Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Today is the time for the dinner scheduled by Cynthia and Bruce.

Bruce picked her up at the entrance of the theater in a Rolls Royce.

When Cynthia closed the car door, she almost saw the reflection of the camera lens in the dark.That poor bush can't hold so many entertainment reporters.

But Cynthia didn't bother to care about it anymore, her eyelids were trembling with sleepiness, like a student who didn't usually attend class when the exam was approaching.

Bruce pressed something cold and watery to her cheek.Cynthia shuddered and turned to look at him, her whole body became more awake.

"Coffee?" Bruce held the paper cup lovingly, smiling like a mother who knows her daughter's nightlife well.

"Oh, thank you." Cynthia gave him a decent and grateful smile, "How did you guess that I would be mentally ill?"

Bruce shrugged and started the car.He made an innocent face: "I didn't guess, I just thought an artist would always need coffee."

Cynthia was amused by him, she lowered her head and took a sip, the feeling of dizziness subsided slightly because of the cold and bitter taste.

"You haven't told me who the guests are at dinner tonight?" she said.

Bruce smiled, showing his sharp canine teeth like a small animal: "Oh, I'm sure you know most of them. They're the 'celebrities' of Gotham, you know."

He paused, and then said, "However, there is one more person that needs to be introduced to you."

Cynthia asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Bruce: "Lex Luthor, the chairman of the Metropolitan Lex Group. By the way, although he is also a chairman, he is nothing like me."

He winked playfully at her.

Cynthia was silent for a moment.

"I've known Lex for years, Bruce. If I told him you just teased him for being bald, do you think he'd reconsider working with the Wayne Group?"

"..." Bruce touched his nose guiltily, "You wouldn't do this to me, would you?"

Bruce Wayne's dinner parties are always strongly personal.

That is extravagance.

The red carpet, the chandeliers, and the shadows on the temples.Cynthia got off the Rolls-Royce holding Bruce's hand, and walked into the room calmly in front of all the spotlights.

Then they were surrounded by a group of reporters who had been lurking for a long time.

"Ms. Cynthia, what is your relationship with Mr. Wayne?"

"Mr. Wayne, are you and Ms. Cynthia dating now?"

"Ms. Cynthia, did you meet at the opening banquet of your theater last time?"

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne..."

Cynthia was taken aback by the reporters' overzealousness.

Although the reporters she meets usually are very attentive to her, but because of her high reputation, they always ask her questions with respect, peace and warmth.And even when she first entered people's sights at the age of thirteen or fourteen, they would never be like this-happy like a group of huskies who are running wild.

Bruce is used to this kind of scene, and he does it with ease.Cynthia always felt that it was because he had done so much that his life was full of boiling points.

Cynthia was there trying to calm things down: "No, actually, we just..."

Bruce put his arm around her shoulders: "Actually, I'm trying."

The reporters collectively gasped.

Cynthia turned her head to look at him in surprise: "What?"

"Oh sweetheart, don't you ever feel my affection for you?" Bruce lowered his blue eyes sadly. "Of course I'm after you, for the purpose of relationship."

"!!!!!!"

Cynthia heard the group of reporters making a sound like a skyscraper exploding.

But she really didn't feel Bruce had any damn feelings for her, and she could swear by her ability to observe human emotions that she was so proud of since she was a child, he was currently only admiring and curious about her at best.

Apparently, Wayne's weird desire to talk about a big relationship in front of the media is back.

Cynthia gritted her teeth secretly, smiling sweetly on the surface, and the hand sandwiched between the two bodies squeezed Bruce's waist hard.

"……hiss."

Bruce next to him tiptoed uncontrollably, and jumped up.

The gazes of the reporters, together with the cameras, looked over suspiciously.

"...Haha, isn't it a bit hot in here?" Bruce gave a pretty but thoughtless smile, "It must be your charm that made me dizzy, sweetheart. Come on, let's get a glass of wine, today's red wine is I specially transported it from my own manor, just for you..."

