[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

When Bruce Wayne jumped off the helicopter, Ah Fu in the headset was still dutifully mocking him: "Set a small goal, sir, to try to send him home tonight?"

He knew that his performance some time ago made both the old housekeeper and the restless bird have little hope for him.

But they really underestimated Batman's narrow-mindedness—at the beginning, when other balls eat lemons, they are sour and sweet, but Batballs eat lemons, which are spicy and heartburning.

His little boy is now having a hot fight with the new wild man, touching his chest muscles and spanking his buttocks. Those broken and warm news diaries are officially a thing of the past. Presumably, the big black bat that once lived and died together will also be in the near future. Fade out of life?Bruce thought it was good, really good. Fuck I am fine.

After all, it was he himself who chose not to reply to messages or to meet each other. Logically speaking, he has no right to ask the little boy for anything.But whether it is Batman or Master Bruce, just looking at his behavior in Gotham, he is actually a very domineering person. To use Ah Fu's complaints to describe it, that is "You don't allow yourself to be the man next to him, But you don't allow other people to be the man by his side, poor little Qiao wants to die alone?"

OKIn order not to let poor Joe really die alone, so he is here today.A big bat who is a bit angry and irrational, wearing the skin of a passionate Brucey baby, with his indomitable plan, but secretly betting everything on himself.

Ah Fu: "Can you hear me, sir? It's an agreement, don't back down, take him home tonight?"

Bruce smiled, a little cold: "I'm here, does he still want to go home tonight?"

After finishing speaking, he took off the earphones, threw them on the helicopter with a snap, and strided towards the venue with two supermodels of the fighting nation on one left and one on the right.

Ah Fu silently put away the communicator, picked up his mop and bucket, and walked to the master bedroom.

***

Joward was following Peter to find something to eat.There were many students in the celebration, and the organizer thoughtfully set up a long table with desserts and ice cream on it for the children to help themselves.

There were loud screams and footsteps from behind, and occasional clicks of cameras.The man surrounded by groups took out a controller, lightly pressed it, and there was no more camera sound at the scene.

The man's deep voice came from a distance: "I think the organizers have their own considerations for prohibiting taking pictures, ladies and gentlemen?"

Joward tilted his head to look.The handsome man with black hair and blue eyes in the middle of the crowd was so famous that he couldn't have known him—Gotham's richest man and evil capitalist Bruce Wayne.The faint blue eyes are like a lake full of stars, and they carelessly glance at everyone's eyes. When it's Joe Ward's turn, I don't know if it's an illusion, but Joe Ward always feels that the man is slightly stunned.

But it's only a matter of half a second.Gotham Prince's gaze circled numbly, but didn't stay on anyone, and looked away again.

Peter whispered to him: "Wow, our schoolmates are guessing who is richer, he or Mr. Stark."

Joward quietly bit back: "It must be Uncle Tony."

Compared with the richest man in Gotham, he was more interested in the ice cream on the table, and turned around to scoop up ice cream balls to eat, leaving only a silhouette for the man.

He didn't look back, so he didn't see it; while Bruce Wayne was talking to someone with his head tilted, his gaze slowly moved down his lower back, hitting his buttocks that were a little sensual outlined by the abstinent black trousers. Make a circle, and then follow the line of the little doctor's leg, all the way to the heel.

Someone next to him spoke to him in good faith. Joe Ward looked a little embarrassed, but he still responded with a gentle smile.

The corners of the slightly drooping eyes are lazy and charming.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Gotham Prince Youlan's eyes are still on fire: he loves to watch others, and the big bat whose possessiveness has been severely challenged is even more angry, and he can't be coaxed well by kissing kind of.

Tony witnessed this shameless Eye*** as soon as he arrived, which made his forehead twitch.

He threw the sunglasses away, and the two brothers put their arms around Bruce's shoulders, and said with a fake smile: "Hey! Look who this is!"

The richest duo suddenly appeared on the scene, the crowd fell silent, and the screams almost broke the roof!

Just kidding, these two men who are worth more than [-] million people usually don't see each other, what a rare opportunity to see them in the same frame!

The reporters at the scene hurriedly took out their cameras, only to find out that their cameras had already been disabled by Bruce, and they couldn't even take sneak shots.

Tony smiled and Bruce laughed too, with a small hook on the corner of his lips when he smiled, which was very elegant.He gently pushed behind the supermodels around him with both hands, and the top Russian supermodel Qiao Xiaoqianxi locked Tony's arm firmly, one left and one right.

Tony: ? ? ?

What the hell!

He was thinking just now that since the bats are here to catch people, why did they bring two beautiful and powerful supermodels;

...It turned out to be to lock him up!

