Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"Uh..." The air fell into silence for a while, and I looked at my father confidently, as if condemning him for abandoning his daughter.

"I'm off to discuss business." I could see the helplessness in my father's eyes, but I couldn't just let my father go so easily.

After all, I can say that I have been terrified for most of the day, because I am afraid that my father will be destroyed inhumanely in a place I don't know.

Even if I love money, I don't want to become a billionaire so soon because of inheritance.

"Dad, wouldn't that be the way you explained your quarrel with your girlfriend? No wonder you haven't had a girlfriend for more than half a year."

I stared at my dad fiercely, trying to exude that "super fierce" aura. Of course I knew that a bunch of people were chasing after my dad's ass and wanted to be his lover.But that means I can't twist the truth and use it to blame my dad.

"I won't quarrel with my girlfriend." My father actually replied to me like this very seriously. I didn't realize it at this moment, and stared at him for a few seconds, only to realize that my father used my words to attack me. Divert attention.

Damn, isn't this my usual method?Is this your dad or your dad?

"That's not the point. I just want to know what the hell you did, Dad. Is it possible to run around in such a dangerous place?"

I pretended to be calm and spoke to my father. In fact, I was not particularly angry. Rather than being angry, I would say I was worried.

After all, although my dad looks like Robin in combat, Robin can't be foolproof, right? My dad is just an ordinary person.

My father seemed a bit distressed, he didn't seem to listen to me, he paused for a few seconds and then said, "Do you really want to know?"

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What does this mean, and why does it sound like a flag-filled feeling, as if if I know some big secret, I will be dragged into the abyss of crime.If it is put in comics or novels, it will be the cannon fodder supporting role who is about to know the protagonist's secret.

At this time, as long as you are a smart person, you must firmly say no!

"I want to know!" I said loudly, squatting down in front of my father, staring at my father with my omnipotent star eyes.

What?What is a cannon fodder supporting role?What are the flags that should be avoided?How could that kind of thing really exist!Could my dad still be Batman?

"Understood..." My father sighed, as if he was worried about why his child was so difficult, and said to me: "After you returned to Gotham, I was telling you...it might be dangerous, are you sure?"

"Uh..." If I really want to say that, it seems a little uncertain again, I don't think I should have the adventurer's gene flowing in me.

But I can't help but want to find out what secret my father is hiding.I have never been like this before. Although I am very popular, in fact, I always habitually keep a distance from others in private matters.

So in the end I gritted my teeth and said righteously: "Of course, it's not from the Wayne family if you don't listen!"

My father smiled helplessly when he heard it, and put his hand on my head, just like my second brother made a mess of my hair today, don't people in this family respect other people's heads!

I stretched out my hand sleepily to protest, my originally extremely energetic brain turned into endless drowsiness after seeing my father standing in the corridor safe and sound, I tried my best to restrain my mouth that wanted to yawn, "sleepy Just go to bed, you woke up early this morning."

My father said to me, as the culprit who ruined my head in such a mess, he finally took his hand off my head under my protest, and said in a relaxed tone.

I nodded indiscriminately, finally returned to my room under my father's urging, and almost fell into a deep sleep the moment I lay down.

So until I woke up the next morning, I almost thought that what my dad said in the middle of the night was that I was dreaming.

Grass, is there really any dark secret in my family?

Could it be that my family is black?My dad turned a blind eye to our business in the name of sponsoring the Justice League and Batman in order to make the Justice League look away from us?

I'm thinking about it again and again

While complaining to myself, there are so many rich people and high-ranking officials in Gotham who were brought down by Batman. It doesn’t make sense that my father can make an exception if he does something bad. I heard that when Batman first debuted, no, when he first appeared in Gotham, my father was still him. What about the super naysayers.

If my family really did something bad, if I were Batman, I would be the first to make an example of the Wayne family.

Not to mention the fact that my dad is now at the forefront of philanthropy.

So what is the mysterious secret of my family?

You must know that as a college student who does not need to be a social animal in the future, I am extremely resistant to the start of school now.However, my father's words miraculously made me even want to go back to Gotham to start school earlier.

Although this thought disappeared from my mind in less than three seconds, I happily rolled on the bed twice, what secret could be as important as a holiday?

After rolling around on the bed for a few times, I lazily reached out and took my mobile phone from the bedside table. After a night of charging, the power of my mobile phone has returned to full, which is the most reassuring place in the house. Only then did I realize that it was already noon 12:30.

