Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

On the third day after we got Richard off the street, I visited Wayne Manor with presents I had bought earlier.

I worked hard in the small villa for three days, arguing with all kinds of ghosts and monsters at the top of the Charity Federation, relying on how much money I invested without any scruples.

At any rate, the adoptive family return visit program has taken shape. Even if those high-level officials are not optimistic about this opportunity, I will continue to invest money to make it continue to operate.

With my retirement day just around the corner, I made a phone call to my old paparazzi nemesis, Joshua.

Ever since I found out that I was a fat sheep that could be slaughtered, my old enemy has flattered me a lot, and I have completely lost the ferocity of when I slammed my face and followed me.

"If you have any needs, just tell me, I promise to complete it for you within three days."

I lay in the office chair and turned around.

I didn't think about office when I was decorating the study. I chose office chairs randomly, and my waist was a little sore after sitting for a long time.I'll replace it with the best one tomorrow, it doesn't matter if it's expensive, as long as it's easy to use.

Wait, I won't be using it in the future, it's not worth the extra money.

"There have been a lot of news announcements on the Internet recently." I stretched out my five fingers, looked at the shiny manicure on my hand, and thought about making a red bean-colored nail in a few days. "It's about the child in the Grayson family."

"Oh." Joshua understood.

"The juggler in the circus is a blessing in disguise. Once he achieves a class transition, it is normal to be jealous. Compared with the benefits he gets, it is nothing."

Joshua has been in the media circle for many years, and he has a clear mind, "The key is to be topical. The poor boy turns into a golden phoenix. No matter whether Wayne will have other children in the future, he can get a lot of inheritance. "

Since Bruce proposed to adopt Richard, the news detonated the major media in Gotham.According to the current development of things, it is no surprise that Richard will become the first child of the next generation of the Wayne family.Various speculations and discussions emerge in endlessly, with less good intentions and more malicious ones.

I don't think this is a good time for Richard to be on social media.

I polished my fingernails and dragged my voice lazily, "It's none of my business. I'm only responsible for paying the money. How to make them shut up is your problem."

I'm not unreasonable, so I immediately transferred a sum of money to Joshua's bank account.

"There is no need to make bad speech disappear, at least outrageous speech like Lolita can't be mainstream. Then, you have to help me write a press release, focusing on Tony Zuko being arrested and imprisoned for murder."

Joshua asked in surprise, "Has he been convicted?"

"You can see his prison photo within three days, and it might not look good." I said indifferently, "I will send you a copy of the photo, I guarantee it is first-hand information."

The matter of public opinion was left to Joshua to worry about, and I myself happily went to Wayne Manor with a gift.

The old butler Alfred received me at the gate of the manor and led me into the manor.

Wayne Manor is worthy of being the head of the four old families in Gotham. The entire manor covers a very large area, connecting the suburban back hills and woodlands.

After we stepped into the gate of the manor, we had to drive through the front garden and sculpture fountain, and then walk for about 3 minutes to reach the gate of the manor.

Bruce opened the door and saw me with a very appropriate surprise on his face. This expression alone is enough for me to learn on the set for ten years.

He reached out to take the gift in my hand, "Thank you for the gift, you are so kind, Lucy."

I handed the gift to him, and then put it into the hands of Little Richard who followed him, "Harry Potter, the skateboard and badminton racket that I promised you last time, have you received them, are they useful? "

"Thank you." Richard took the gift with both hands and whispered, "I like it very much."

I took out the small bag in my right hand and handed it to the old butler who led me in. "This is not the first time we have met. I heard from Bruce that you like tea. I brought you Chinese tea."

The old man happily took the tea, and said meaningfully, "It is an honor for Master Wayne to associate with a polite and elegant lady like you."

He glanced at Bruce, "I hope that in the long run, Master Wayne can learn at least a little bit of your social etiquette."

"Don't tear me down in front of Lucy, alright?" Bruce said with a sad face.

His eyebrows were lowered, the corners of his mouth curled down, and he made an aggrieved expression, "I'm sure I can't be the only one who doesn't have anything, right?"

I blinked, "Isn't it enough to have me?"

There was a subtle crack in Bruce's contrived expression, and I comforted him with a funny face, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you."

As I said that, I took out a watermelon-flavored lollipop from my pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, interrupting the half of the joy that surfaced on that face.

I didn't tell him that I packed a large bag of this brand of lollipops in Richard's gift box, with thirty lollipops in each bag.

I had dinner at the Wayne House and Alfred's workmanship was quite amazing.It was this decathlon old housekeeper who raised a Brucey baby who could only call "Afu".

Even Richard didn't say a word, silently stuffing all the food on the plate into his stomach.

After eating, we sat on the sofa and chose a movie to watch.Because I gave Richard the original novel, we chose the first film version of "Harry Potter" for the movie that night.

I vaguely remember that I also watched the "Harry Potter" movie in my previous life. At that time, Rowling seemed to have finished writing the novel and filmed the last movie.I only watched a few pieces here and there, and the story only knows the beginning and the end.

Thinking about it now, things in my previous life are gradually blurring.Bruce has changed from a symbol representing a superhero in my impression to a real person.I can close my eyes and recall the way he walked next to me, the frequency and span of his steps.

