Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

[It is absolutely impossible to go on like this. ] Cynthia was lying on the big hotel bed with her eyes closed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, her expression was so solemn that she could be pushed into the cremation furnace in the next second.

After waiting for a while without hearing an answer, Cynthia repeated: [I said, this is not good, the system.I can no longer make a living by stealing, it is an insult to my character. 】

There was a faint sound of electric current from the system, and then its voice sounded again: [But I saw you take out your wallet at that time, and it was so proficient that it was as if you had survived by relying on this 27 years ago. 】

[It is "the first 26 years", and the age does not continue to be counted after death. 】Cynthia corrected, 【Besides, just because I'm proficient in technology doesn't mean I should use it, it's just one of the little tricks I used to survive in my childhood. 】

[In fact, your little tricks won't be needed anytime soon. 】The system said triumphantly,【After the first task was completed, I used a little trick to get back all your previous property—except for the ones that were confiscated and given to the memorial hall.And I can assure you that nothing I've ever handled will ever be noticed by anyone again. 】

Cynthia sat up from the bed.

【how did you do that? ] She opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

The system said calmly and abnormally: [It's very simple, it's just that the relevant memory of the relevant staff has been tampered with, so that they can modify and forget this matter.Little thing, I can do a lot more than this. 】

【all?Does it include bank accounts and real estate? ] Cynthia clasped her hands tightly.

【certainly. 】The system answers.

[I love you, system! 】Cynthia jumped up, 【I can't take it anymore, I want to move to my own house right away, let me think about it, what should I do?The house in New York is too close to the urban area, Gotham cannot go, and the house in Los Angeles is in the rich area...]

It may be because she wandered for too long when she was a child. When she grew up, Cynthia always had an inexplicable sense of territory. She recognized her bed and didn't like living in hotels. This made her have her own in every shooting location and tour location she often visited. real estate.Of course, her financial resources cannot make each one of them exquisite and luxurious, so apart from the extremely expensive villa in Los Angeles, where Hollywood is located, the others are some mediocre residential houses—even the one in Gotham. That's right, it's just that she bought that one a few years ago.

The system reminded her: [Remember, it must not be a place with many people, and it is better to have less surveillance. It would be best if no one cares about that place... I still recommend you to go back to Gotham, Cynthia. 】

Cynthia pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled, looked out the window, and said slowly: 【Do you know, system?When filming "Gotham Stories", for a while, the crew needed to perform live performances in the wilderness at the junction of the two cities. I was not used to sleeping in a tent, so I bought a small house in the suburbs as a personal base... I Thinking, since we can't go back to Gotham, why not just move next door to Gotham - Metropolis. 】

Maybe it's because of the damn territoriality, maybe it's because she mentioned Gotham too many times tonight, after finalizing her whereabouts and saying good night to the system, Cynthia lay on that too soft bed and did an endless Ruyi dream.

In the dream, Cynthia finally finished filming "Scarborough Fair" and was able to return to Gotham to recuperate. At the same time, she also had enough financial resources to accomplish what she had always wanted to do—she bought a The circus I used to be in as a child, and spent half a year transforming it into a Victorian theater.

Today is the time to cut the ribbon for the opening of the "Moonlight" Theater.Obviously, Cynthia's achievements and status in the industry have brought her the favor of the upper class. The celebrities in Gotham stepped on the red carpet prepared by Cynthia for them in expensive shoes, and held their glasses of wine with restraint and pride. The expression on his face praised this newly built but elegant theater.

It was at this time that Bruce Wayne met Cynthia.It was already late when he came, the opening ceremony had already ended, and he didn't even hear the opening speech.But it doesn't matter, for the Gotham baby who is famous for his absurdity, he can't be blamed no matter how late he is-this is just a small opening banquet, and it is a miracle that Wayne can appear here.

"I just came here to see who bought this circus, after all, I've been here before to see a performance." Gotham Prince said to the reporters who frantically clicked the shutter when they saw him get off the car.He smiled sweetly, handsome and charming as ever, with cobalt blue eyes filled with misty tenderness—or a blur from alcoholism.

The reporters all turned their microphones back collectively.After all, they knew it was true, and the last time Bruce Wayne came here to watch a show was the day the Waynes were killed.

In the theater, after a brief intermission, the guests all took their seats in twos and threes, ready to enjoy the upcoming stage play.Cynthia had just checked the status of the actors and support staff, and walked out from the backstage, carrying her fishtail skirt and slowly stepped up the steps, ready to go to the second floor—that is, the VIP area.At this moment, she heard a lot of noise coming from outside the door, so she turned around and looked behind her.

With the flashing spotlight behind him, Bruce Wayne walked in the middle of the red carpet like no one else, and with his slender legs wrapped in couture trousers, he broke into the sight of everyone in the room.

He looked around the interior of the theater with a casual smile, and then his eyes met with Cynthia who was standing on the top of the stairs and looking back.

Although he is always rated as a "beautiful idiot" by the media, it has to be said that this noble young master does have an excellent appearance.With black hair and sea eyes, and a coquettish smile, when he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he saw Cynthia, he was even more naughty and innocent that belonged to a teenager.

In his gentle blue eyes, Cynthia's appearance was reflected - she was standing on the winding escalator, wearing a floor-length white mermaid skirt with a layer of thin and shimmering gauze on it, the sparkling The effect makes her look noble like a princess in a carriage; the design of the tube top reveals her white pearl-like skin, and the gently hanging cuffs modify the graceful shoulder and neck lines. , holding the platinum-blonde curly hair hanging by the ear with one hand.

