Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I sat in front of the dressing table and used my mobile phone to chat with my agent about retiring from the circle.

My manager was hired by my second uncle after I entered the entertainment industry, and he never expected me to, so after I told him that I planned to quit the industry, this industry ace accepted very calmly that I did not intend to continue to struggle in the entertainment industry fact.

The stylist Bruce had hired was standing behind me, braiding my blonde hair from my mother who died early, braided and coiled, and adorned with diamond ornaments.If it were me, I would never be able to make such a regular hairstyle in my life.

Clothes and jewelry were bought by Bruce and sent directly by the brand, along with a pair of three-inch high heels.I really appreciate that Mr. Wayne didn't ask me to challenge the difficult five inches as soon as I came up.

Facts have proved that the famous Bruce Baby in Gotham really lives up to its reputation, and its aesthetics are very online.The dress he picked was not the white one I was worried about, but a simple and elegant black halter neck dress.Different from the neat tailoring in the front, the back of the long skirt is half hollowed out with silver thread embroidery, from the butterfly bone all the way to the lumbosacral.

I am very satisfied, today's share of happiness is a little more.

The stylist took a pair of diamond earrings out of the box and put them on for me, and my dinner look was complete.An hour before the dinner, I took a look in the mirror, took a good look at my beauty, and sent Bruce a text.

"I'm assuming a gentleman will drive me to the mayor's daughter's engagement party. How about some tiramisu there?"

After sending the message, I switched pages, sat on a chair and played mobile games to pass the time.Sure enough, as I expected, it took half an hour for Bruce to have time to reply to my message.

"Sorry baby, I just woke up."

To be honest, the reason he gave was perfunctory, but he gave a rescue plan in the next second.

"Give me 10 minutes, and I will show up in front of you with your favorite sports car. How about Aston Martin?"

Once again, I sigh from the bottom of my heart, it's nice to have money.

"Then I will keep looking forward to it as you wish."

Although being late is one of the necessary conditions for Baby Bruce to travel, fortunately, he values ​​his commitment and shows up on time after 10 minutes.The royal blue Aston Martin stopped in front of me and the windows were lowered, showing the corner of Bruce's smiling mouth, "Would you like to have a ride in my car, ma'am?"

I didn't pay too much attention, and opened the door by myself, "Of course, after all, it will be my car soon."

"I'm only afraid that it won't match your beauty tonight."

In someone's qualified sweet talk, I forgive him for being late.We arrived at the beginning of the dinner, arm in arm in a loving gesture, no one could tell that we met for the first time yesterday.

Wherever Bruce is present, he is the center of attention of the crowd.Obviously he is not a professionally trained model, but every step he takes has a leisurely and elegant temperament, even if he deliberately narrows his steps to take care of me, he doesn't look cramped.

As soon as we entered the door, the mayor who hosted the banquet this time and his daughter-in-law-to-be greeted us.

I listened to Bruce chat nonsense with them, and stood beside him quietly as a good-looking wallflower, with timely approving smiles and perfunctory nods.

I have already felt the gazes of no less than five women focus on me hostilely after passing by Bruce. If their gazes can be turned into reality, I am the Ziwei struggling under the silver needle of Rong Rong.Even I can't recognize the Gotham baby's ex-girlfriend present.

I showed a quiet smile that was indifferent to the world, ignoring those aggressive gazes.Sure enough, as soon as the mayor left, an aggressive woman blocked our way.

I signaled with my eyes, "You are responsible for solving it."

Bruce curled his lips helplessly, and smiled at the visitor, "Hey, Linda, you look good."

He mentioned the name "Linda" and I got the impression.Linda was the cover girl of last month's fashion magazine, and also Bruce's tool-girl girlfriend last month.By the way, this month's cover girl is me, not because of my strong business ability, but purely because of my appearance and money.

Ms. Linda in front of her showed a sad and flattering look, "I sent you a message, why didn't you reply?"

It sounds like there are a lot of inside stories in it, and I was immediately interested, so that the soles of my high-heeled shoes didn't feel tired.

Bruce put on a standard coaxing face, "We ended a month ago, Linda. If you get along with me as a friendly friend, I'd love to listen to your troubles, but more, I'm afraid I can't do anything .”

Listen, listen, what a textbook ex-girlfriend's public relations skills!

In just two sentences, the image of a ruthless and romantic libertine has been vividly displayed in front of the audience. Mr. Wayne is worthy of being a generation of Gotham show masters!

Ms. Linda's weeping expression made me feel sorry for her, but she immediately turned her hostile gaze to me, "Then she is also your friend?"

You got it wrong baby, we won't even be friends next month.Listen to my advice, people with kidney failure should not talk about feelings, it is easy to hurt money.