He easily bypassed the dense crowd of reporters with a clever step, and took Cynthia away with his arms around her waist.

The reporters also hugged their precious cameras and the shocking news recorded in the cameras, stopped in contentment, and watched the two disappear among the celebrities.

Cynthia really wanted to stop and smash Bruce's head with her high heels, but she was held tightly by that powerful arm and walked into the crowd, struggling secretly several times without breaking free.

She gritted her teeth and whispered: "...No matter what you want to do, you'd better not let go of your arms for the rest of your life, otherwise I will punch your beautiful chin the moment I am free."

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, why am I willing to let go?" Bruce smiled charmingly and sweetly, "I haven't introduced you to my friends yet."

As he spoke, he gracefully raised the other hand that was not holding Cynthia, and shouted: "Everyone—"

The guests in the hall looked over in unison.

Bruce tenderly looked down at Cynthia in his arms, and said to them: "I believe everyone knows this beautiful and talented lady beside me, and I am honored to invite her today——Cynthia, a famous actress and charity Come and be my companion."

He paused, and his expression became affectionate and romantic at a speed that was by no means slow but magically unobtrusive.

"If, I mean, if she doesn't dislike it, she will have a male companion for an unlimited time no matter today or in the future-until the god of love separates us."

The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded.They were silent for a moment, and then suddenly there was an exclamation that could knock the roof off.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Most of the people present were celebrities she knew, and they rushed over to ask the specific details of Cynthia hooking up with President Wayne, while those who were not familiar with him or had never met him gathered around and listened with great interest. gossip.

Cynthia: Feeling suffocated.

She had to use the IQ and EQ of the directors and reporters when she first entered the showbiz to answer the questions of those people who obviously failed to achieve their goals one by one. Even under the [-]-degree air conditioner, I still started to sweat gradually.

However, Bruce next to her disappeared without a trace.

Just as she was trying to find Bruce's furry head from the corner of her eye, while she was insulting him violently in her heart, there was a sudden commotion outside the crowd.

Cynthia followed everyone's gaze and saw a bright head walking towards this side.

Cynthia: "..."

old acquaintance.

Lex Luthor, the chairman of the Lex Group, was one of Cynthia's most supportive audiences during her performance in the Metropolitan Musical.

He is good at everything, extremely smart, humorous, gentle gentleman, generous and elegant.

Except no hair.

But I have to say that this also made Cynthia's impression of him even deeper in some ways.

The chairman, who is also worth billions, walked through the crowd with a decent smile and walked up to Cynthia.

"Hey, Cynthia," he said, "it's been a long time, it's good to see that your popularity is still as high as ever."

Different from Wayne's coquettish and lazy, Luthor seemed to have an aura of superiority. Once he walked into the crowd, the people around him would involuntarily back away.

So the people surrounding Cynthia gradually dispersed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully at Luther, and patted his arm: "Look, it's a big man who left his bright fortress and came to visit the dark Gotham Neighbor?"

Luther shook his head with a smile, took her to a quieter corner, and said, "Couldn't it be that I came to see you?"

Cynthia raised her eyebrows: "After so many years of not seeing each other, I suddenly had a sudden impulse, Lex, do you think I will believe it?"

"You were so shrewd a few years ago, it seems that you haven't regressed much now." Luther sighed with feigned regret, "Well, I know I can't hide it from you."

He blinked, took a sip of the wine glass, and said in a low voice: "The underground of Gotham has been very unstable recently, do you know that?"

Cynthia froze for a moment, turned sideways to block the angle of view from which she might see her face, and fiddled with her hair: "I heard it a little bit. Why, the Lex Group has a chain of interests here?"

Luther shook his head.

"You have a madman here, who dares to do anything, like a dog with red eyes." He said, "He smuggled a lot of drugs and explosives to the Metropolis a few days ago, and you don't know I believe how many there are. Moreover, several of my employees were caught by him when they came to Gotham to work, took away the newly developed weapons and materials, and then put them..."

