Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

My second brother has a big problem.

I narrowed my eyes and stared at him in the passenger seat.And the last three idiots still don't know what I found.

In fact, I always thought it was strange that our family was special.Whether it's my dad who can get the daughter of the leader of the assassins, or Damian who is an assassin himself.

Although I accept it well on the surface, in fact, I have only known about this matter for two days, and I have not reacted at all.

But that doesn't mean I'm really stupid!

Things have to go back to when I asked my second brother what happened to the bazooka just now, I clearly saw my second brother's eyes drift for a moment.Then he coughed, and said righteously: "I was playing games at that time."

Do you believe me?

Of course, as a good sister who is understanding and caring, even if my second brother is clearly lying to me, it is impossible for me to expose him in public.Besides, my second brother's crimes are far less serious than my father's.

Yes, on the way home, I finally got a call from my dad, who said he was talking to the Justice League and the Avengers about post-war repairs, and he might not be home tonight.

I can understand this matter. After all, besides being a rich playboy, my father is also a philanthropist who sponsors superhero organizations. After such a big disaster, it is normal to discuss a rescue and restoration charter. things.

It's just that I haven't read about my dad's running around yesterday.

I stared at my second brother's side face, and casually started to let go. He seemed to be very calm, and he was well adapted to the previous lying. Obviously, there are still many secrets hidden in my family.

Realizing this is different from the feeling of being deceived or concealed by ordinary people. To be honest, I am actually a person who is very able to accept other people’s secrets. Rather, exploring other people’s privacy is very important to me. It's a very impolite thing to do.

So even if I learned about Damian from my best friend, I didn't really go to ask Damian about it.

After all, not everyone is like me. Even though I grew up in an orphanage, I have never met any excellent adoptive parents or troublesome biological parents.

After experiencing such a shock, we returned to the villa and hugged the thigh of the male mother tightly.

Yes, it turns out that my elder brother is not the only one in this family who is a male mother, or in other words, their mothers are different.

My elder brother is gentle and kind, while my second brother is simply a celebrity chef. I squatted at the kitchen door with Harry, Peter, and Ned admiringly, watching my second brother's wild behavior after a busy day. Put on an apron and make soup for our hands.

Woohoo, I understand, you are also a male mother!

My second brother has absolutely not been infected by my father with the talent of bad culinary monsters, which is really gratifying.

"Didn't your second brother pass away in an accident?" Harry, who grew up in a wealthy family, naturally heard about this incident a few years ago.

Even the adopted son of the Wayne family was once used as one of the cases to warn them, the young and old, not to leave the range of the bodyguards casually. As a result, he didn't think about it until they returned to the Wayne family's villa in Los Angeles. It seems that the second adopted son of the Wayne family has passed away for many years.

"Some necessary protective measures. My second brother doesn't want to go home after the matter is resolved."

This is actually what I guessed, although my second brother and my father seem to have no problem on the surface.

But in fact, there seems to be a thick barrier. It was the same when my father went to Overwatch's base to deal with things that day. My second brother didn't seem to want to talk to him.

Alas, I am just a salted fish who wants to lie down, sleep and eat for a lifetime, why sitting here worrying about this and that is more tiring than when I was poor.

"Why are you in a daze." Just as I was thinking wildly, my second brother slapped me directly on the head. After I came back to my senses, I saw him holding a plate in both hands.

And the other three punks were already obediently sitting at the dining table, with a few plates of food in front of them that seemed to make your index finger move.

Garlic toast exudes tangy and delicious

The irresistible aroma, the orange-red pumpkin soup is still steaming, three plates of pasta with different flavors are placed in the center of the table, and there is a plate for sharing in front of everyone.

On the wooden plate in my second brother's hand, several chicken legs were being placed in an orderly manner, and Roxie felt that tears of fear today were about to flow from the corners of his mouth.

It smells so good, thank you Mommy.

"You're the one who's hungry, hurry up and eat." My second brother gave me a supercilious look, I didn't mind it at all, and followed along, anyway, my second brother wouldn't let me carry the plate.

Perhaps it is because the appetite is always particularly strong after a fear.Even though my second brother had seen my amazing appetite that day, and prepared according to my appetite when preparing the food, the table was still swept away by us. To my surprise, he looked bigger than Harry. Pete, who is both skinny, actually eats about as much as I do.

