Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I believe that few men in the world would say this to their newlyweds who were married less than a week ago.

"Have you considered working for Wayne Enterprises?"

I see it through, you just proposed to trick me into working at your house, right?

When Bruce said this, I was using the computer to hand over the progress of the project with the staff of the charity, resuming the work that Bruce had handled while I was in a coma.

We didn't have a honeymoon and I moved straight into Wayne Manor after the wedding with Jason who was staying at my house.

As compensation, Alfred took Dick and Jason on vacation to Miami for a vacation, enjoying the sun, beaches and beautiful natural scenery, and accepting the influence of art in Florida.

Leave me and Bruce alone in the manor to enjoy the two-person world.

Only takeaways, bedtime, work and the two-person world of Dumb Bat.

I suspect Bruce was trying to get back at me for stepping on his foot during the opening dance at the beach party, and the billionaire himself is a petty vengeful.

Wayne Enterprises is divided into two companies, Wayne Technology and Wayne Industries. The current president is Lucius Fox, who is part-time president of Wayne Enterprise Technology.

I've already guessed what the gossip will be like when Bruce announces that I'll be airborne as part of Wayne's crew.

Lucille, the vagabond, outperformed Baby Bruce in terms of scum, and not only entered Wayne Manor, but also occupied Wayne's property.

The second uncle wants to drive to my parents' grave overnight and have a good cry.

"I suggest you go back to bed and have a good sleep, dreaming will be faster."

I smirked, "I'm a cold capitalist, capitalists don't work for people."

His gaze shifted to the tablet in my hand.

I cleared my throat, "I'll be retiring soon, when the student support program is on the right track. And that doesn't mean I'm willing to juggle two jobs at the same time."

"Okay, here you go." Bruce pretended to pick up a newspaper, but I knew he wasn't giving up.

I stretched out, put my feet on his knees, and fell back into the soft pillows of the sofa.

"Didn't you talk about having dinner with Mr. Clark today? Why don't you change your clothes?"

He revealed a pair of eyes from behind the newspaper, "We don't go out to eat, we eat in the manor."

I was shocked, "You also burned the pot you just bought yesterday?"

The pinnacle of my culinary skills is instant pasta with slices of sausage and poached broccoli.

The pinnacle of Bruce's culinary skills are sandwiches, which don't need to use anything related to fire and temperature, as long as they are cut with a knife.

Ah Fu had expected this miserable scene, and before leaving, he pasted a post-it note on the kitchen door, which contained the phone numbers of all restaurants with good standards and willing to deliver food to the manor.

We two innovative culinary talents ate takeaways in the manor for a few days, and we went into the kitchen on a whim the night before.

——burned out Ah Fu's most beloved pot.

We bought new pots overnight.Unexpectedly, the first time I followed Bruce into the Batcave was to make old and new pots, to cover up the fact that the two of us fell in love with Ah Fu.

"Of course not!" Bruce said angrily, he put down the newspaper, and the most conspicuous column in the entertainment section was "The Love War between Scum Girl and Sea King".

"I ordered takeout, we just need to plate it."

I squeezed my chin, "Then why don't you just ask them to eat out?"

Eerily quiet.

I had a weird expression, "Could it be that you originally planned to cook by yourself, but you didn't expect to burn through the pot when you made a move the day before yesterday."

"So you gave up your unrealistic fantasies, and you didn't want people to find out that you were a kitchen maintenance worker, so you simply ordered takeaway and planned to serve it yourself, so as to induce Clark and the others to think that you cooked the meal, right?"

Bruce put down the newspaper with a complicated expression, "How many mystery novels have you read this week?"

"Personal hobby." I shrugged.

Mr. Wayne, who is very face-saving, is very good at arranging the plates. Judging from the portion size, it is at least at the level of a Michelin chef.

In order to prove that I am not his accomplice after the incident, I did not join in this shameful act, but sat by the dining table and watched him cut off the mint grown by Ah Fu with scissors and decorate the leaves on the steak.

"Won't you tell me what Clark is like?" I asked.

I don't have much memory of this best friend of Wayne's, the first time I saw him at the wedding.He invited me to a dance at a beach party and unfortunately stepped on my foot.

As expected of Bruce's good friend, he came to avenge his best friend.

"Of course you'll know him," Bruce said.

He thought for a while, and came to a strange conclusion, "Just treat him as a normal person."

Should I not treat Clark as normal?

Bruce pulled out half a pot of mint leaves from Ah Fu in a very advanced manner, "He will tell you the reason himself."

