Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Matt and I sat in the lounge area behind the dessert counter.

With a stiff smile on my face, I welcomed wave after wave of spectators who joined in the fun.

Are these rich people so idle? Why don’t you care about your company’s stock price rise and your Twitter followers when you have time? You deserve it for not being the richest man!

Matt's expression is hidden under the sunglasses that cover half of his face, so I can't see the depth.

He brought a plate of red velvet cake, ate a small half of it reservedly and gracefully under the crowd's gaze, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Who was the one who came over to chat with us just now?"

I cover up my embarrassment by sipping champagne, "My ex-boyfriend."

"What about the person who asked me for a business card and said that he would take care of my business in the future?"

"......Ex-boyfriend."

He shook his head meaningfully, picked up the cherry on top of the cake with a fork and put it into his mouth. "In the booth on the right side opposite us, I felt a very dazzling gaze. Is that one of your ex-boyfriend's legion members?"

Are you really blind, are you lying to me?

I forced a smile, "It's normal for a beautiful woman to have been in love several times, and it's also normal for a rich beautiful woman to have a rich partner. To sum up, it's normal for everyone to be at the same dinner party."

Matt applauded, "You shouldn't be a star, you should come and be with me."

I humbly chuckled, "Thank you for the compliment."

Attorney Matt, the star with sunglasses covering his face, and I looked at each other, and we both showed a rare and confused smirk.

This tacit understanding was quickly broken by a chirping child.A small cannonball rushed out of the crowd, "Lulu!"

Dick was wearing a formal suit, and came to an exquisite screeching stop in front of me, "You are also in New York, what a coincidence."

Matt raised one eyebrow, "Isn't this a member of the army?"

My voice was like a gnat, "This is the adopted son of my ex-boyfriend."

By the way, this is a gathering of the rich. Isn't Gotham's richest man the famous Bruce Baby?

I thought he would be at least two hours late today.

"...I fully appreciate your charm." Matt sighed.

Dick frowned and looked at the man sitting next to me, his small face gradually distorted as the observation deepened.

He took half a step back in horror, grabbed the sleeve of the man behind him, "Bruce, do you have any brothers who are living outside?"

The ex-boyfriend himself and Matt looked at each other calmly, then smiled, "No."

He glanced at me, narrowed his gaze, and lightly staggered away from me.

Matt made a "wow" mouth shape, and Gu Tianyun found a business card of his own in his suit pocket, "I've known you for a long time, Mr. Wayne. I'm Matt, a lawyer."

"Hi Mr. Matt, nice to meet you."

Bruce didn't take Matt's business card, but put it on Dick's shoulder, "I'm going to take Dick to meet friends, let's go first."

Only then did he glance at me hurriedly, "Talk slowly."

Dick pursed his lips, expressing his displeasure at being an excuse for adults to get away.

He ticked my little finger expectantly, "We live in the presidential suite at night, with a huge living room, you can come and play with us!"

After finishing speaking, he gave Bruce another sad look, "Or I can go and play with you."

I rubbed the head of the worrying little adult with a broken smile, "The auction will be held for two days, we have a lot of opportunities to meet, I can take you to New York if I find time tomorrow."

The little boy looked around reluctantly, but was led away by Bruce.

Matt witnessed our awkward meeting—from beginning to end, Bruce and I didn't have a conversation.

He folded the unsent business card in half, threw it into the trash can, and sighed sincerely, "Your ex-boyfriend is very difficult."

"If he wasn't difficult, we wouldn't have broken up," I said honestly.

The auction will be held after the dinner. The auction will be divided into two sessions, which will be held this evening and tomorrow afternoon.The two dinners were held before and after the conference.All proceeds from the auction will be distributed to local charities for charitable activities.

The top lots are all tomorrow.The lot offered by the Gotham Charity Federation is Yuan Jingdezhen Blue and White Porcelain, which will be auctioned at the second auction tomorrow.

Everyone just tested the water tonight and took a few random photos.

One of my ex-boyfriends in the circle took a gemstone necklace and gave it to me.

He is still active in the circle, I know he has no intention of getting back together, he just wants to take advantage of my scandal.Back then we broke up peacefully, so I didn't refuse his gift.

Matt is in the center of everyone's attention, calm and composed, and can leisurely ask the waiter for lemonade.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble," I lowered my voice, "I can find an entertainment reporter to post a clarification."

"Don't worry," he pushed his sunglasses, "I don't have this trouble with me, I think it's quite interesting."

Although he didn't care, I still felt sorry for it, "Just let me know if you have any auction items that you fancy, I still have a lot to spare for tonight's auction."

He pulled down his sunglasses, and those dull eyes accurately caught my line of sight, "Being obedient is worse than respect."

Having said that, Matt didn't find anything he liked at the auction, and I did snap up a ring.

It was a two-finger ring with a simple shape, which did not meet my usual aesthetics.

It is also difficult for me to explain why I raised the sign in a flash of thought, as if someone held my hand in the dark. When I came back to my senses, the auctioneer had already made a decision.

As guilty as it was, I didn't go to Dick after the auction.

The hotel where the guests stay is in the same building as the auction hall. The ground and above is the hotel building, and the first to third floors below ground are the auction hall.

Matt and I had only a deluxe room on the middle floor. Bruce and Dick had a presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, and even though we lived in the same building, it was almost impossible to see each other.

I fell on the bed after taking a shower, recalling that Bruce didn't even want to say hello to me today, I gritted my teeth angrily and rolled around on the bed.