"The appetite of the two of you is really—" Harry was at a loss for words for a while, and he didn't know what to say about us, but I didn't feel shy at all, and raised my head triumphantly: "It's not the first time you've seen... Am I good?"

"It's time for all the idiots in the school who want to use the contact information I want you to watch this scene and see if the legendary Roxi Vasquez is really such a social goddess."

Harry rolled his eyes, but my second brother seemed to be very interested in this topic, and he asked after a very quiet meal, "Is Roxy popular at Imperial College?"

That's not true, although I am a famous idiot beauty, there are quite a lot of people who are willing to endure idiots for the sake of beauty.It's just that almost all of them are cowards or self-righteous assholes.

"Of course, someone once tried to buy my student number from me." Harry became excited after hearing my second brother's question. As soon as I heard him like this, I knew he was going to talk about my "great achievements" again. "I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, and whispered softly: "It's started, it's started again."

"The captains of our school's rugby team and basketball team once had a big fight over Roxy's contact information. Both of them swore that they would be able to get the phone number of the senior, but in the end—"

"I know this. It's a legend at the campus level. Roxy seemed to be rushing to the company that day, and was stopped several times. In the end, he impatiently gave the captain of the basketball team a back throw and kicked the captain of the football team. Lying on the ground and howling. Then hurriedly took my documents and left." Ned took up the conversation excitedly, and I rolled my eyes for the [-]th time today.

Who says boys don't like to gossip, the things that day were very simple, those two self-righteous idiots blocked my way, and after hearing my name as an idiot beauty, I thought that I would post them with admiration when I saw their pectoral muscles I gave them the capital to show off, but when I was pulling and pulling, I threw my documents out and scattered them on the ground. Fortunately, it didn't rain that day.Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even think about my monthly salary.

Giving them a little lesson is already called kindness, okay?

After the meal, my second brother brought out caramel baked brussels sprouts from the kitchen with great power. The egg-flavored sweetness always feels comparable to the desserts I had at Bingshan Restaurant that day.

After a day of tossing, not only me, but almost everyone was exhausted. We said good night to each other and went back to our room.

However, after I took a bath, I lay on the bed without any sleepiness, only the exhaustion of my body reminded me that it was time to sleep.

I lay on the bed blankly with my eyes open, and the things that happened in the past few days were many and complicated.

Whether it's my own brother's mom trying to assassinate me because I'm in my way, my second brother is actually a soul mate I consider to be my soul mate, or my dad looking really weird, all sorts of things almost squeezed together in just one week. My life is full, and returning to the Wayne family seems to be not as peaceful as it seems on the surface, a bit like an undercurrent that is still rough under the calm sea.

I kept my eyes open until three o'clock in the middle of the night, holding my mobile phone that had been swiping for hours, Twitter, Facebook, IG, AO3, I didn't miss any of them, until I heard a slight sound from the next door, Then he slowly sat up from the bed, and floated to the open door like a wandering spirit, silently

Pulled his door open.

Almost the moment I poked my head out, the person standing in front of the door of the room next to me suddenly turned his head and met my eyes.

The tall figure under the moonlight blocked most of the moonlight, and the lights in the corridor were not turned on. He seemed to be taller than usual. I squinted my eyes and confirmed that this was the one I had been waiting for most of the night to prepare for the broken pieces. People who read for [-] hours.

My father looked at me in surprise, he was still wearing that expensive suit that was scratched in the battle, I stared at my father gloomyly, the two of them looked at each other quietly, until the end The person is still my father.

What a joke, I'm a terminally ill patient with social bullying who won the championship in the Vasquez family eye-to-eye competition. I won't lose in such a thick-skinned game!

"Hey, why don't you go to bed so late?" My father said in a normal tone, but I didn't intend to let my father go like I let my second brother go home today, after all, my father's sins are more serious.

My second brother didn't make me worry for such a long time. Even the children in my adoptive parents' house knew that they must not run around when they were attacked by villains. My father and the eldest are alone, why are they still acting like a child? Don't understand the severity?

I stared at my dad, trying to tell him that I was very dissatisfied with my eyes.

But it seems that because of the relationship under such a dim moonlight, I think maybe my eyes are blinded, and my father can't see the dissatisfaction in my eyes.

So after a few seconds of aggrieved silence, I spoke, with a sour tone as if I had just taken it out of lemon juice, staring at my father and said viciously.

"So Dad, you still know you want to go home?"