Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

"I didn't," Bruce denied, "I just happened to catch him doing farm work while visiting his house."

I nodded knowingly, "To experience the life of ordinary people, the eldest young master went to the fields with his best friends to work on the farm. It's really heartwarming."

"It's not like that." He emphasized repeatedly, "It's just helping."

I didn't take it seriously, and said perfunctorily, "Helping and feeling happy don't conflict."

Bruce was about to talk again, and Alfred deftly inserted himself between the two of us, interrupting the conversation.

He put two glasses of dark green vegetable juice on the table, which was far from his appetite just by the color. Behind him, two tanned heads by the sea emerged, giggling heartlessly.

I frowned, picked up the glass carefully, and smelled it, it was healthy and not good to drink.

Bruce's face turned the same color as vegetable juice on the spot, and he tried to escape, "The pot is still in the kitchen."

Ah Fu showed a seemingly amiable but terrifying expression, "I'm not too old to see that pot of mint that was ravaged by you."

As he said that, there was a trace of pity on his face, "You have a misunderstanding in your knowledge. There are some unspeakable subtle differences between the pot that is actually used for cooking and the pot that was fired."

With overwhelming evidence, the great Batman has no choice but to bow down.

Reluctantly, he picked up the cup and whispered, "I will reproduce it perfectly."

What unnecessary place is this strange competitive spirit used?

I held the cup, took a sip and gave a jolt, and looked at the big devil pitifully, "Can I add some honey?"

"Yes." Ah Fu put the honey pot in front of me, "This is a special treatment for ladies."

Hanging out with Bruce, sooner or later I will lose Alfred's favor.I decided to alienate him. In this family, it is more important to please Alfred than to please Master Wayne.

So the next day, Jason and I went to rehab to pick Catherine out of the hospital, and Dick was the only one with us in the car, which is understandable.

After receiving Catherine, Jason will move out of Wayne House and return to his own home.

Although the two children pecked at each other five times out of ten conversations, the playmates left immediately, and Dick still showed embarrassment.

He saved his phone number into Jason's cell phone, "You have to remember to call me often, and ask Timmy and me out to play."

"You won't remember me." Jason said firmly.

Soon to see Catherine, the boy was in high spirits, standing by the car door and kept looking out.

He kicked Dick's outstretched leg. "Take your own seat, or I'll tell Lucy your secret."

Dick, who was still alive and kicking just now, turned into a baby bird frozen in the cold wind of his heart, "I have no secret."

He broke out in a cold sweat, "Don't talk nonsense."

My sharp eyes swept over in the rearview mirror in coordination.

Jason crossed his arms proudly, "Hmph, I've already found out."

Dick looked terrified, and immediately covered Jason's mouth with a tiger pounce, "Don't talk nonsense in front of Lulu!"

I said leisurely, "Oh, in front of me?"

The two children were rolling and fighting in the back seat, Jason stubbornly struggled to get the right to speak freely, "You have a guilty conscience!"

He loudly said proudly, "I found out that you went to eat ice cream with Barbara, and you lied to Tim that you were going to school to do group work that day!"

The noisy car fell silent, and all three were silent.

I pursed my lips.

Ah, this is it?

Jason, you have lived up to my expectations of you.

Dick was shocked, "How do you know, I deleted all the text messages!"

Jason made a grimace, and while Dick was stunned, he got up nimbly and put his hands on his hips proudly, "I won't tell you."

He compared his eyes with two fingers, "I'll keep staring at you."

I felt a little horror for Dick.

The two children were entangled, and they often fought like kittens scratching each other.

I think back to the little secret Bruce and Dick were keeping from me that I was going to put aside for a while to find out, and then the kidnapping, coma, rehab, and wedding ensued so much that I forgot it even happened.

I am determined to pay attention during this period of time to see what secrets the big and small are hiding from me.

When the patients in the drug rehabilitation center were discharged from the hospital, their relatives were required to sign as guarantors. Catherine eloped and left home, and I signed my name as a guarantor when she was admitted to the hospital.

While I was going through the process, Dick and Jason hid nearby to observe the rehab environment.

Considering that there are only uniform hospital uniforms in the drug rehabilitation center, I bought a new set of clothes for Catherine to celebrate her success in drug rehabilitation.

Her complexion is much better than when I first met her, and she exudes a spirit that I didn't have before.The rich lady I had never seen before seemed to be standing in front of me again.

"Thank you for your help." She thanked me. "Dr. Leslie said he would take me in and give me a job as a helper. You don't have to worry about our lives."

"Call me directly if you need to." I confessed, "I will be there as soon as possible."