I thought Bruce wouldn't be here tonight. He usually attends Gotham's internal activities.What's more, tonight's auction is not high-standard. If he only intends to make a cutscene, he can come back tomorrow.

Just as I was tossing and thinking in bed, there was a loud bang outside the window, and the glass of the window seemed to tremble a few times because of it.

Holding my beating heart, I ran barefoot to the window and opened the curtains.There was a big hole in the roof of the warehouse shed on the far side of the hotel, billowing black smoke.

Before I knew what was going on, I heard the hotel's internal telephone jingling.

I picked up the phone and it was Matt.

He told me to stay in the room and not to open the door for anyone.The warehouse where the auction's collection was stored was attacked, and a guest died in the warehouse.Later, the waiter and the police on standby in the hotel will come to check our safety.

I responded and looked out the window.

I think I guessed the reason for Bruce's participation in the auction.There seems to be an explosion in the warehouse, is he safe?

No, he is not safe.Batman is never safe.

I hesitated for a long time, and finally my anxiety overwhelmed my timidity, and I opened the window to see what was going on in the warehouse.

A big black bat hangs outside the wall and looks at me.

He wanted to run, I subconsciously reached out and grabbed his cloak, almost being dragged out by him with slippers.

Fortunately, he reacted faster than me, retracted the hook with a click, and jumped into the room holding my shoulder.

We had a big stumble on the carpet.

The cloaked fighter with pointed ears was extremely angry, his voice was hoarse and low, "It's too dangerous, don't do it again next time."

I knew I was wrong, but I didn't want to bow my head in front of him, so I choked back confidently, "Is it you who hangs outside other people's windows in the middle of the night?"

strangeness.

I don't think I am a person who lacks love experience, and I can treat each other with a normal heart after breaking up with my previous boyfriends.

Only in front of this difficult pointy ear, I feel awkward and preoccupied, as if I just graduated from kindergarten yesterday.

Batman was silent for a moment, "Sorry."

He simply apologized and turned to the window.I grabbed the corners of his cloak again and stretched the black cloth.

"It's too late for you to go back now, the presidential suite should be the first batch to be checked."

Silence again.

"Come here," I said helplessly, "Your wound is bleeding, I'll bandage it for you."

This scene is very inexplicable.

I rummaged through the room looking for a medical kit that was supposed to be there.

Batman was sitting on a chair by the window, wrapping his cloak around his arms, lest blood drip into my room.

In a hotel of this size, there is a medical box in the room.The problem is I don't know where it is.

I rummaged around the room and couldn't find even a Band-Aid.

One hand passed me a roll of bandages.

"I carry the necessary medical supplies with me."

"Oh."

I took the bandage and the alcohol cotton he had found in his belt, and waited for him to take off his gauntlets and lift up the tight uniform on his arm so that I could treat the wound.

Bruce was right to break up with me, I was never close to his world or prepared to face the danger.

I'm just a pot of flowers planted in a greenhouse, unable to face the storm outside.

I remembered the first aid method I learned a few days ago, and wrapped a crooked section on Batman's noble arm.

There is obviously no way to be unhappy and light when grinding your guns before the battle.No matter what I do with the finishing touches, the bandages always slide down with an ironic swagger.

I tore off the hand stickers given by the hotel, and pasted the hotel's LOGO on the end of the bandage, until it was barely readable.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a bad mood, "Just laugh, I accept the ridicule."

"That's not what it means." The slightly curved lip line retracted.

I faced the white film on the mask, the white film shrank, and began to change the subject, "How did you recognize me."

Affirmative sentences, not interrogative sentences.I'm being obvious enough.

I, who had been unhappy all day, was angry from my heart, and the evil turned to the guts. I slapped his strong chest and squeezed it generously.

"Anyway, I've slept with my pillow before," I said indifferently, "It's pretty easy to recognize."

The albuginea looked at my face, to my hands, and then to my chest muscles.Finally he backed away imperceptibly.

Before the harasser and victim had even had a discussion about the issue, the hotel doorbell rang.

I almost went into cardiac arrest, and hurriedly pushed the large contraband into the bathroom and closed the door, and adjusted my expression before opening the door.

Outside the door were the hotel bellboy, the police, and Matt who came to check on me.

My toes scratched at the insoles of my slippers when I thought of what was hiding in my room.

My smile must be distorted at the moment, because my acting skills have never been good.

"what happened?"

The waiter didn't tell me the truth, but used a slightly euphemistic way of saying it.

"There was an explosion near the hotel. Let's see if you need anything. At the same time, I remind you not to walk around tonight. Please wait in the room. The police are conducting a preliminary security check on the hotel."

I hurriedly closed the door and nodded perfunctorily, "Understood, I have no other needs, I am safe, you can go to the next room."

Seeing that the door was about to close, one hand blocked the gap between the doors.

Matt pushed open the door with a frown, and tapped his hand holding the guide stick, "Who's in the room?"

Matt, Matthew, Matthew Lawyer!

Your winnings are gone!

At this moment, even God couldn't hear the cries in my heart, and the sudden sadness rolled down my heart like a waterfall.

As the price of not believing in God, God told me that there is always room for things to be worse than you think.

The bathroom door was pushed open from the inside, and under the dumbfounded gaze of a group of people, a wet Brucey baby wrapped in a bathrobe came out.

The man with messy forehead took me into his arms and gave Matthew a provocative and coquettish smile.

"Are you looking for me, Attorney Matthew?"

It’s over.

I trembled in the sudden bright eyes of the police officers and waiters.

It's all over.

I thought desperately.

Joshua... must be very happy...