Bruce's other hand came out and patted my arm. We looked at each other and smiled like a loving couple. Everything was said without saying anything. The hypocritical tacit understanding further stimulated Ms. Linda's fragile nerves.

Bruce put his finger on my arm and nodded, signaling for us to leave quickly.I followed his movements and hid behind the dessert table with him.

He casually handed me a plate of tiramisu on the table, and picked a piece of berry pie himself.There were a lot of people in the rest area. Linda glanced at us a few times, but she didn't come forward because she was concerned about the other people present.

I felt a little regretful, "I saw that she was holding a glass of red wine in her hand, and I thought she would pour it directly."

"Don't expect this kind of thing, I know you are watching a show, I will hold my grudge." Bruce glanced at me lightly, with a bit of complaint tone, "It's very rude to talk about your ex in front of the current one , so I won't talk to you about the gossip between us."

Just listening to this sentence, I almost thought we were really in love.I showed a shy smile, trying to pass the test, "You're welcome, when my ex-boyfriend comes to trouble you, I will help you talk."

He smirked and added a cherry to my plate.

I can understand why he likes to be late to these kinds of dinners, because it's really boring.A group of rich kids who can't speak three words a year get together to boast about business, and show off their expensive haute couture dresses and antique sports cars by the way.The only thing worth looking forward to in the audience is the dessert table for self-catering. Unfortunately, you can't eat too much, otherwise your belly will bulge out of the dress.

I don't know if it's because I recovered the memory of my previous life. I looked around and always felt something was wrong.

I can't tell where this uneasiness comes from, but there is always a strange premonition that something bad is going to happen.

I scraped the last of the cream off the plate with a fork and said to Bruce, "I'm getting a little bored, how about we go?"

Bruce seemed to be aware of it. He put down the clean plates and frowned slightly, "I think so too." He responded to me with his mouth, but his eyes swept across the banquet hall sharply.

Singing and dancing, feasting and feasting, this extravagant and ordinary dinner party for Gotham's upper class is no different from usual.

However, Bruce must have noticed something that I couldn't observe. His eyes turned into a drawn knife, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist, "You stay here first, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sudden darkness swept the resplendent hall, and the terrified screams swallowed up the remaining half of his words.

The momentary loss of vision made my heart skip a beat, and my heart beat wildly in my chest.

Fortunately, that strong hand was still on my wrist, and one arm was weakly wrapped around my shoulder, holding me half in his arms, forming a protective posture.

The stacked footsteps were hidden in the unbearable chaos, and now I also realize that something is wrong.

I couldn't restrain myself, grabbed Bruce's sleeve, and drew a sense of security from the person closest to me, "Terrorist attack?"

Bruce’s voice was dignified, and he didn’t answer me directly, “Don’t make a sound, don’t look at them, and wait for rescue.”

After speaking, he put his palm on my shoulder and helped me hide by the wall.I vaguely heard a sound similar to typing on a keyboard.

Why is there a keyboard here?

Before Bruce let go, the lights came on again, and everyone present stared blankly at the people surrounding the hall door like a goose being strangled by the neck.

The first thing that catches our eyes is the gun.

Before the scream could be remembered again, the leader raised his arms high and fired three shots at the ceiling. Three dull shots cut off the screams of fear in people's throats.

"Quiet——" he announced, "All squat down with your heads in your hands, don't try to make small moves!"

The movements of all the people present have never been so uniform, like the harvested wheat falling down in unison.

The leader showed a disdainful and satisfied sneer, he waved his hand, and brought a tin box under his hands and put it in front of him.

He stepped on the tin box and grinned like a shark, "Gutham residents, you should be familiar with this thing."

As soon as he said it, I immediately understood that the tin box he stepped on was filled with bombs.

Not only me, everyone present understood this, and their faces turned pale.The timid lady immediately covered her mouth, not daring to speak out.

The leader glanced around in satisfaction, and ordered his subordinates to drive us together as much as possible, like a group of lambs in gorgeous clothes waiting to be slaughtered.

He singled out one of us at random, "Give me your phone."

The lucky one who was selected turned pale, and tremblingly handed the mobile phone in his hand to his subordinates and sent it to the leader.

He made a phone call, "Gotham Police Department? Oh, I suggest that you better not act rashly, otherwise I will not guarantee the life and death of these rich people."

He grinned dangerously, "Go ask for help, ask the flying mouse, and tell him that we are waiting for him here."

His purpose is Batman.

I tried my best not to look at Bruce's face.

So that's the reason for my bad premonition.I actually forgot that Gotham is such a city that has nothing to do with harmony and friendship.

Here comes the question, now that the real Batman is squatting next to me with his head in his arms, where can we find another Batman to fulfill the leader's little wish?

Go to Amazon and buy one for him online?