If I were still in Gotham now, Alfred must have knocked on the door of my room, how could he let me sleep until now like my second brother and dad.

But I think my second brother and dad might also like to stay in bed.Youdao is not a family, why not enter a family.

When I opened the door of the room and went down to the first floor, I realized that it was indeed only me—and my father—

He likes to stay in bed. My second brother and the three naives are sitting carelessly on the floor of the living room at the moment. Peter and my second brother are still holding Nintendo game consoles. It looks like they just finished a fight .

The sound of my walking was not loud, but when I appeared by the door, Peter and my second brother turned their heads together as if they had eyes behind their backs, and looked at me. Peter grinned a silly smile.

And my second brother stuffed the handle into Harry's hand, and said angrily, "Are you awake? I thought I had to carry you off."

I rolled my eyes at my second brother, and said cheekily, "Jason, I'm hungry—"

"You know how to eat in one day?" I think my second brother's attitude towards me has changed 180 degrees since he lost his vest. He was originally my spiritual friend who I thought was hard to see for many years.

But now it seems like an endless male mother. I was wrong, my eldest brother is not the only male mother in the family.

"Just hungry, just hungry!"

In fact, even if my second brother doesn't cook, the housekeeper who cleans up the villa every day will find a cook to cook for us. In the past few days, my father and I have survived like this.

After all, monsters with poor cooking skills cannot enter the kitchen, and the food I cook is not delicacies, at best it is edible.

I have always suspected that my poor cooking skills are inherited from my father.

My second brother couldn't resist me, so he reached out and flicked my head helplessly, and then walked towards the kitchen. Tell Harry, Ned and Peter to eat first.

But the three well-behaved juniors unanimously decided to wait for me to get up before eating, and said they were not hungry so they didn't let my second brother call me.

Woohoo, an angel?

The very thick borscht stewed on the stove only needs to be heated a little bit. My second brother picked up the bread knife with ease and neatly sliced ​​whole wheat toast and cold ham. Helped out with all kinds of cheese, followed my second brother's instructions to him, and a plate of cold dishes that looked like a hearty dish from the kitchen of a five-star restaurant was ready.

After I brought the cold cuts, sliced ​​toast and borscht to the restaurant, my second brother had already picked up the pan and started making muffins and scrambled eggs. The golden eggs were not overcooked, but reserved It looks cooked at 01:30, and golden egg liquid will slide down the crack when it is scratched a little.

The muffins drenched in bee sugar looked moderately soft and firm, and a light and earthy aroma of flour hit my face, which moved me to tears unconsciously dripping from the corners of my mouth.

"Go and wake the old man up." My second elder brother ordered me while picking up the large portion of packed muffins and the large plate of scrambled eggs, "Did he come back at midnight last night?"

I raised my head suspiciously, even though I was chased away by my father yesterday.

I was already dazed when I went back to sleep, but I still remember clearly that there was no one else in the corridor except my father and me.

Moreover, the bedroom my second brother chose himself is almost a whole corridor away from my father's and me's room, and the sound insulation in my house is very good.

If I hadn't held my breath yesterday and listened intently, I'm afraid I would have missed the slight sound of my father coming home.

How did my second brother know?

"What are you thinking, why don't you go quickly?" My second elder brother said to me with a slight frown as he saw me standing there blankly.

"But Dad is very angry when he wakes up! When Tim and Damian went to call Dad last time, he pressed him on the ground with one hand and beat him several times, and it looked very painful." I whispered muttering.

Not only does it look painful, but with the size of my father's fist, the perfect inverted triangle physique, and the powerful free fighting strength that he had glimpsed yesterday, I'm afraid I can't punch him enough.

"Just go as soon as I tell you, so much nonsense?" My second brother glared at me: "Keep on, I don't know if Bruce will beat you up, I'll beat you up first."

I carefully looked at my second brother's hand holding the plate, and the strong body I had secretly prprpr a week ago, as well as his eyes that were already a little impatient, and slipped away very wisely: "I just said It's just talking, why are you angry, don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you get sick—"

Whispering in a low voice, I walked towards my father's room. In the past week, I have followed my two younger brothers into my sleeping father's room countless times.

So today I stretched out my foot and kicked open my father's room very happily. Just as I was about to yell "Dad is getting up and eating, the sun is drying his ass!" when a dagger silently touched my In my throat, I choked back all my words.

A beautiful older sister with black hair and green eyes bent slightly and looked straight into my eyes: "That's her?"

"Bruce, that's why you didn't hesitate to ask Damian to warn me?"