Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

When I opened the door of the room, I was shocked when the room was almost finished. There was only one personal clothes box that the moving company asked to be marked when I moved. It turned out that I was asked to mark it because this?

Shit, I apologize for suspecting that their boss had a quirk at the time.

Alfred was the perfect housekeeper. He sent me to my room and left politely, and to be honest, flying is exhausting.

Especially now in the middle of summer, even though Gotham seems to have been rainy and rainy, I still feel like I'm sweating.

Alfred told me before leaving that the dinner time is set at six o’clock, but now it’s only around 03:30, and I still have enough time to pack myself without worrying about people waiting too long and being rude and the like.

I happily took a shower, changed clothes, and left the room with my mobile phone at about 04:30.

It's not that I'm dissatisfied with my room, which is bigger than all the houses I've lived in before, but it's that the dinner party is set at six o'clock.

But according to my habit, I always start early.What's more, although they didn't say it clearly, it is obvious that everyone will gather at this time because of their relationship.

It sounds a little weird and embarrassing.

In the past hour, I have taken a quick shower, changed my clothes, and even took the time to sort out the few remaining boxes. It wasn’t until the things that belonged to me took up this huge room little by little, that I felt a sense of loss. Down to earth feeling.

I can't blame me, everything is too much like a dream I would have. You know, after my father came to the door, I excitedly called my best friend who was studying in California, halfway across the United States. , and was mercilessly mocked at her end.

"You mean, Bruce? He? Fucking hot? Wayne is your biological father. He came to your door just five hours ago and said he wanted you to recognize your ancestors and return to Wayne Manor—you he ? Mom has money?"

My girlfriend's calm voice sounded, and I nodded unconsciously. It took two seconds before I realized that she couldn't see, and I hurriedly answered: "Yes, yes, it's incredible!"

"Did you stay up late again last night? How many times have I told you to get enough sleep at night and stop daydreaming!"

My girlfriend's voice sounded a little annoyed, and she did tell me several times that if I stayed up like this, I might be separated from her forever in my 20s.

No, the point is not this!This guy beat me around and scolded me again!

"What bullshit are you talking about, I'm telling the truth!" I replied angrily, feeling like I was about to burp with the smell of steak——

The Michelin three-star western restaurant that my father took to eat at night is really delicious. I officially declare that foie gras is the best food in the world!

However, after yelling, the next thing I got was my best friend hung up the phone, and the next second, she sent me a message, telling me that she didn't talk to alcoholics in the middle of the night.

It's just nonsense, I only drank two glasses of red wine, and I drank it with my own father, how can I get drunk.

Convincing my bestie about it took a lot of my time, and I even occasionally wondered if all this was some reality show prank, and Bruce Wayne was their guest.

"Click..." As the door behind me closed slowly, after countless times of mental construction, I felt that all my anxiety was slowly shattered by the sound of the door closing.

Now, no matter how much I can't believe it, all of this is absolutely true. Bruce Wayne is just a playboy, and it's impossible for him to trick me without being able to unite the whole family.

I'm not a star or a superhero.

At this moment, there was also the sound of closing the door on the left side of the corridor. I turned my head to look, and suddenly saw the face that had been prprprped by my best friend and I [-] times in the Economist magazine.

My third brother, Timothy Drake-Wayne, is tilting his head and looking in my direction, he looks sleepy, God, he looks much more milky than that shrewd CEO in the magazine!

Little milk dog, I can do it... Oh, I forgot, I can't.

"Hey……"

I was the first to speak. I am a familiar king of mouth. I feel that the Oscars owe me an actress trophy. My performance absolutely makes it impossible for people to see that I once had unreasonable thoughts about my brother: "I am Locke hope."

He also seemed like a nice guy to get along with.Because after I greeted first, he seemed a little surprised.

But he cheered up and smiled at me: "I know, we've been looking forward to you for a long time...I'm Timothy, you can call me Tim."

There is nothing wrong with rich people in them!TV is all shit!

Tim was still holding a cup of black coffee that looked cold, and with the dark circles under his eyes, I felt like I could probably guess why he was so tired.

He seemed to be very busy. After greeting me, he hurried downstairs with his coffee. I blinked and followed me downstairs.

Tim seemed to be headed for the kitchen, but instead of following, I turned into the living room of the home Alfred had mentioned.

I walked slowly, admiring the paintings hanging on the wall while walking.Although I am not a major in art, in order to make money, I do pick up some paintings in my spare time, and many of them are definitely authentic works by famous artists.

Finally, I stopped in front of a huge portrait of a couple and a little boy who looked to be about eight years old.

After being approached by my own father, I took some time to Google the Wayne family. This family has been the richest man in Gotham for a hundred years and has left a strong mark in the history of Gotham, including My grandparents, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne.

Although old photos always have a vague sense of blur, portraits cannot be as lifelike as photos.

But I still recognized at a glance the smiling couple and the little boy in front of them.

I do have really good genes.

"They are my parents." Just when I looked up at the painting a little, my father's voice came from behind me. I don't know when, he had already stood behind me, and there was still a faint smile in his eyes. With nostalgia, I blinked my eyes: "I know, I have read the news reports."

"Do you think they'll like me?" I paused for two seconds, then suddenly said, "I mean, since you're the only one of us who's ever seen them."

"Of course." My father seemed surprised by my question. Obviously, he had met people who were not as familiar as I was, and usually he would not greet other people's parents who had passed away as soon as they came up.

But my concept of family has always been compared to fairy tales. To be precise, since I have decided to become a family, it is not my style to speak cautiously - I have to be careful at home for fear of stabbing others at any time. Too tired.

Besides, my father didn't look like he was stabbed, he even smiled slightly, which diluted the weird seriousness after I entered Wayne Manor a lot: "You are much braver than me when I was a child , They... will definitely like you very much."

That's not true, since I was a child, I have been the king of communication within a hundred miles. People who like me can run around New York City three times!

Of course, there are quite a few people who hate me, but none of them can beat me.

So ended the sudden conversation about my grandparents.But my father reached out and patted my head with some hesitation, and then continued to say: "Come on, I asked Alfred to get you a desk in the library."

My house has a library.

My father obviously saw the aura of a money fan in my eyes.Otherwise, I really can't think of why he would snicker.But it doesn't matter, this is what happens when people are poor for a long time!

Time passed while my father introduced me to the facilities in this mansion, but there are a few places where my father said that the house is too old and needs repairs, so I don’t want to approach it at random to avoid danger, I will remember all of them up.

When it was close to dinner time, my dad took me back to the restaurant on the first floor. There were a total of six sets of tableware on the huge dining table, which only occupied one side of the long table that could seat a lot of people.

My dad took the throne, and then I have.

I looked nervously, wondering where I should sit according to the etiquette of the upper class, my father's left hand and right hand should have two foster brothers who are older than me, right?

"Luo, it's just a family dinner. You don't need to pay attention to too many details." At this moment, my elder brother's voice appeared behind me as elusively as my father. , Approaching my dad's chair, motioned for me to sit down, and then sat down next to me.

Luo is indeed a nickname that my girlfriends and friends often call me. I didn't expect that there is another familiar person besides me in this family. It's really great!

After six o'clock, whether it was Tim, who had just met once, or Damian, who I had never seen and only heard about, sat down at the table on the other side, and in the end there was only one set of tableware left. It was still empty, and I looked over suspiciously.Suddenly, I seemed to be struck by lightning and remembered something!

Damn, did you find out the news that my second brother passed away unfortunately?

So that's the case, that seat is for my second brother who died tragically in the spirit of the sky.

No offense intended, the second brother often goes home to sit and sit when he is free, Amen.