Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

My brother looked devastated, he paused for a few seconds, stared into my eyes, as if suspecting that I was joking: "Ye Yi, haven't you heard of Ye Yi?"

What, is Nightwing actually an urban hero in Bludhaven?

Shocked, I expressed my doubts: "What? Isn't Ye Yi from Gotham?"

In fact, I would know Ye Yi because my best friend came to me with a few Gotham Daily News, and I stared at the silhouettes while sucking my saliva.

Butt is really good.

"But, every time I watch the news on Yeyi, he is beating up the Arkham crowd?"

I opened my mouth in confusion, because of this, I thought Ye Yi was actually from Gotham.

My brother closed his mouth quietly, and then floated out of my room like a wandering spirit. I followed closely, for fear that my brother would hit the beautiful wall of my house because of the blow.

But my brother really deserves to be a police officer who lives in the city of small crimes and has a very high arrest rate. Even if he was attacked because the idol is not well-known, he still accurately avoided obstacles on the road and ran away under my worried eyes. The door to my father's room.

With a bang, the door slammed into the wall.However, even with such a loud noise, the room was still quiet. My brother strode into the room, and I poked my head quietly from behind the door. Coming in and twisting his body slightly, my brother's ethereal voice sounded in the air: "Bruce, lunch."

"Uh..." My father on the bed didn't move at all. If I didn't see the quilt still twisting slightly, I might have thought that my father was looking for my second brother's spirit in heaven.

My father's bedtime is obviously normal. After being hit by me, Dick's heart is obviously good, and he quickly returned to normal. He stood beside my father's bed and smiled coldly: "Bruce, let me remind you first , Luo is at the door."

"And I'm going to lift your quilt in the next second."

My brother is a liar.

He didn't even wait a second.

In the blink of an eye, I saw my brother stretch out his hand towards my father's quilt at lightning speed.

But my father in the quilt seemed to have some kind of detection radar. He stretched out an arm from the quilt and grabbed Dick's wrist with one hand. Screw three me inside.

Damn, didn't you say that Baby Bruce, the richest man in Gotham, is a weak bird with no power to restrain a chicken?

who said that!You look at that arm that looks like it could snap off Superman's head and say it again!

"Don't make trouble, Dick." A hoarse voice came out from under the quilt, and my father's unparalleled handsome face emerged from the quilt, with sleepiness still on his face, and the dark circles under his eyes looked like Like being punched twice by Superman looking at the eyes, the messy hair brought back the wealthy richest man who was far away in the sky in the newspapers and was in the world.

He is so pretty, he is my own father, I can't.

Woo, bitter Lu Xi.

Apparently my father's sleepiness is not the same as mine. When he was confused, he could still clearly capture the meaning of Dick's words. The next second, I saw my father's sleepy eyes facing the door—that is, I was standing The place--

Looking over, those deep and sharp eyes like sea water softened the moment they saw me.

"Roxy..." From Gotham baby, the world's number one playboy, the lingering female name should have shown endless tenderness, but I heard the fistful fatherly love, like, no, this is Well, my own father, full of guilt and gentle fatherly love, fell on my face like a mountain.

"Hey, Dad, good afternoon." I said awkwardly, and the elder brother who was standing by the bed had already let go of his grip on the quilt with a smile on his face.

And my father sat up from the bed, and the hand that just stretched out easily grabbed the quilt and covered his waist.

I know that some people are used to sleeping in a pair of trousers, but I don't know that my father has this habit. No wonder my elder brother lifted his quilt when he was going to fix him.

Xiao is dead...

The quilt that fell to my father's waist covered most of my father's and my elder brother's bodies with the pitch-black shadow, and I could only vaguely pass through the door.

The light that shone in showed several tear-like scars on my dad's arms and shoulders.

Looks good he? Damn it hurts.

"Good afternoon..." My father smiled slightly, and then issued an order to evict guests mercilessly—although it was mainly aimed at my elder brother—

He said with a threatening tone: "I think you have other people who need to be woken up, don't you, Dick?"

