Is boyfriend the dark knight today? [Comprehensive British and American]

"In this case, let's suspect that you have dissociative amnesia for the time being." Dawn shrugged, "Forget about your identity information, past experiences, living environment..." He whispered, his tone was light and slow, if Thoughtful.

"I noticed that you don't seem to have any impression of De Broglie?"

Bruce knew what Dawn was implying—he was saying that he might have once been from that place.

"In fact, there is no such thing," he said. "In my impression, de Broglie is the name of a very great physicist."

Dawn laughed: "Of course, I have studied physics."

He shook his head, letting go of the subject, "I noticed you're wary, have you been trained?"

"Are you asking me that silly question?" Bruce asked back.

"Yeah, silly question." Dawn shook his head, changed his posture, picked up his glass and took a sip from the rim, "Okay then, another question." He said.

"Are you—are you trained?"

A wine glass that left the handle's fingers was already close to Bruce's eyes.Before he could even catch the last few syllables in the other person's words, Bruce's fingers had already grasped the stem of the goblet with his body's quick reaction, and his other hand was just above the eyes. Under the action, the wine splashed on the back of Bruce's hand.

He heard Dawn applauding softly on the opposite side: "Sharp, professional, and precise. Emergency situations can also take into account the problem of sight, which is perfect."

At this time, the crimson wine was sliding onto Bruce's body along the back of his hand, his elbow, because of his quick response, his face that should have been embarrassed was hardly affected.

"You've been trained." He said it affirmatively.

Dawn didn't seem to care about Bruce's anger at being doused all over him for no apparent reason.He raised the wine glass that he was going to use to pour Bruce, and slightly raised his hand to Bruce in a gesture of toasting: "Happy cooperation."

Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, smirking commercially.Being dependent on others, he really doesn't have much right to resist the other party.

"You've also been trained in arrogance."

Dawn shrugged and didn't take his sarcasm to heart: "Perhaps, arrogance needs capital."

"There's clean clothes on the side of your seat," he said. "You can go and tidy up in the bathroom, though I guess my old housekeeper didn't realize he should have your measurements."

Bruce opened the secret compartment next to the seat and took out the clothes inside.Still in the suit, meticulously folded, he glanced at Dawn.

The other party spread his hands: "Brand new, the latest popular style."

Bruce went to the bathroom without saying anything.

Obviously, the clothes are a little smaller.

When Bruce looked at Dawn before, he could already see that the other person's figure was slightly slender compared to his own. Although the difference was only one centimeter in width to the naked eye, it was enough to make the shirt, which was originally designed to be close-fitting, unbuttonable. Button up the chest.

He just tidied up a little and walked out like this.

A clear whistle.

"It worked better than I expected."

The culprit had already changed his position, and he didn't hide the appreciation in his eyes at this time.

Bruce frowned.

"Praise be to your charm," Dawn said.He looked at the fit and well-proportioned man wearing his shirt, his beautiful muscular lines were looming under the cover of the loose skirt, because Dawn's body was slender, and his trousers were not made to be high-waisted.But it doesn't seem to be inappropriate to wear it on a man. On the contrary, the mermaid line between the corner of the clothes and the waist of the trousers is attractive.

"Even though I don't actually enjoy indulging in such pleasures, I have to say it was a loss to miss you that day."

The object of his praise did not hide his anger at all: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Don't be offended, my friend," he said, with a reassuring gesture, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't expecting such a sight, but I promise I didn't intend to do it before you refused my drink. "

But this time, the object of his dialogue did not calm down his anger as easily as those in the past-this is really new to Dawn.But soon, he put aside the slightly offended dissatisfaction, and changed back to the polite attitude when he had breakfast in the morning: "I apologize to you, Bruce, I was self-willed."

Bruce nodded, dismissing the matter.Sit down in front of Dawn again.He has already seen clearly that perhaps arrogance is the real nature of the other party.Dawn is willing to bow his head, but because the other party is currently very interested in himself, so he is willing to tolerate some small "offences".

I'm afraid that the previous estimate of Dawn's power should be raised a little bit.He thought silently, with a powerful enough force, at least everyone the other party has met will bow to him for various reasons, and Dawn should be the person in power of this force.

——The right comes from the inheritance of the ancestors, and those who strive for themselves will not have such arrogance.But he took over this force very early, and with a strong wrist, he easily defeated his competitors.

