Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer was so coaxed by her agent that she couldn't find her way.

All week she was completing assignments with ecstatic efficiency, a symptom of self-assuredness that manifested itself in the apartment downstairs.Whenever Alfred admired the scones she baked, the former Jennifer would think it must be the old housekeeper's polite words, but now Jennifer feels that she is flying higher.

Her heart was dangling like a balloon full of air.

Bruce was leaning on the sofa in the sun with a thick book in his hand to make marks, while still laughing at her for being "a foolish person who is happy and happy". On the same day, Jennifer bought a Batman pillow to cushion her buttocks, and put her arms The throw pillows in it were replaced by Iron Man's golden red.

They have less physical contact than before, but they are much more comfortable with each other.

At noon on Saturday, Jennifer finished changing clothes on the top floor, and Bruce drove to the banquet site by himself.The old butler claimed that he would stay at home and study whether the floors could be opened. He said something serious with a serious expression, making her fall back and forth with a smile, and said yes, yes, can the upper stairs be opened to the toilet? .

Bruce gave one of the most hypocritical smirks of his life.

He kept this look until the dinner party was held.

Those who drive do not speak, and those who ride do not speak.Jennifer enjoys this tacit silence. On the way, she has been arranging the sequins on the clothes, separating them from the outer mesh, adjusting the direction, and ensuring that they will shine smoothly under the light.

The Lamborghini stopped outside the dinner venue. Bruce got out of the car and threw the keys to the waiter. She took advantage of this time to put on her high heels, adjusted the position of the bra, and waited for her male companion to open the car door for her, with her hand on the door frame Take her out of the car.

Both sides of the red carpet were surrounded by reporters, and some socialites who had arrived first stood on the edge of the red carpet and talked into the microphone, while Luthor, who is also the organizer, stood on the steps and shook hands with the participants cordially.With that shiny bald head, he was hard to ignore, even in a crowd.

Bruce took Jennifer's hand, put her slender fingers in the crook of his arm, and squeezed gently, as if trying to convey some message.

Reporters took note of what was at the top of the night, and the strobes came on like a storm.

"Bruce, my boy!" Lex Luthor exclaimed with great joy.He walked down the stairs in three steps and two steps, with a smile on his face, and he opened his arms from a distance, like an orangutan rushing towards his prey.

A few seconds later, his hand landed on Young Master Wayne's shoulder according to his master's wishes, and he slid down the suit, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other warmly extended towards Jennifer. Come. "And you, beautiful Miss Davies, it was a great honor to meet you."

Jennifer pretended not to know what kind of murderer the man in front of her was, and shook hands with him very gracefully.

"It's too hot outside." Bruce complained, "You wait for them outside, Lex, I'll go inside first."

After leaving this sentence, he embraced his female companion and walked towards the banquet hall, completely ignoring the shouts of the reporters and the gradually arriving dignitaries.This kind of behavior is extremely impolite to the host, but Luthor not only did not intend to stop him at all, but even half-jokingly rushed back and spread his hands, as if to say—"What can I do?"

"He's even worse than the last time I saw him," Jennifer whispered.

"You are not allowed to say it." Bruce said, "Lex is my old friend. He has been looking after the cooperation project of Wayne Group for the past two years. He is a genius, and he will not harm me."

He spoke so sincerely that it almost made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.

"Isn't it okay if I don't tell you?" Jennifer said obediently.

Several thoughts crossed her mind. With the protection of Batman, the banquet hall cannot be videotaped or monitored casually. Now they are standing alone, but the other party is still pretending. It can only show that he knows and does not want to stop The "monitor" exists, and he must maintain Bruce's identity.

Who will this person be?

Is it the force arranged by the Gotham Police Department?Are those criminals who are not too serious?Or some superheroes with special abilities?

As she was thinking, the guests streamed into the ballroom, and the first thing everyone did when they came in was to go up and greet Bruce, as if the offensive words he made before he burned down the old Gotham house didn't even exist.Reporters were also brought in, and those who were qualified to come were senior reporters from major newspapers, and all of them were looking for brief interviews with predators they knew well.

After the wave of pleasantries passed, the celebrities surrounded Luther who came in slowly, as if he was the king of the venue.

Few people walked towards Jennifer, and the reporters lost interest after taking photos of the two of them standing together, except for a young reporter who looked quite young.

He was wearing a suit that was too plain for the occasion, his striped tie was slightly askew, and his bangs were in a mess.He was extremely tall, but he flinched when he acted, and even walked up to the two of them with a little honesty and stood still.

The little reporter held a notebook in his hand, subconsciously propped up his glasses, and said seriously: "Good evening, Mr. Wayne, Miss Davis. I am Clark Kent, a reporter from the "Daily Planet". May I bother you for a few minutes ?"

To be honest, Jennifer almost laughed out loud.

"Good evening," she said kindly.Bruce just nodded perfunctorily, turned his head to kiss her temples and cheeks, and the champagne glass in his hand was about to burst into bloom: "I thought reporters should be a little discerning?"

Obviously, the Kent reporter did not have the so-called "vision".

I saw him open the notebook quite seriously, and then said: "I just want to ask a few questions, Mr. Wayne. This banquet is held for the cooperation between Wayne Group and Lex Industries, and the cooperation announced by the two groups Projects include new energy, communication development, armor testing and...very rare, cooperation in the field of medical technology. What prompted Wayne Group to make the decision to cooperate?"

