Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I was wearing an expensive dress and sitting in the back of the car.

The car is parked on the side of the road, and you can see the white tulips blooming in the flower bed.The flowers are a bit overblown, and the white petals are slightly curled, showing a state of falling.

There is no one else in the car, so it stands to reason that it is a good opportunity to escape.But I didn't do that. In the fifth year after being reincarnated in a different world, I admit that no one can fight against "mother".I'm just a dispensable bug under her feet, who may be trampled to death at any time.

I am a spy trained by "mother", and the treatment is much better than those vases who are portrayed as beautiful wives in the upper class.

At least Spy sounds more handsome than Pretty Stupid Wife.This can bring me a little comfort in the boring and painful training life, which is better than nothing.

Now, I have lost even that comfort. A wealthy man suspected by "mother" booked me, and my mother gave me the task of investigating him.

To be honest, I don't think there's a need to investigate, and my mother will probably tear off his friendly skin before I submit the report.I, who was downgraded from a spy to a spy's wife, my only wish at present is to hope that the rich man's appearance can make me feel a little bit easier when I kiss him.

If not as handsome as Baby Brucey, at least don't look like a stalker.

The position of the back seat of the car is not too narrow, but I have been sitting there for nearly half an hour.I looked left and right, no one was close to here, and the "mother" was watching in hidden places such as rooftops, and according to the location, I could only see my upper body.

So I secretly took off my beautiful but uncomfortable high heels, and stepped on the carpet wearing only silk stockings.

Just when I was about to loosen the dress straps that almost strangled my waist, the driver's door was opened.A man, technically my future husband, sat in.

"good afternoon."

Neither is the manual on the belt behind my waist, nor is it not moving. I can only pull it back quickly when his eyes are on the steering wheel, and fold it on his knees in a ladylike manner.

"good afternoon."

I tuck my feet back into my heels under the cover of the seat back.My gorgeous outfit comes from my "mother". Unfortunately, there is an error in the size they measured with their eyes. This pair of high heels is one size smaller than my shoe size, and it will be very difficult to wear without the help of hands.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Good news, as my husband-to-be, his voice doesn't sound like throat cancer.

"Lucille, Lucille Crane." I kept my voice calm and my expression calm, and actually hid behind the backrest and put on my high heels with difficulty.

"You have a nice name." He said, "Then I should introduce myself, maybe you have heard my name."

Half of my heel is about to be tucked into the heel.

He said, "Bruce, Bruce Wayne, you can call me Bruce in front of other people."

I almost stuck my fingers in the heels.

"Ah...ah, oh." I was a little dazed, "Okay."

Even this Gotham No. [-] bully came to "Mother" to customize his wife. Is "Mother"'s customer base already so huge?

All I had before I left was to investigate my new husband.

The most customized products for rich people in "mothers" are young and beautiful wives.They only need to be well-behaved and beautiful, and to convey instructions to their mother when necessary. They are the products of the "mother" assembly line.

I have one more prefix than them, "spy".Since the mother asked for an investigation, maybe Bruce Wayne, a rich man, is not simple.

I was thinking about it, when Bruce in the driver's seat suddenly said, "Your shoes seem to be a bit out of place, do you need me to ask someone to change a pair of shoes?"

I put on my shoes and resumed my dignified sitting posture before he looked at me in the rearview mirror, "Thank you for your kindness, don't worry about me."

I smiled slightly, "Let's go home."

It is said that we are newlyweds, but in fact we have not registered for marriage, which is convenient for returning goods and changing wives in the future.I had no luggage, I was sitting in Wayne's car with all my clothes, and I just needed him to drive me home.

It's like picking up a chosen cat from the pet store.

No, the store will send a bag of transition food before picking up the cat.I don't even have a suit that fits me.

As the car drove towards the outskirts of the city, the surrounding high-rise buildings gradually dwindled all the way, turning into townhouses and bungalows.

I asked, "Shall we go back to Wayne Manor?"

In the rearview mirror, Wayne's eyes could be seen moving, "Otherwise, do you want to live with me in a detached villa?"

I pulled the muscles on my face and laughed, not letting him see my perfunctory, "I thought you would leave me somewhere that didn't involve your life."

He watched me through the rearview mirror, "That's not okay."

He smiled, although the smile was pretty, but I felt the same perfunctory as me, "I need a wife who shares the bed with me, not a mistress to pass the time."

You have already customized your wife, so there is no need for such romantic rhetoric.

I leaned back on the backrest, and the tether at the back of my waist was so tight that I couldn't breathe.

I don't want to do business, I don't want to talk, I just want to find a place to lay down and sleep.

Hope Wayne's bed is big enough, hope Wayne sleeps well enough not to squeeze me onto the rug.

Wayne Manor was large and empty, and there were only three people in the huge manor.In addition to Wayne, there is an old housekeeper and a child adopted by him.

Relying on the thick skin honed from years of training, I calmly finished the dinner prepared by the housekeeper.No one spoke during the dinner, everyone just divided the food quietly and put it in their mouths.

Occasionally, there was a voice or two speaking, and it was Wayne asking about things in his adopted son's school.

