Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

As soon as I went out, I saw a handsome man sitting in the driver's seat of a Bugatti full of flowers in the back seat.

His hands were idly resting on the edge of the lowered car window, and his eyes were looking melancholy into the distance, which was really a pleasing sight.

I walked over quickly and handed him the coffee in my hand, "Ai Liwei's hand-ground coffee, I hope it can bring you soberness."

Bruce took the coffee and opened the car door for me, "Who is Alivy?"

"My maid."

There is only one butler and one maid in my cold, unpopular but happy villa.The butler was sent by my second uncle, and the maid was hired by myself.

The Wayne family is different from me, their butlers are hired by the family.For example, Bruce's butler, Pennyworth, once served his parents, and Pennyworth's father was also the butler of the previous generation of the family.

I don't care about the details that these wealthy people pay attention to, and I don't care whether Ai Liwei and the housekeeper Roman take orders from me or from my second uncle.The world of adults is not only ambitious, but also rarely confused.

It's like whether my second uncle has a trace of family affection for me, and how far this family affection can make me go.Why did he still send me to the University of Business Administration to take professional courses after taking away the power of the company.These are things that cannot be studied in detail.

Right now all I want to do is enjoy my brief romance with Baby Bruce, and I don't care about anything else, including the Batman part.

I sat in the passenger seat and unwrapped the apology gift Bruce had prepared for me.It was an emerald pendant.

Bruce puts the handbrake down and explains, "It suits your eyes."

My eyes are the traditional pale green of the Crane family.The Crane family is not a local family in Gotham, so they can only be regarded as second-rate nobles in an exclusive city.

Our ancestors are Eastern Slavs, and later moved to North America with our family, and settled in New Jersey in the last century.So my appearance is typical Slavic, fair skinned, tall, with soft facial features.

I tied the pendant around my neck and turned to Bruce and asked, "Does it look good?"

He glanced hastily, "Now I'm even more fascinated by you."

I guess what Bruce Middle School learns is not a composition class, but a love talk training class.He must have had an amazing teacher.

Bruce's Bugatti drives us all the way to Iceberg, which isn't really the best place for a date.Although the Iceberg Restaurant is quite popular in Gotham, anyone with a little Gotham common sense knows that it is a money laundering place used by the Penguin for illegal financial activities.

The presence of Brucey's baby is definitely something that Coppert needs to treat carefully.We had just sat down at the private booth in the corner, and before we even turned to the second page of the menu, the owner of Bingshan Restaurant came over with the restaurant manager.

"Look, what brought Bruce Wayne here?"

A short fat man in a tuxedo stood in front of our table. The weather wasn't too hot, but he was wearing a thick suit. The walking stick in his hand was a gorgeously decorated black umbrella.

Bruce raised his eyebrows and showed a romantic smile, "Look at what you said, only your restaurant can give us the perfect dating experience, Oswald."

He grabbed my hand on the table and rubbed his fingertips twice, his sapphire eyes were full of affection, but he was talking to Cobblepot, "Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Lucy. .You must know her, this month's magazine cover is gorgeous."

The small eyes behind the mirror of the one-eyed gentleman looked me up and down alertly, and then turned to bend up festively, as if he was sincerely happy for a couple in love.

"I have heard about you for a long time, big star Lucille Crane, your withdrawal is definitely a big loss for Hollywood."

Listen to the flattery.As soon as the news of my resignation came out, I don’t know how many directors would set off a salute to celebrate. Those with a little bit of fame and financial strength would at least open a bottle of [-] Lafite.

But I don't mind competing with others for the thickness of my skin. I covered the back of Bruce's hand with my backhand and squeezed it flirtatiously, with a professional business smile on my face.

"The entertainment industry doesn't have what I'm after anymore, and I'm at one of the pinnacles of my life right now." I looked up at Bruce shyly, "Money, status, cover girl and Gotham baby, what else? Is it something I don't have?"

Hearing that Bruce also looked at me very cooperatively, we smiled sweetly together, and there was a sweet breath around us that would kick every dog ​​over.

Coppert was the innocent little penguin who was the first to be kicked in the heart.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his lips trembling like wavy lines, and said with a stiff smile, "Oh, that's really great... Be true to yourself, so you won't cheat others, I wish you happiness. Hehe."

He clapped his hands, "This bottle of Romanee-Conti in [-] is my gift to you." He laughed dryly, "Cheers to your happiness."

Bruce's expression was touched as if Cobbot was his half-brother, "Oh, thank you for your blessing, I will definitely send invitations to the Iceberg Restaurant on the day Lucille and I get married."

The little penguin trembled twice, and held his breath for a forced smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Bruce. If you have any needs, just tell the waiters here, and they will satisfy you."

He didn't dare to stay any longer, muttering, or cursing, he left.

I rested my chin and looked at the sly Bruce, and praised sincerely, "It's Hollywood's biggest loss in a century if you don't enter the film industry."

Bruce poured Romanee-Conti into a decanter and confessed solemnly, "I'm telling the truth."

What a beautiful liar.

I pushed the menu in front of him, "I want a lamb chop, thank you."

Like I said, Iceberg is not a good place for a date.At first I didn't care why Bruce brought me here, but now I do.

It's not that Bruce Wayne is here for a date, it's that Batman is here to investigate the news.

Before our dishes were served, Bruce proposed to go to the bathroom.I took a sip of my red wine and made sure within 5 minutes of his leaving that he hadn't been flushed down the toilet, but had changed into a different outfit to beat up the poor restaurateur.

Tsk tsk tsk, what did Cobbot do wrong, the little penguin just wanted to make some dirty money.