Cynthia naturally recognized this famous character—in Gotham, who wouldn't know Bruce Wayne?So she complained in her heart about the big trouble that this stuck point was coming, while showing a faint smile, she lifted the hem of her skirt and went downstairs again.

"Mr. Wayne, it's my honor." Cynthia came to him and extended her hand politely.

Bruce looked at her, then pulled out an ambiguous smile, held her hand and said, "You must be the new owner here, right? Wow, it seems that my whim visit is really well-timed."

"I think you are right. The girls and boys who will perform next are all good players I have invited from all over the world." Cynthia smiled and tried to withdraw her hand calmly, but was caught by a wave of He grabbed it firmly.

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?" Bruce asked without changing his expression as he tugged at her finger.

"...Cynthia. Just call me Cynthia, Mr. Wayne." Cynthia decided not to save her right hand.

"Then," Gotham's most famous playboy slowly pulled her hand in front of him, lowered his head, and gently pressed a kiss on it, then raised his eyes in this posture, and looked at her With a low smile, "Can I have the honor to enjoy this performance with you, Ms. Cynthia?"

There was suppressed exclamation from the surrounding crowd, and the sound of the shutter instantly drowned out the background music that Cynthia had originally selected.Bruce showed a satisfied micro-expression in the flash, although it was fleeting, it was still captured by Cynthia.

He wanted to pick me up, and he wanted to pick me up in a high-profile way in front of the media.Cynthia raised her eyebrows high in her mind, but there was also an ambiguous smile on her face, and she said softly, "Did I say 'it's my honor'?"

Bruce laughed happily, and stretched out his golden arm to her, and Cynthia took it kindly, and then gestured to the second floor with the other arm: "This way please, Mr. Wayne."

Everyone watched Bruce Wayne get himself a seat in the VIP area for free in less than 5 minutes, and they were so jealous that they collectively deformed.

Maybe the lighting in the private room in the VIP area is indeed a little too dark, and the curtains shouldn't be so thick, Cynthia thought.

But that still wasn't enough of an excuse for Bruce Wayne to fall asleep after drinking a supposedly refreshing cup of black tea.

Cynthia looked at the sleeping face of Gotham sweetheart by the light coming in from the stage.After falling asleep, Bruce's flirtatious face actually looked very well-behaved - a few slightly curly bangs drooped on the eyelids, the eyebrows were slightly wrinkled in grievance, and the slender eyelashes were softly attached to the lower eyelids. Cynthia saw that the two lips, which seemed to be kissing all the time, looked somewhat like cats—this undoubtedly aroused a strange preference in Cynthia's heart. She eagerly stretched out her right index finger, wanting to explore its feel.

Then her left hand stretched out like lightning, and with a "snap", she firmly held her right hand.

Bruce frowned uncomfortably at the crisp sound.

Cynthia quickly leaned over and whispered hypnotically in his ear: "Sleep, Bruce. I wish you a sweet dream."

Seeing Bruce's expression gradually become peaceful, Cynthia couldn't help but let out a long breath.

She asked herself painfully: Are you a pervert, Cynthia?

Behind the VIP area is Cynthia's lounge. She looked in the direction of the dancing shoes and decided to use the pain from the ligament to wake herself up.

So when Bruce woke up, he found that the stage downstairs had closed, the guests had already dispersed, and the private room was empty.He wiped his face, sighed in confusion and annoyance, and stepped out of the private room.

Walk out of the private room, turn a corner, and you can see the empty public area on the second floor, where there is a huge carved French window, looking out from its angle, you can have a panoramic view of Gotham outside the window.Now, Cynthia was standing on tiptoe, with her arms raised, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a dance skirt and dancing shoes.The moon that had just risen outside the window gave her a soft halo, making her look as if she had just stepped down from there.

She turned around and saw Bruce standing at the corner, showing a mischievous smile: "Oh, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep here all night."

Bruce touched the tip of his nose and coughed, "Well...I'm sorry, I usually don't sleep so...long."

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Wayne. After all, drama is meant to relax people." Cynthia said with a smile.Blessed with a layer of radiance, she looked tolerant at this time, just like the Virgin Mary descending to earth, even she herself was moved.

"They didn't say anything bad about me, did they?...I mean, those 'celebrities'." Bruce raised his hand and made a double-quote gesture, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, no, no." Cynthia spread her hands, "They just think that the reason we haven't come out for so long...is a little romantic." She said tactfully.

The satisfied expression flashed across Bruce's face very quickly again, as if this was the effect he wanted to get.

Master Wayne enjoys being exposed?Or... is he deliberately creating his reputation as a playboy?

This is really curious.

"Let me make it up to you." Bruce took two steps closer to her, "It's just after seven o'clock, and we still have time to have a good dinner."

"No need, Mr. Wayne." Cynthia stretched her arms lightly, made a gesture of a ballet dancer's curtain call, and joked, "I can't occupy the prince of Gotham all day, I will be jealous."

Bruce was silent for two seconds, then shrugged his shoulders helplessly: "Well, it seems that I won't be able to win the qualification to accompany you tonight. However, there will be a dinner party in three days, and I haven't found a female companion yet. Then You must accompany me when."

Cynthia didn't believe a word about the fact that Bruce Wayne couldn't find a girlfriend.She internally sneered at Bruce's flabbergasting, and then began to hesitate whether she should give the doll some trouble with her rest time.

Bruce looked at her indecision, frowned pitifully, and called her in a low voice, "Cynthia..."

Cynthia: ...damn, cheating.