Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I lay on my side on the bed, observing Wayne's expression.

Breathing slows, heartbeat steady.Just observing the expression is not in a waking state.

I poked his arm, but he didn't move.

Muscle tone drops and the body relaxes.Judging from the physical state, he is in a light sleep state.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Bristol County have long been extinguished, and only the outline of the mountains is faintly visible outside the window, like a dormant monster watching in the dark.

I turned over, pulled back the quilt he had snatched to cover me, faced the floor-to-ceiling window, and sent a message to "Mother"'s subordinates with a finger transmitter.

I call this a daily work summary, which is used to summarize the results of a day's work.

There is nothing worth reporting today. I used a seemingly rigorous and official language and superb graduation thesis writing skills to perfunctory a [-]-word essay, focusing on the fact that the Wayne family does not appear to be harmonious on the surface.

Mysterious butler, rebellious adopted son, and the most exclusive head of the family.This seemingly peaceful family is full of contradictions, and the wealthy family has deep grievances.

I have reason to speculate that Wayne's ordering a beautiful wife from the "mother" is actually to prevent the adopted son from seizing power when he becomes an adult.And his adopted son, Richard Grayson, showed great ambition to plot Wayne's family property at a young age.

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't plan to enter Wayne Manor with a knife for the time being, I'm afraid I would be hung on the wall by them tomorrow.

After finishing the meaningless work summary, I turned around.

Wayne's eyes were still closed, and everything about his body indicated that he was in a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes to reveal those piercing cobalt blue eyes, he was handsome and fierce.

When he closed his eyes, lacking the oppressive force brought by those eyes, the beauty inherited from his mother was revealed.

I saw a portrait of him and the Waynes in the hall as I entered the bedroom.He looks very similar to his parents.

I gently stroked his eyelashes, "Are you asleep?"

He didn't answer me.

I moved my fingers down to his lips and poked a few times, the texture was close to a dense and delicate cake.

I saw that he didn't move, even his breathing rate didn't change, so I boldly pinched his nose.

Wayne looked normal, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.He just tilted his head inadvertently, and opened his mouth slightly to breathe.

"Excellent sleep quality, you have to maintain it all the time." I let go of the evil hand, "You sleep well, so it is convenient for me to complete my daily work."

After I finished speaking, I didn't care whether he heard or not, I slowly retracted into the quilt.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time. If "Mother" is standing by my bed tomorrow morning, don't even try to wake me up.

Don't even think about it.

The Wayne family has a fine tradition.

It cannot be said that it is Wayne's family. It should be said that Wayne has a good habit.

When the housekeeper knocked on the bedroom door to wake us up, no one in the bedroom got up.Only Wayne hummed in a daze.

I barely opened half of my eyelids and saw him wriggling on the bed like a big caterpillar.

Understandable, after all he was quite busy last night.The life of the rich is really busy and fulfilling.

"Wait another five minutes." I heard him mutter.

This is just a man's sweet lie. After 5 minutes, it will be a new 5 minutes. After the new 5 minutes, he will pretend to be asleep, no matter how much you shout, you can't wake him up.

Thanks to him, I rarely slept until I woke up naturally.The butler, Alfred, has prepared lunch for me.

Adopted son Dick spent the whole day at school today, Wayne didn't get up, and the housekeeper didn't know when he had lunch.There is only one person at the table.

In fact, the butler can remember to prepare my portion, I am thankful.

Stuffing yourself with pots and pans and raw meat and vegetables is not taught in our espionage courses.If there is no Mr. Steward, I can only eat raw cucumbers and raw tomatoes for this meal.

The old man seemed to have a bit of superfluous kindness. He watched me eat everything on the table, and said cheerfully as if he was praising a child, "It's a good habit to not be picky eaters, you should continue to maintain it."

Embarrassed, I wiped my mouth with a napkin, pushed the plate aside, and pretended that the whole table hadn't gone into my stomach, "Where's Mr. Wayne, isn't he coming down for lunch?"

"He doesn't need lunch." The butler raised his eyebrows.

On the escalator behind him, a sleepy Wayne was coming down yawning, "What did you say, Fu?"

"Some truth."

I stare thoughtfully at the plush slippers on Wayne's feet.They were slightly different from the pair he wore into the bedroom last night.

I wore those slippers to the bathroom when I got out of bed to wash last night, and the whole pair of slippers got wet.Even if you blow dry now, the fluff should look like wisps.

In other words, the secret is hidden in this home, very close to me.

Excluding the public area that is open to guests, I guess it should be a hidden and private room.For example, a study room, an attic, or a guest bedroom where a butler will never take guests there.