This beating should be related to the engagement banquet of the mayor's daughter, the invasion of the Star Lab and the explosion of the Ace Chemical Plant some time ago.No wonder Bruce is as hardworking as an award-winning model worker in Gotham.

Brucey has been out of the public eye for too long, and Batman has been too active.He made an alibi for himself in the middle of the investigation.

When I leisurely cut into the second lamb chop, Bruce finally returned.He still looked handsome in a suit and leather shoes, and he couldn't tell at all that he took the time to beat up someone just now.

He sat in front of me and unbuttoned two shirts on his chest, "Am I late?"

"If you are a few minutes late, I will eat the baked lobster with cheese you ordered." I threatened with a smile, "It's a pity that you caught the scene of the crime."

"Then I came in time." Bruce changed the baked lobster with cheese to the side where I couldn't reach, trying to change the subject, "I saw a pretty good crepe stand outside, do you want to eat it?" Crepes?"

I took the bait as he wished, "I will remember to keep my belly."

The crepe recommended by Bruce tastes very good, with fresh strawberries and sweet cream.I suspect that every one of his girlfriends has been brought by him to take care of the boss's business, and the crepes ordered by all his ex-girlfriends can add up to write a menu.

I had the strawberry creme fraiche and he got himself the sea salt caramel.The two of us sat in the car eating crepes until Bruce got a text.

His expression changed instantly, and when he turned to look at me, he put on a sorry smile again, "Honey, I have something to do, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you this afternoon."

I glanced at him, and he drew a black card from his wallet and gave it to me, "There is no limit, you can buy whatever you want, this is my due apology."

The expression on his face was [-]% pitiful, which was enough, "Register my name directly in the theater, and they will take you to the box. I leave the car to you, and I will take you home at night."

I couldn't help but muffled a laugh, "Are you sure you didn't come to take back your car?"

Bruce shook the key, "If you like it, I'm willing to part with it."

"I'm more inclined to find a driver for myself." I took the black card from him and got out of the car with a bag and a half-eaten crepe. "I might be angry if I don't arrive at night."

Bruce saluted me through the car window, "Yes, sir."

I watched him drive away, staring at the black card in my hand and thinking.What should I buy with this card first?

Ah, by the way, I think the crepes in this store are quite delicious.

Bruce is not here, so I feel more relaxed. I am not good at acting, and it is also very tiring to act as a sweetheart girlfriend in front of him every day.

After he left, I wandered around the street a few times, bought some clothes I liked, and bought a coat for Bruce by the way.

He should look good in that coat.Spending boyfriend's money to buy gifts for boyfriend, I'm really a virtuous girlfriend.

When it was almost time, I entered the theater with Bruce's name, and had exclusive access to the huge private room of the Wayne family, and by the way, ordered all the signature dishes available in the theater.The waiter suspected that I was not here to enjoy the opera, but to eat.

I have to say that I am really appreciating art. Any actor randomly pulled out on the stage has better acting skills than me.If I were on stage, I wouldn't even be able to play a tree.

When all the dinner plates were removed, the opera came to an end.The door of the private room was opened, and Bruce walked in hurriedly, and sat next to me.

"how do you feel?"

I thought about it for a while, "I feel very shocked, but I can't tell what is shocking."

Bruce smiled and asked another question, "Do you think Salome loves John?"

I looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private room, and the actress on the stage wore a seven-veil veil and danced in the center of the stage.

A ray of light came down from the zenith, her eyes were full of water, and the red gauze passed over her curly long hair, her white and tender neck, her exquisite waist, and her love and desire.A scene rises in a whirl, reaching its climax when Salome kisses the dead man's head.

I thought for a while and said, "She doesn't necessarily love John, she just loves freedom."

I feel sorry for the ending of the story, "If she is willing to stay in the deep palace and be a stable princess, maybe she will not die. But all the men in front of her are coveting her, where can she escape to?" ?”

Bruce's blue eyes flashed with vitality, "She can't escape, falling in love with John is her destiny, it's her insignificant little resistance."

He chanted, his voice was like a bow pulling the strings of a cello, and his voice was low and sweet, "The sevenfold veil of dream, reason, passion, bliss, courage, pity and gnosis faded away, and she only left this excessive love as her own. This love finally swallowed up John, and it swallowed up Salome."

I looked into his eyes. There was a deep lake in those intoxicating blue eyes, which only leaked out a bit of moving lake light occasionally.

I don't know if he's talking about Salome and John, or him and Gotham.

I must admit that at that moment I was temporarily tempted by the lake light, and I almost took an irreversible step, and fell into the trick of the lake goblin.

Money and looks are not the whole reason why a person is addicted.Let's be honest, Brucey Babe is not a good boyfriend when it comes to romance.If it weren't for his generous shots, he could be called perfunctory.

But there are still people who are fascinated by him like moths to a flame, and those who have been in contact with him will never forget him.There are so many secrets hidden in him, tempting you to unravel his seven layers of veil layer by layer until you reach the final truth.

The thunderous applause at the curtain call brought me back to my senses. I blinked and leaned on the back of the sofa in a relaxed posture.

"Here, thank you for your black card."

Only then did Bruce remember to look at the consumer text messages from the bank. He flicked the screen of his phone, but his fingers stopped, "Have you bought a whole season of clothes?"

I raised an unpredictable smile, "No."

"All the new bags?"

"Not at all."

"What's that?" Bruce begged falsely, "Tell me, I'm so curious."

"I bought that crepe shop." I rolled my eyes. "To commemorate our first date."

That's not the reason, it's just that it doesn't cost money to buy crepes at their house in the future.

I also used Bruce's black card to prepay the store owner a large amount of money to help him open up a takeaway line.So that he can help me deliver fresh crepes to my cottage any time in the future.

None of this is something Bruce needs to know, he has money anyway, right?