"Well—why don't you ask Lucius?" Bruce said impatiently, "The Wayne Group headquarters is in Gotham, and Lucius's office is in the headquarters. I need to prepare an assistant's card for you." A business card so you can make an appointment?" He gave a short laugh. "Ha! Are you kidding me? How do I know why I want to cooperate? Lucius told me that cooperation can make money, and that's enough."

"But the medical—"

"If you're smart, you should know that Gotham's hospitals are funded by the Wayne family, this...Mr. Kenny?"

He got stuck twice in a row by Bruce, and was called by the wrong name on purpose, but there was no trace of irritation on the little reporter's face.He just wrote and drew in his notebook, and then asked the third question like a normal person.

"Mr. Wayne, we all know that Lex Luthor is a staunch opponent of Superman. He believes that human beings do not need the help of aliens, and he also opened a reality show to explore the limits of human beings." He nodded to Jennifer, "Last month Did you know that he openly declared that he wanted to arm humans? Or, what do you think of Superheroes? Especially... Gotham's urban heroes?"

Batman?

Jennifer allowed herself to immerse herself in her memories to find out what "Bruce" thought of Batman, but all she could remember was one sentence, and it was exactly this one that Bruce said at this moment-"A man dressed as a bat obviously has something What's wrong, he should be arrested and locked up with those dregs of society."

She couldn't help but curl her lips.

Poor Kent, he looks a bit overwhelmed.

The man clearly had no idea who he was talking to.He is trying to talk about current affairs and social issues with the young Mr. Wayne. There is nothing more stupid than this. There are many people paying attention to this place all the time. Now these people probably feel that they are watching a giant who strayed into the banquet hall. Strange.

Bruce's patience finally ran out. "Please allow us to be alone for a while, sir." He said haughtily, "Your interview time has run out, if you stay here, I will think you have some other ideas, such as offering a pillow seat. "

Recommend a pillow seat?

The little reporter took a step back—almost panicked—and he looked at Jennifer, who was holding Wayne's arm, in puzzlement, with an unmistakable accusation written in his eyes: How could you allow your boyfriend to be so promiscuous in public.

"Miss Davis—"

"You shouldn't be wearing those glasses," Jennifer said suddenly. "My suggestion is: go for excimer laser surgery, Mr. Kent. These corny glasses and this baggy suit completely cover your face." Pretty, otherwise you would have gotten an interview from Bruce."

Clark Kent: ? ? ?

"Mr. Wayne—"

"Exactly." Bruce said sternly.

Clark Kent: ? ? ? ? ?

He thought it was weird enough for the heroine to ignore him, but he didn't expect that the couple would look at each other affectionately (?), and then stare at his... ..Although it's not appropriate to say this, but——physical body?

Jennifer looked at Kent sympathetically, and now he was adjusting his glasses again.

In order not to embarrass the thin-skinned reporter to death, she kindly pointed to the man who had just walked into the venue. "If you're interested in superheroes, why not interview Iron Man? Mr. Stark is over there."

Clark Kent turned around following her words, and saw Iron Man who was striding into the banquet hall, taking off his sunglasses and winking everywhere.Noticing the strong gaze here, Tony Stark looked at it in a blink of an eye, first stunned, and then threw three consecutive kisses here with ten times the enthusiasm.

Jennifer smiled back and blew a kiss. Bruce snorted and pretended to grab something and threw it on the ground. Poor, poor Kent, he wanted to go over to interview Iron Man, but when he said goodbye politely, his posture looked awkward. Almost hand in hand.

"Have you noticed?" Jennifer asked after he left.

Her eyes were fixed on Kent's back all the time, and she always felt that this man gave her a very unfriendly atmosphere, but after she asked this sentence, whether it was a coincidence or something, Kent's steps paused for a moment.

"What did I notice?" Bruce asked nonchalantly, "That good skin covered by glasses? That high nose bridge that Spider-Man can hang on the swing? Or that Michelangelo-like sculpture of human flesh?" ? God's gift!" He let out a dreamy cry.

Kent seemed to stagger a bit.

Jennifer raised her eyebrows when he said the word "human" specifically.

She took that as a clear response.Although Kent tried his best to cover himself with loose clothes, the lines of his arms and thighs under the suit when he walked couldn't lie. Under the suit jacket that was as fat as a whale, there was a good figure that only a soldier would have.

This is not a reporter's figure.

After confirming Bruce's identity, she often took it out from her previous experience, slowly recalling it, and slowly discovered that one of the cognitions she had established was that the muscles of fitness men were different from those of fighters.

Kent was still hesitating, he lowered his head and wrote and drew in his notebook.

"Don't think about it, Jenny, just look at me." Bruce complained suddenly.He pouted dissatisfiedly like a child, with bright blue eyes, "I was just joking with him, why do you take it seriously? Do you like that kind of poor man? Am I not your favorite?" ?”

Jennifer: "..."

"Why did you blow Tony a kiss?" Bruce continued. "Is your brain occupied by donuts too? What can he give you? I will only give you more."

Kent in the distance finally took a step and walked towards Iron Man smoothly.

Jennifer couldn't bear to look straight and covered her eyes.

She had never seen such a fresh and refined dramatist.