Bruce said softly, "You like the type, don't you? They're going to be yours all night tonight. Why can't my charm keep them?"

Tony gritted his teeth and raised his glass with a smile. Both of his arms were held by the iron-like hands of Miss Fighting Nation. To raise a glass was a heavy weight: "Oh, Bruce—we've known each other for more than a year or two, you Knowing that Tony Stark can do anything but take away what people love."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "No, it's just a small adult beauty. Don't be too grateful to me, I just need to 'repay' once."

There was something in his words, Tony didn't know what the sudden stimulation of this boring bat was, but it seemed that he would not let it go tonight!

Thinking about it, Tony struggled to glance in Qiao Bao's direction.I don't know if the spider sensor (?) worked. After Peter ate the small dessert in his hand, he took Joe Ward, who was still eating ice cream, to the venue on the second floor.

... cub!You are so reliable, pup!

That is, when holding hands with boys, it is best not to interlock your fingers!Otherwise, you will be misunderstood!

Tony: "..."

Wait, pup? ? ?

Bruce's eyes paused for a moment on the hands of the two, and there was a little bit of surprise in his eyes, just like Tony's.But he didn't follow. Instead, he wandered around the venue while welcoming the worship of the people of New York.

He held ginger juice disguised as champagne in his hand, and from time to time he politely pushed away the beauties (or a few strong men) who offered to throw themselves into his arms.When he spotted Clark Kent, a hard-working little reporter, Bruce raised his eyebrows, and his first reaction was to look around to see if he brought Jerry, the little guy.

No.

well.

The celebration time is very long, and the early stage is mainly for free visits. When the seven o'clock buffet time is reached, the leaders from all walks of life will take turns to give speeches, and the entrepreneurs will also focus on showing the company's proud works to the guests.

Before that, Bruce kept his composure and patrolled the entire venue.Apart from Clark, Tony, and Peter, he didn't notice anyone else in the noisy group chat.

At seven o'clock, the venue lights were dimmed, and the spotlight shone on the stage.The crowd gathered around the large stage, excitedly waiting for the entrepreneurs who will take turns to present on stage.

Bruce Wayne walked in the opposite direction and stopped by the corner of the dining table where no one noticed.

He looked at his watch and waited patiently.

At 7:15, there will be a talk on neurochemical fusion.

If he remembered correctly, this should be the subject that Peter Parker is secretly studying this semester.

Joe Ward was standing with Peter in the crowd, holding a blueberry juice.He is not as expert as Peter in terms of hard technology. If it is a speech on behavioral psychology, he may still be able to understand something.

But he was not in a hurry, anyway, like many people, he just came to join in the fun.

"Hi, handsome boy."

Suddenly, a business card was handed over.

Joward looked at the strange woman standing next to him in a daze, and then looked down at the business card in his hand, um... the agent of the film and television company?

The woman obviously regarded him as a fledgling student. After handing over her business card, she kept talking about the Hollywood dream and enthusiastically wanted to sign him into the company.Joe Ward looked back at Peter, who was fully focused on the neurochemical fusion speech on the stage, and the dog's eyes were shining.

Joe Ward declined in a low voice: "I'm sorry, ma'am, there is no plan for this."

As he spoke, he tried to move his position in the crowd; but the woman was a little pestering.He had to dodge awkwardly while looking around the venue, retreating to the most deserted long table.

Bruce Wayne leaned casually on one side of the table, waiting patiently.

Standing in the dark, he watched the little doctor shake his head in refusal, while dodging and retreating, and adjusted his position several times with ease.

Finally he opened his hand and let his little boy crash into his arms without fail.

Joward: "?!"

The juice in his hand spilled over him and the other gentleman.

Joward: "Sorry...!"

He hurriedly put down the glass, took a tissue to wipe the juice on the other party's suit and windbreaker.

The more you smear him, the more uncertain you will be:

Uh... this material... He seems to have touched it secretly in a dress shop...

... Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars...?

At the same time, he heard a man's voice above his head, speaking towards the scout who was chasing after him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Very soft bass, but it sounds like a familiar sense of oppression.

"The boy is mine."

The author has something to say: #actually 7 people in a team opened 8 groups

#Chat records in the group "Dry tm Zhenglian"

(Holded by the fighting nation) Tony: I won't

(20 minutes of silence)

Tony: Easy dog ​​leash!

(20 minutes of silence)

Tony: ...it's okay, my dog ​​has a little spider with me

Peter: quack quack's speech is amazing, what about jojo qaq? !

Tony:  …

Captain America: ...?

Tony: Cap!Oh never mind Cap can't beat that old Batman...God give us a Natasha!

Cough, if the second watch is too late, I will set it to 8:[-] tomorrow morning...