My elder brother shrugged his shoulders, and he was a quick thief, but he was a good elder brother, and he didn't forget to take me with him when he left, and at the same time locked my father and his Qi Qi inside the house.

"It seems that Bruce is not very angry with you." My elder brother said thoughtfully as he walked. The blow that I didn't know about Ye Yi seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and I knew that my guess was not wrong. , innocuous pranks and blows are like non-existent to my elder brother.

In short, he is a super invincible good guy.

"Maybe it's because we still don't know each other well?" I followed my elder brother step by step. Even though my elder brother is really not tall among men, his legs are longer than mine for me.

But as we walked towards Tim's room, I didn't take much strides to keep up with him, apparently my older brother slowed down to accommodate my height: "So he doesn't get angry easily... Does my dad get angry easily?"

"I'm sure your guess is wrong." Dick snorted, "Damian didn't have this kind of happy treatment when he first came home. But a large part of it was because he was too stinky at that time. "

Grass, has Damian's character ever smelled worse than it does now?

I stood still at the door of my room, while my brother waved his hand and continued walking towards my third brother's room: "I'll go downstairs for dinner in about 10 minutes, don't forget, Luo."

If I forget anything, I can't forget to eat. I'm a standard cook.

While in orphanages and foster homes, I also had male brothers of my generation.

But in that situation, it's really hard to empathize with them, and you can't call them family, so my sense of boundaries has always been strong.

This is the first time I have a conversation with real brothers.

"Although there is an adopted young lady in the family, Miss Cassandra has settled in Hong Kong for a long time. Although the master does not seem to be very obvious, I am still very happy that you live in Wayne Manor, Miss Roxy. "

After breakfast, when I was chatting with Alfred, Alfred once mentioned another sister named Cassandra who was not publicly adopted by the family, and said something to me at the same time.

Of course I can see that my father is really relieved that I am willing to return home, and the father's love is definitely not fake.

I told Alfred that my father looks very different from his superficial appearance. Compared with the unrestrained young man on TV and newspapers, my father's state at home is more restrained and forbearing. Judging from the performance of my brothers, my father has always been like this at home.

I closed the door of my room and sat down on the sofa with excellent lighting by the window. The sunlight outside the window was excellent. Judging from my shallow understanding of Gotham, this is definitely one of the few sunny days in Gotham.

Decided, play a day of games in the room today!What do you do without playing games on a sunny day!

After I happily made a decision, I picked up the mobile phone on the table. This was a parting gift given to me by the hostess of the foster family when I entered university and came out of the foster family. Age does not count. It's been a long time, and it's very smooth to use, but it will be a little bit stuck when touching the touch, a little harmless little problem.

I clicked on Twitter and posted me.After I replaced my daily account with my main account, a bunch of replies, loves, and forwarding reminders filled my reminder bar.

As an amateur painter, my work Twitter account is mainly used to receive manuscripts, and in order to gain fame, I often post some of my own graffiti and paintings on Twitter. After reposting, my paintings became popular in certain circles.

Mainly refers to the comic circle.

As a die-hard fan of Iron Man, I have never finished chasing the fictional comic "Iron Man" under the Stark Group. I am not familiar with the heroes of the Justice League, such as Batman and Superman, but Iron Man I'm getting old.

I took a little look at the retweets, tweets, and comments on Twitter. Except for some rainbow farts, they were all picky, such as [Tony Stark's murderer is also liked by a silly bird like you] [Sugar Heart?Is it sugar daddy? 】Malicious comments like .

After I rolled my eyes, I switched back to the trumpet, and in the 10 minutes before eating, I couldn't extricate myself from those fairy paintings and colleagues on Twitter.

It's so fragrant, so fragrant, the ladies' rice is so delicious!

It wasn't until it was time for dinner that I rushed downstairs in a hurry. When I entered the small dining room next to the kitchen, I saw my father and my three brothers sitting at the dining table one after another. Dishes such as stewed rice, pasta, pastrami, ham cold cuts and so on.

And my elder brother was diligently filling the only empty plate on the table with food, and at the same time greeted me: "I'm going up to call you, come quickly, Luo."

Thank you, brother, I would like to call you brother.