As long as I'm in Gotham, or anywhere I've been in the world, the distance to me is just a portal.

Jason trotted over, rubbing his heels a little embarrassedly, "You are welcome to visit my house in the future."

He glanced at Dick. "Dickie and Timmy too."

Dick rubbed his nose, "Let's go eat ice cream after school next week, the two of us, and Barbara."

So what about Tim, was you excluded again because he was too young?

"If Catherine is willing, we can adopt Jason, and she can return to her family." Bruce lay beside me, dreaming of picking up his son.

"A large part of the reason why she is unwilling to contact her family now is that her family will not agree to her taking an illegitimate child back. If she wants to continue living with Jason, she can only hide in Gotham East."

He leaned on his hand, looked at the ceiling and said, "Actually, she doesn't adapt to life in the slums."

"Yeah, Master Wayne, who has been practicing in the slums for many years, must have a lot of experience."

I hugged the pillow, "No matter what, she chose the current life and got good results. They will get better and better in the future."

"That kid is very likable," Bruce said, "and Dick's two types."

I got up from the quilt and pinched his face, "You don't want to rob the child, I will ask Matt to defend Catherine."

The person whose face was pinched by me blinked and saw me reaching out to touch the hanging ring under the pillow.He didn't seem very interested in knowing what would happen next, and quickly changed the subject, "Are you the only one going to Lex Luthor's banquet tomorrow?"

"It's today," I reminded the bat-monster whose routine was upside-down. "It's four o'clock in the morning, and I'm going to get up in two hours. And you left the social work to Lucius yesterday."

"Oh." Bruce shrank back under the quilt, never saying anything about accompanying me to the banquet, "Good night, go to bed early."

Lex Luthor, one of the few wealthy entrepreneurs in the world.As famous as his wealth and power is his shiny head.

The second most famous feature is his hostility to Superman. The chairman of the big group often publicly delivered speeches on "Superman's threat theory", many of which were once the source of material for major talk shows.

As a star I wasn't eligible to attend the dinner he threw, and this time he invited Bruce and me separately, as the president of Wayne Enterprises and the president of Gotham Charity.

The word "deputy" is removed to make people feel happy.

While Bruce was still in bed pretending he wasn't awake, I changed and got into Lucius' car and headed to Metropolis.

The metropolis is across the sea from Gotham, and the world's longest suspension bridge subway bridge connects the twin cities on both sides of the Delaware Bay.

Looking out from Lucius' car, I saw the sea bounded by the subway bridge on both sides.

I adjusted the position of the glove and put the ring on my finger.

We sail into this city of tomorrow, the city of monarchs, the landmark building of the metropolis is the Lex Group in New Troy, and it is also the place where our banquet will be held.

Lucius, who was driving, chatted with me one after another, "If you are not busy, we can go to Tomorrow Street after the banquet. There are many things to shop there. The research center of Wayne Technology is also there."

I rested my chin on the scene outside the car window. It was very different from Gotham.Gotham is an empty, cold and secret place, but the metropolis is compact, lively and bright.

I remember that Louise and Clark worked for the Daily Planet in the Metropolis, and the ball marked "DailyPlanet" on the top of the newspaper tower often attracted Superman to rest on it.There are a lot of sneak photos on Twitter, and you can see a small figure on the iron ball from a distance.

Perhaps Clark was recalling the Kansas haystacks.I secretly cursed.

The car passed the Daily Planet and stopped in front of the Lex Group.

Lucius and I got out of the car and told the doorman to drive the car to the parking lot.A waiter ushers us into the elevator that leads directly to the banquet hall through the side door.

It's not like a group, or a company here.Instead, it's like a personal fort built by Lex Luthor.

I mean, who would build an entire floor of banquet halls at their company?

The elevator ascended smoothly, the elevator door opened, and after a corner was the banquet hall covered with carpets.

I took Lucius' arm and walked into the venue with him.

To my surprise, Luther, the host of the banquet, was waiting at the door.

He was wearing a black suit, showing a burly figure.Under the illumination of the crystal lamp, the clean top of the head almost became the second lighting in the presence.

Luther came up to him in a few steps, first shook hands with Lucius politely, and then turned his gaze to me.

"This is Ms. Lucille Crane," he raised the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, but I forgot. Now it's Ms. Lucille Wayne."

He held out his hand to me, and I shook his hand politely, "It's okay, I haven't changed my surname after marriage."

There was a slight upward movement of the tall eyebrows of the tough guy, and he smiled meaningfully, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Crane."

I withdrew my hand, did he touch my ring just now?