The three of us occupy a long sofa, and Alfred brings us a bowl of caramel popcorn.Bruce and I sat on either side of Richard, just enough to reach into his bowl of popcorn.

Only the wall lamp is turned on in the living room, the light of the TV screen flickers on and off in the dimness, and the aroma of popcorn floats by the side of the body, lingering around the tip of the nose.

Alfred walks behind the sofa, arranging the shelves.The leather shoes made a slight sound as they landed on the plush carpet.

If I had to describe this feeling in one word, I would call it "home".

After all, Richard was young, and he was quickly attracted by the plot. He put the popcorn in his mouth and forgot to chew it.

Bruce's cell phone vibrated slightly, and he took the time to glance at it, with a more serious expression on his face.

He stood up and apologized apologetically to us, "The company is in a hurry, I have to go out for a while, and I can't accompany you for the time being."

Not paying attention to him, Richard just nodded blankly.

He looked at me again, "The movie hasn't finished yet, you can wait until it's over before leaving. If necessary, let Ah Fu drive you back."

He didn't feel bad about ordering the old man at all.

I guess it's not the company's business that's urgent, but Batman's business.I laughed and teased him, "It's okay, Mr. Alfred is much more reliable than you."

He barely curled his lips, put on his coat and hurried away.

I watched the first movie with Richard in the living room, and he watched it with gusto, completely immersed in the magical world of magic.

I glanced at the time, and it was still some time before the child went to bed, "Do you want to watch the second part?"

Suddenly being called to by me, he shyly curled up on the sofa and asked in a low voice, "Can I?"

At this point he looked so small, even smaller than when he was performing on stage, just a little kid who was much more mature than his peers.

I took out the second disc, "Of course, but you should go to bed after watching it."

I threatened him, "Children will not grow taller if they lack sleep."

Richard pursed his lips, turned his head around, and confirmed that Bruce was not here, then lowered his voice, "But Mr. Wayne is very tall. I found out that he goes back to his room very late every night to sleep."

It seems that some people's little secret is not well hidden.

I smiled and avoided the topic, "So you stayed up late."

Richard huddled into a smaller ball, "I don't sleep late every day, don't tell Ah Fu, please."

Look, Bruce Wayne and Alfred got the nickname "Alfred" from Richard, but you are still "Mr. Wayne".

Shouldn't you reflect on it?

Or change the custody of the child to a more kind and gentle big sister?

"I won't say it." I solemnly promised.

I put the disc in the projector and go back to the couch.A small hand grabbed my sleeve.

"I'm sorry." The boy whispered, his head buried in his knees, unwilling to look at me, "I will never leave you alone again."

I stretched out my little finger, "Do you want to make an agreement? In the future, I will call your name, and you will stop and wait for me."

He was still like a little ostrich, with his head hidden between his arms and his knees, and only one blue eye showing through the gap.

The little little finger hooked mine and shook it, "As long as you call my name."

Originally, I planned to watch the second movie with Richard and ask Alfred to drive me back.

But I worked overtime for several nights in a row, and I was really tired.Halfway through the movie, everything in front of my eyes blurred into different color blocks, replaced by hazy white.

When I vaguely regained consciousness again, the sound of the movie was no longer in my ears.

In the darkness, someone carried me up the steps, and I leaned firmly on his chest, burying my head in the corner between the chest and the crook of the arm.

"Lucy, are you awake?"

The familiar voice said softly.

I ignored him, but grabbed his sleeves and buried my head deeper.

Judging by the feel, it should be a bathrobe.

Due to my previous occupation, my weight is not too heavy, it can be said to be very light.He hugged me very easily, as if I was just a skirt fluttering on his arm, or maybe a pack of medicine and a bandage in his hand.

I felt him push open the door of one of the rooms and carefully lower me down on a made, soft bed.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed my forehead, "Good night."

I closed my eyes and grabbed his collar.

There is a glimmer of light.I opened my eyes, and it took me a while to make out his outline in the dark.

"It's so sweet, Mr. Wayne, you didn't let me just sleep on the sofa all night."

Bruce's voice was a bit helpless, "Unless I want to drink bitter melon juice for the next week. Although it is good for health, it really doesn't taste good."

He seemed a little different from before he left.

With the help of the street lamp light from the gap in the curtains, I groped his face little by little, caressing the bruises under his eyes and the wound at the corner of his mouth.

He was visibly taken aback.The ray of light outside the window shone into his eyes, and the usually bright and cold blue now looked faintly bright golden, like the eyes of some kind of beast.

I didn't speak, and he didn't make a sound. There were only us and a dim yellow light in the room.

Suddenly, he tilted his head and rubbed his injured cheek against my palm like a tame beast.Black hair scratches between my fingers.

"Zuko was sent to prison."

He told me, as if asking for a compliment, "When the police were chasing him, he got wind of it and fled. Batman wrenched him back into the police car, and tomorrow Richard will be able to see him being escorted to the Black Gate."

"Really," I put my hand through his soft hair, reached behind his head, and held the nape of his neck, "then this will be the best news I've received in a while."

He took my hand against his profile and closed his eyes.