it."

Connor looked at Wen.

He understood Wen's seriousness without hindrance, and subconsciously leaned back:

"I don't think it's a good time baby, you have to trust me, I didn't say no to you because your offer wasn't appealing, or because I was getting bored with it, actually now I'm starting to regret saying no You, no, no, no, don't think about it anymore, Connor, she is very irrational now, you have to control yourself..."

"We're going to Antarctica to see penguins," Wen said. "I'm going to Antarctica to see penguins."

"Okay." Connor said without hesitation, "Then let's go."

He hugged Wen, but Wen regretted it again.

"I'm not going to see penguins in Antarctica," Wen said. "Let's do it."

"You're so scared, Win, baby," Connor said, "You're too scared to have fun. And I'm kind of upset that you're doing this to get away from Bruce Wayne, I mean—we're still How about going to Antarctica to see penguins.”

He lowered his head and kissed Wen's lips, and said, "Do you still want to go to Antarctica to see penguins?"

"...No." Wen answered him in a low voice, "I'll go and open the door for him."

Bruce hesitated outside the door, then raised his hand and knocked again.

The three rhythmic tones, evenly distributed in strength, well expressed his intention to urge the people behind the door to open the door without appearing too impatient and forceful.

He thought he would be left waiting outside the door, but just as he didn't expect the door to be shut so quickly, he didn't expect the door to open again.

Bruce didn't know what he had done to make Wen react so strongly, and he decided to wait and see what happened without saying anything.

He finally saw the little girl face to face.

She looked the same as when she appeared in the video, with a petite face, smooth black hair, hazy blue eyes, and full lips.She squeezed the doorknob, eyed him with a puzzled look, and took a step back as if burned when Bruce tried to smile at her.

Bruce said, "It's a nice day today."

"Yeah." Wen replied.

"Aren't you inviting me in?" Bruce asked gently.

"No," Wen said.

"You seem to be a little repulsive to me." Bruce said again.

"..."

"I think you know who I am, don't you, Wen? I'm your father, and that's what you've been implying to people you know."

Bruce's original plan was to follow Wen's rhetoric to the outside world, but slightly different from what he imagined, Wen seemed to know that his father knew nothing about her existence.

And her attitude was so vigilant and fearful--so obvious, her fear was as obvious as the moon in the night sky.

The strange thing is that this fear seems to have little emotional content.

Her fear is more like that of a pedestrian seeing a poisonous snake on the side of the road. It is ridiculous to say how much this person hates this snake, but this person undoubtedly fears the threat posed by this snake.

"Wen." Bruce showed his most lovable smile, "Can I call you Wen?"

Wen didn't speak, so Bruce assumed that he was acquiesced, and continued: "I brought you a small gift, honey, it's not something expensive."

He took the lipstick out of his suit pocket and handed it to the girl in front of him. He noticed that the girl was always standing more than three meters away from him, so he bent his arm a little and didn't pass it straight.

Wen stared at him with a penetrating gaze, but he didn't approach him or simply reject the gift as Bruce guessed, but stood on tiptoe in an extremely elegant posture, leaning forward, Extending her arms—she maintained delicate stability in a ballet movement—then pinched the gift between her fingertips and regained her footing.

She looked at the package, and her eyes flickered when she saw the ribbon used to wrap the gift, as if caught in some kind of memory.

Shit, Wen thought.

It couldn't be what she thought of.

She opened the package, and sure enough, she saw a lipstick.She unscrewed the cap, swirled out the lipstick body, and twirled her fingers to appreciate the shiny gold powder in the bright red.

"I love the color," she admits.

Then she threw the lipstick on the ground and crushed it with her toes.

Bruce watched her behavior without the slightest shock or impatience, he kept a charming smile and said, "Looks like you don't like it."

"No," Wen said, "I do."

"Then you don't like me anymore."

"...No." Wen said delicately, "That's not the case."

"Then why did you do that?"

"I don't know," Wen replied.

She raised her face, observed Bruce carefully for a while, and carefully discerned the similarities with Wendy on his face... He and Wendy were indeed very similar, but she had never paid attention to this aspect in the past. I thought, after all, how do you say that sentence, good-looking people always have similarities, and ugly people are ugly in their own way.

"Well, it's an honor to be crushed by you. If doing so can make you happy, this gift is worth the money." Bruce said unhurriedly, "I don't want to seem too anxious to attract you. dissatisfaction, if there is something about me that you find annoying, maybe you can tell me."

"I hate every bit of you," Wen said. "I hate the way you pop up. I hate the way you knock on the door. I hate the voice, rhythm, and tone of your voice. I hate the way you look, whether you're To laugh or not to smile, whether you're blinking or not. I hate your brows and nose, your hair, the color of your eyes and your pupils. I hate your lips. I hate your chin the most. But it doesn't matter The least, it’s about the same anyway.”

Bruce froze.

But he is still personable: "There are still many aspects of me that you don't understand."

"No," Wen said, "I hate every little thing that makes you who you are, the way you think, the way you pose, the way you act."

"I hate that you are not angry with me now, but if you get angry, I will hate you even more. I hate your tolerance and tolerance, but if you are not patient and tolerant, I will hate you even more. I hate your patience and gentleness, But if you're not patient and gentle, I'll hate you even more."

"I hate you for yourself," Wen said. "I hate you. I hate you so much."