I finished eating at a very fast speed. It is the basic quality of a spy not to delay the task due to trivial matters.But since everyone was still on the table, in order not to appear obtrusive, I uncharacteristically took some more food and ate it slowly.

They were still talking, and I listened quietly, mostly because of some trifles that bothered the students.

The food cooked by the butler was delicious enough to be in the top [-] of the best food I have ever had in my life.Although I haven't tasted much delicious food, the most delicious food in my impression comes from the food stalls I visited in my previous life.

So far, I don't see anything in this family that deserves "mother's" attention.

In addition to the housekeeper, he is very suspicious because of his good cooking skills.To dig deeper, I don't miss a single dish of his, striving to unearth his secrets from the food.

They also used the housekeeper as a means of dealing with me.After the meal, the butler led me to the bedroom.

The bedroom is large and divided into a dressing room, bathroom, small study and the sleeping area that is actually used for sleeping.

We walked from the dressing room to the study room, and the butler introduced me as he walked, as if I were a primary school student visiting a museum.

"Your clothes are in the dressing room. I hope you like my aesthetics. There are toiletries in the bathroom, behind the mirror. The books in the study can be used at will, and you don't need to put them back. I will come here regularly to sort them out."

I sat on the sofa, picked out a book, and nodded to the housekeeper, "Thank you, I'll just sit here and read for a while."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring you tea, do you want pudding or soufflé for dessert?"

"The pudding will be fine, thank you."

I watched the butler gently close the door and leave, put down the book, and stood at the corner of the stairs.I can't be seen downstairs here, but I can listen to the corner here.

Wayne was arguing with his adopted son, and I listened for a while, and realized that I was the reason they were arguing.

The adopted son seems to be very dissatisfied with Wayne's behavior of buying and selling his wife, so that the intensity of the two people's quarrel seems to be fighting at any time.

Wayne must not be a good quarrel partner. Every word he said has no positive effect except to intensify the conflict and make the adopted son jump higher.

I listened to them rolling the wheels for a few minutes, and when I estimated that the time was about the same, I returned to the bedroom and flipped through a few pages of the book at will.

Not long after I sat down, the housekeeper came over with tea and snacks, "If you need anything, just call me, there are still a lot of housework waiting for me."

I was left alone in the bedroom, stuffing the books back into the bookcase, digging out a change of clothes and going to the bathroom.

The beautiful wives cultivated in the hands of "mothers" are just beautiful wives, created to meet the needs of those rich people, basically equal to the perfect paper wives in their dreams.

I don't know what kind of demands Wayne made to the "mother", so I can only play freely according to the spy's practice.

There were no medicines in the closet in the bathroom, and he didn't seem to be in the habit of taking health care products.Habits to toiletries and fabrics show nothing but luxury and comfort.

According to visual inspection and data deduced from the size of his clothes in the closet, Bruce Wayne's height and weight are 188cm and 95kg.

As a person who has the impression that his body depends entirely on fitness and protein powder, this value is a bit beyond the standard.All the more suspicious given his poor performance with repeated injuries in various extreme sports.

This beautiful scumbag who skis and falls into the snow every now and then can pin me to the ground by weight and height alone.

Wayne was sitting on the sofa in the den reading a book when I took a quick shower and left in my brand new nightgown.

His hair was wet on his forehead, especially with steam, he should have taken a shower in another room.

I decided to try my best to fulfill my wife's duty, "Do you need me to help dry your hair? If you don't dry your hair, you will get a headache the next day."

He glanced at me and hooked the corner of his lips, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Wayne's reputation is outstanding, why didn't other people see the perfunctory meaning in this man's smile?

The actors in toothpaste commercials all smile more sincerely than him.

I took out the hair dryer, stood behind him to test the temperature, and picked up his black hair and dried it carefully with warm air.

His hair is thin and soft, at least it feels good.

The task that "Mother" gave me was to sneak into the Wayne mansion to investigate, which direction to investigate and what secrets to investigate, and she didn't disclose it to me.I decided to start with the most basic physical data investigation. Such a strong physique of a waste bag is enough to attract attention.

As long as his pectoral muscles are more bulging, I suggest that he wear a bra to prevent sagging.

After Wayne's hair dries, it's time to turn off the lights and go to bed.He lay down on the bed and I turned off the light by the bed.

There was only hazy darkness in the bedroom, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and the sporadic lights of Bristol County could be seen in the distance. Along the faint light spots, the outlines of mountains and plains could be outlined.

I looked at it quietly for a while, not knowing what name should be given to the surging emotion in my heart.

Wayne called softly on the bed, "Lucille?"

I turned my back to the shadow of Yamahara.

There are no stars tonight.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt on his waist, the blond hair hanging from my cheeks somewhat blocking my view.

I push them behind my ears and see Wayne's black hair spread out on the pillow.

I picked a few with my fingers and wrapped them around my fingertips, with a little warmth on them.

Those blue eyes stared at me calmly, impassively, cruelly.

They are closer to a pair of beautiful glass beads than human eyes.

Pretty at least.

I run my hand down the contours of the muscle and, with a single stroke, tear the knot off his bathrobe.