Bruce can be regarded as Gotham's number one master of trickery, and his ability to steal the beam and replace the tree with a tree is decent.

At least his best friend Clark was as thoroughly misguided as he had hoped.

“Today's meal is very good!”

Clark, a simple and strong man in a plaid shirt, praised, "You have this skill, you really should show it in front of us, Bruce."

Bruce nodded reservedly.His skill in arranging plates is superb and deserves this praise.

I sat on the edge with inexplicable eyes.How on earth did these two become friends?

Louise, who was sitting on my left, gave a mysterious smile, as if she saw through everything.

After the meal, the two men were herded into the kitchen to wash the dishes. We sat on the sofa watching TV, and Louise leaned over and typed on her mobile phone, "Bruce ordered takeout, right?"

Seeing me looking over in surprise, she shrugged, "They always compete in inexplicable places, maybe this is the way they show their friendship."

Louise recalled, "Last year he invited Bruce to his house for the holidays. The way they bonded was to go to the fields to plant straw together and compete to make scarecrows."

"Wait a moment?"

"By the way, Bruce was wearing a suit and vest when he went to the field. I heard that he never wore that dress a second time."

"I see," I understood, "they're kindred spirits."

Master Wayne loves to go to the countryside to plant fields. If there is a chance, I will contract him the land on the outskirts of Gotham, so that he can plant rice in a suit every day.

Bruce asked in a horrible voice from the kitchen, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Louise, please, make a good impression on me in front of Lucille." It was another voice.

Clark paused, this time the subject of the conversation was Bruce, "You poured too much dish soap."

Bruce snorted coldly, "This is my dish soap, I can pour as much as I want."

I couldn't bear to listen any more, pinched the bridge of my nose, "That's why I support tech home."

Louise smiled at me. "On the bright side, at least he can afford to buy a tech home."

"I can buy two sets." Bruce's voice came from far away in the kitchen.

I believe Bruce and Clark are best friends.

Because when the two of them are present at the same time, their IQ will decrease as a monotonically decreasing function, depending on the number of people present and the duration of presence.

Bruce is generally of the smart and calm side.generally.

"Clark has been preparing for this meeting for a long time."

Louise had a gentle face, but actually betrayed her boyfriend mercilessly, "He made several drafts and asked me to choose which one to communicate with you."

She said sincerely, "So if he causes any accident because of being too nervous, forgive him."

... Am I an alien and he is so afraid of me?

I didn't know the answer to the question until the men finished washing the dishes and Clark asked me to talk alone on the balcony while Bruce was in the toilet.

The man with the same black hair and blue eyes as Bruce scratched his head cautiously, a small curly hair on his forehead shyly curled in the wind.

"You're one of Bruce's closest people in the world, and he's my best friend. You're going to know about it sooner or later, so I don't think it should be kept from you."

"Maybe Bruce doesn't think so, but it's about me and I have a say."

He said the most shocking words with the most innocent expression.

This good friend collected himself and solemnly said to me, "Miss Lucille, nice to meet you. I'm Clark Kent, and I'm also Karl-El. People call me Superman."

"..." I maintained a calm expression, "Wait a minute, I'll adjust my ears, it may be a sequelae of hospitalization, there seems to be something wrong with my hearing."

Clark looked at me sympathetically, "You heard me right, Miss Lucille, I am Superman."

I looked at this good friend who was so happy with Bruce, and the good friend looked at me innocently and helplessly.

I said, "Evidence..."

He flew off his toes.

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed Clark back to the ground, "Batman can fly, that doesn't prove anything."

Seeming to see through the essence of my brain downtime, Clark thought for a while, turning his head to the side.

His blue eyes lit up, two red lasers burst out suddenly, and I could even feel the heat on the tip of my nose.

There was billowing black smoke from somewhere in the garden.

I calmly wiped my nose, "That's Ah Fu's favorite tree."

one.Ah Fu has many favorite trees.

The omnipotent Superman gasped with visible terror.

I rubbed my temples, "No wonder Louise said that, so I'm not an alien, but you are."

I carefully looked at this unpretentious guy in a plaid shirt, "There is a big difference between you and your fellow villagers."

If ET looks like this, why worry about not being able to integrate into the earth!

"Since you are honest with me, then I shouldn't hide anything." I took out the ring from my pocket, "Actually, I am also an alien."

Clark's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"

"Fake." I said calmly, opened the portal with one hand, and took the soufflé made by Ah Fu that Bruce left behind on purpose in the refrigerator.

I handed the soufflé to Clark, patted the stunned alien, and said sincerely, "I am a mage."