I met his scrutinizing eyes, I smiled, bit the spoon and looked away first.

The man's eyes never let me go, he stared at me like a hunter hidden behind a bush staring at a lone deer.

Wayne sat down at the table. He didn't choose the main seat where the head of the house should sit, but sat directly opposite me.

The butler brought him the prepared meal and exited the dining area.This is the clarion call that the war is about to begin.

I am in it, and I have no right to escape.

"Ah Fu's dessert is great, do you want to try it?"

Wayne pushed the pumpkin tart in front of me, and raised his mouth at me.

Perfunctory, insincere.

Two adults talking, the best scene is at the dining table, followed by the bar, no matter how bad it is, you have to hold a light cigarette that you don't smoke very much.

They need something to distract a small group of people so that the conversation doesn't seem awkward.

Everyone who does this is more cunning than jackals. They use those little things to make their prey relax their vigilance and get what they want better.

I am his prey, and he is mine.

We know that who gets caught first depends on who shows up first in this matchup.

I scraped the pumpkin tart into little bits by the spoonful.Wayne spoke first, "Your taste seems to be on the sweet side, is this a habit of your family?"

He made a bad move, I raised my eyes and put the egg tart into my mouth, "I have no family, I am an orphan."

I caught him blinking quickly, "Sorry," Wayne shrugged, "Your last name is very interesting, Gotham also has a Crane family."

"I've never heard of it. It shouldn't be the family that is active in Gotham right now?" I shook my head indifferently. "Even if I have a blood relationship with this family, I don't have any relatives alive now."

Using the cover under the table, I hooked his ankles with my toes, "Isn't the only person I can rely on in this world right in front of me?"

He looked at me strangely, and after a while he smiled sincerely, "Has anyone ever said that your acting skills are not very good?"

No, you're the first, and you're disrespecting me, Wayne.

"Your expression looks..." he described to me, "as if it's a beautiful day and we should go out and fly a kite."

I'm mad, really.

You can question my beauty, but not my professionalism.

No, beauty cannot be questioned either.

I sharply criticized, "There is a culture in Japan called implicit beauty. A qualified husband should be able to understand the meaning of the true beauty of the moonlight."

"Have you ever thought about a possibility," he hooked my ankle with his ankle in turn, rubbed it ambiguously, and then retracted it, as if the master was a gentleman, "that is, we can have a straight relationship between us." Whiter."

"For example, why did you choose me?" I pretended to be surprised, "Sorry, was I being too blunt? What I want to say is that there is no rumor that Baby Bruce is missing a girlfriend."

The ease on his face has not changed, and it is difficult to measure the depth, "Maybe I am waiting for someone who is in tune with me, and none of them meet the conditions."

Do you dare to put this on your public social media?

"You trust her aesthetics." I ate the last bite of the egg tart. "Don't tell me she gave you a booklet for you to choose your favorite guest."

"Sometimes fate is more interesting."

Did he download a copy of "The Encyclopedia of Love Talks" in his head, or is it the kind that is more than ten years out of date?

I'm a little fidgety and not really up for old-fashioned flirtatious quotes from older men.

I simply picked an entry point, "Why do you think I will be related to Crane just because of the same last name?"

"It's just a sudden whim." He asked back, "Are you all orphans?"

"Only orphans are taken in by their mothers."

In the same way, the vast majority of people under the mother's command are orphans, and even if they are not orphans, they will become orphans.

"Sounds like hard work."

"No one in this world has an easy life." I put away the plate and got up, refusing to say more.

He didn't stop me, just asked, "How does the pumpkin tart taste?"

"Not bad." I recalled, "But it's too bland for my taste."

Before leaving, I asked casually, "Is there any recommended place to pass the time?"

"The audio-visual room on the second floor has a lot of discs to choose from. You can also use the big screen to play games."

"I heard that the study in Wayne Manor is worth visiting?"

He smiled inexplicably, "We also have a small study in our bedroom, but if you want, you can also go to the study and pick a few books you like."

It is really difficult to talk to him. Why is there no machine in this world that can translate riddles into human words?

"Mr. Wayne," I waited for him to look at me before raising my chin and motioning him to look at my slippers, "You're wearing the wrong shoes."

Wayne smiled, and when he smiled he was always charming, but I always saw danger in it.

He is not an easy opponent, but he may not be a good partner either, this matter still needs to be considered.

"I know," he said.

"That's good." I nodded, "I hope you don't wear the wrong clothes tonight."

I will try my best to write more than a hundred words about the love and hatred of the Wayne family.

There is no sense of revenge in it.