In his world, it seems that there has never been an equal opponent or an elder who hindered him, so that he can develop such an arrogant character that cannot be defied.For such a person, Bruce can already imagine that the opponent's power must be the voice of this domineering and dictator.However, the dictator and dictator are obviously wise enough to convince his subordinates, and he himself does not seem to have much interest in controlling all the power, otherwise, according to the scale of power estimated by Bruce, sitting in front of him should be a man with two black heads. A workaholic who lives on coffee for eye circles.

He silently put everything he had speculated into in his heart that belonged to Tang.Dawn's profile list.On the surface, he was resting with his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to want to talk to the rude guy opposite him for the time being.

Dawn was considerate and didn't provoke Bruce, who had already expressed his dissatisfaction clearly.

Of course he knew that the other party must be observing and evaluating him-there seemed to be a natural induction among smart people, allowing them to find their own kind in the crowd.Bruce was cautious enough to convince others that he was harmless, but it also exposed him to Dawn.

A smart person will generally not be pretended to be a pig and a tiger, unless he is not smart enough.

Dawn could even roughly guess what kind of evaluation this man who inexplicably appeared in his room and lost his identity had had about him—it was nothing more than strong self-confidence, arrogance, and the like.He is sure that the information the other party can get from him is what he wants to show, just as he is not sure whether the man on the other side is really as he has shown, a man who is good at weighing the situation, but is not sensitive to emotions. To control the proud man who is slightly lacking-this is the struggle of smart people, true and false, the key is to find the right information in the clues.

The plane did fly for as long as Dawn said.Bruce originally closed his eyes and fell asleep, but after a long time, he felt tired.Considering that the cooperation has just been reached, Dawn doesn't need to do anything that is not good for him, so he simply emptied his mind and let his body sink into a temporary rest.

The man didn't sleep deeply, and Bruce opened his eyes when he felt the plane start to descend.

He stretched his body slightly, and found that Dawn was also asleep sitting opposite him.

Probably because the indifferent brown eyes that always seemed to belong to the superior when opened were blocked by the thin eyelids, and the hairband tied at the end of the hair was also removed and loosened.Dawn's face was much softer against the black curly hair hanging down his cheeks. He didn't look like a long-standing ruler in power, but more like a noble but uncommon prince.

Ever since he met Dawn, he has been evaluating the opponent's combat power and power, but he has not paid attention to the opponent's appearance.But from the current point of view, Dawn does have the capital to be arrogant, but...

Dawn's eyelids trembled probably because he felt the undisguised gaze from other people.When he opened his eyes, Bruce had looked away.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Bruce, then turned on his mobile phone to check the time: "We're almost there."

Bruce responded casually, eyes still looking out the window.The ground is already very close.

The place where the plane is about to land is obviously not a public place, but a private airport.Bruce silently recorded the terrain he saw in the air in his mind.While this isn't always necessary, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

"Brue." Dawn called out suddenly.Bruce turned his head subconsciously, and saw the man looking at him and smiling slowly.

"You are such a mystery." The smile faded just as soon as it appeared, but Dawn still stared at him, "I thought what you told me was a fake name, but now it seems that it seems real."

"Of course it's true," Bruce said flatly. "At least we're partners now, aren't we? I'm always honest."

At this time, there was a slight vibration from the fuselage. It should be that the plane has landed on the ground.He looked down, and sure enough.

"Really?" Dawn had already unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. Hearing the words, he asked softly, "What you said sounds very interesting."

As he spoke, he turned his neck, stretching his joints that were stiff from sitting, and didn't seem to care at all about Bruce's reaction to his words.

As expected, there was indeed no reply from behind.

"Let's go, Bruce." He said, and walked down the cabin door that was opened by Mr. Steward.

"Good evening, sir." O'Brien greeted, his face was more tired than before, but his attitude was still meticulous.

"Good evening." Dawn nodded slightly to him, and walked through the path that Mr. Butler turned sideways.

"Father." Bruce heard a low voice from outside the cabin.

The author has something to say:

Today I have to complain to everyone about my good friend [Manual Aite], I am stuck to death, and he relentlessly urged me to code.Not only that, when I begged him to help me figure out the plot, he ruthlessly gave me a sentence [I am not good at Chinese]

I knelt down and burst into tears, then opened a spelling room, managed to hold back a thousand words, and told him happily.

Him: Thank you for the spelling

Me: It's me!

Him: No, I mean, the big guy who invited you to spell

Me: It's me! ! !My own room! ! ! ! !

Him: All right, all right, praise you

Him: As expected of you

I:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

I'm wronged