He looked at Cynthia, opened his lips slightly, and made a "bang".

"I have to say that the people invited to Wayne's banquet are really full - even those who can eat black and white have come. One of them happened to be the one I was looking for." He said towards Looking around, "Speaking of which, I don't seem to have seen him. Wayne was with you just now, where is he now?"

Cynthia frowned.

As an honorary citizen of the Metropolis, Luthor is undoubtedly very concerned about the peace and security of the city. It can be said that a large part of the reason for the peace and stability of the Metropolis is due to him and the Lex Group under his name.

Cynthia knew he sometimes did things only secret agents do, but track down the source of illegal items?She looked at him disapprovingly: "So you came here alone to find that dangerous person? Lex, you can obviously hand this over to the police."

"No, Cynthia." Luther shook his head. "If you've seen that person, you'll know that he's far from the kind of criminal the police can deal with. Moreover, I suspect that he did all this for a purpose."

Cynthia frowned: "What purpose?"

Lex said meaningfully: "In your city, there has been a guy who specializes in cutting people's money in the past few years, hasn't he?"

Cynthia was startled: "You mean bat—"

"—Hey! Lex! Cynthia! What a coincidence!"

The conversation was interrupted, the two turned their heads, and saw Bruce walking towards them with his arms outstretched, with a slightly drunken bewilderment on his face.

Cynthia's eyebrows were raised high, she folded her arms and was about to speak, when her eyes caught the wine glass in his hand, she suddenly stopped.

Because she is a musical actor, she needs to protect her voice all the year round, so she is always insensitive to alcohol.Whenever someone puts a drink in her hand, she has to check whether the liquid in the glass is wine.

Over time, Cynthia developed a pair of eyes that are extremely sensitive to the properties and color of wine.

Therefore, when she saw the liquid in Bruce's glass, she might not be able to tell what it was, but she could clearly know that it was definitely not wine.

Cynthia looked at Bruce's cheek again, there was indeed a blush similar to alcohol.

She lowered her eyes, naturally put down the cup in her hand, and stood between the two of them.

"Mr. Wayne." Luther reached out to Bruce, shook it, and then looked at Cynthia teasingly, "Cynthia, don't you want to introduce your prospective boyfriend to me?"

"Please, Lex." Cynthia complained with a smile.

Bruce looked at Cynthia, then at Luther, and smiled: "Cynthia told me that you two knew each other a long time ago, and it was true. Why, what old things are the two old friends talking about?"

"Actually, the topic we just talked about is not 'old' at all." Luthor said, "We are talking about Gotham's new specialty in the past few years-Batman."

Cynthia noticed Bruce pause for a moment, barely visible to the naked eye.

"Yeah," she continued, "Actually, I met him yesterday. To be precise, it should be early this morning?"

Bruce looked taken aback. "Batman? You met him? My God! How did you not fall for him?" He looked at her worriedly with a very sincere look.

Cynthia narrowed her eyes.

"He won't do anything to me. He's a vigilante, Bruce," she said. "In fact, he not only didn't hurt me, but he even got rid of the cemetery punks so I could put the flowers in Old Will's." On the tombstone.—Will Sr. was my adoptive father, by the way."

Luther suddenly realized: "Oh, that black man you met when you were wandering? Is today his death day? I'm so sorry."

"No, it's his birthday. He won't let me see him on the anniversary of his death."

Cynthia said, smiling nostalgicly.

"He's a very interesting guy, and equally kind. We roamed every corner of Lower Gotham, and whenever there was something good to eat, he gave it to me first; , he stood up like a lion and chased them away; when the plastic roof started to leak, he always moved out the dry place for me. It can be said that without him, I would not be where I am now.”

Her pale eyes shone like a pair of clear blue crystals under the light. Bruce couldn't help but look sideways at her, and said with some surprise, "I never knew you were a waif."

Cynthia looked at him and pointed: "You are the second person I meet who can't use Google."

Bruce: "..."