[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Brody was taken aback for a moment, and then really thought about the suggestion Clark had made. He leaned on the guardrail, leaned on his elbows, and tilted his head to think seriously.Because he was too focused, he didn't notice that Clark moved his feet, and used his body to separate the flow of people from Brody, preventing pedestrians from accidentally bumping into Brody.

"you're right."

Brody clenched his right hand and patted his left palm, his eyes sparkled: "This idea is great!" He smiled, stretched out his clenched right hand towards Clark, tilted his head and blinked, Clark didn't know how, like As if understanding, he also raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.

The two fists collided lightly in mid-air.

Brody withdrew his hand, because Clark's tacit cooperation without words made him smile even brighter. He felt that he had a good eye for making friends.Clark looked down at the smile on his face, and slightly hooked his lower lip.

But then Brody was caught in the tangle of what kind of gift to make.

I heard that there is such a thing as a handmade watch, but regardless of the fineness of its craftsmanship, the time it takes to start in years is enough to discourage Brody. It is impossible for him to say to his brother, "Hey, Brucey, I personally made your birthday present this year, and it may take more than ten years to give it to you. Is it something like this?

tie?Brody frowned, feeling dissatisfied.

He frowned as he thought about it, his eyes glanced casually over the pedestrians, and then he fixed his eyes, and his body that was leaning against the guardrail straightened up, "I've made up my mind!"

"what?"

"You will know later," Brody coughed, and he said a little embarrassedly, "I need your help later, Clark, I need you to help me cover it up, so that Bruce won't guess that I'm preparing him one's gift."

Clark smiled, "Okay."

Brody: "I knew you were the best, Clark." He put his hand around Clark's neck, and lightly hammered his shoulder with his other hand, if you don't look at his quietly padded toes, and Clark In order to match his slightly bent waist, it looks really imposing.

"You're my best friend! The best kind!"

Brody secretly decided not to care about his good friend who was a head taller than him. Anyway, he was 1.8 meters tall. It can only be said that Clark is too tall, and it is definitely not the reason why he is short.

After Brody returned to Gotham, Alfred was cooking lunch in the kitchen. When he saw Brody running to the door, he also noticed the happy expression on his face, "It seems that you have a good time Very enjoyable, sir."

"Yes," Brody nodded. He stood at the door, looked at the food that was being cooked, and then looked back at the food that had been placed on the table. Finally, he decided not to disturb Ah Fu, turned around and ran to At the dining table, I poked a piece of food with a fork, ate it in one gulp, and said vaguely, "Did he go out?"

By this he was referring to Bruce.

"Beautiful ladies, good wine and banquets, they are all waiting for the master," Alfred's voice came from the kitchen, "I don't think he will come back tonight."

"That's a pity, he missed the dinner that you cooked yourself, Alfred." Brody's cheeks were bulging, like a fluffy hamster, and the old housekeeper who came out with a plate was amused by his appearance .

After hearing Ah Fu's laughter, Brody turned his head and looked at him in a daze, completely unaware that he had become the old butler's pistachio.

"Afu, what are you laughing at?"

"Just thought of something interesting."

"Okay," Brody blinked. He smelled the smell of new food, so he didn't hesitate to start with the new food brought out by Ah Fu. While eating, he didn't forget to say, "Although Bruce Missed your dinner, Fu, but it's okay—"

He shrugged his shoulders and said briskly: "I can guarantee that if Brucey drinks another night of wine, he will definitely not miss the 'Brucey's Customized Hangover Soup'."

On the other side, a banquet is going on in a certain magnificent hotel.

The man was wearing a suit, his hair was wiped back and fixed with hairspray, revealing a handsome face, with one hand casually resting on the back of the chair next to him, embracing the beautiful young model, while the other hand was holding a glass of wine gently waving He said, occasionally took a sip, then turned his head and smiled at his female companion, Yan Yan, as if he didn't notice the vague gazes focused on him at all.

"Bruce, I heard that your birthday party is coming soon?" one of them asked.

Bruce, who was joking with his girlfriend, turned his head, with a casual smile on his face, "Yes, it is indeed coming soon."

"Haha, then I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure those beautiful female stars and models will dazzle me."

Bruce raised his brows slightly and didn't say anything. Others chatted about his birthday party, but suddenly someone said: "Why don't you talk about Bruce's brother? I heard that his name is Brody. Does anyone know how old he is? What's it like?"

Obviously the beautiful music was flowing in the air, and even the movement of those people talking in a low voice could be felt around, but the moment this person spoke, the atmosphere seemed to be quiet for a moment.

In the next second, the atmosphere seemed to become more natural again.

Some people are laughing and wanting to muddle through, and even complain in their hearts that this person doesn't know how to wink. Which rich family is willing to have an extra younger brother to compete with him for the family fortune? With Bruce Wayne, the current major shareholder of Wayne Group Is it okay, I have to bring up such a boring topic.

But this person didn't know whether it was because his EQ was low or on purpose, he still talked about Brody, "I've never seen him in newspaper news before, if it's just an ordinary person, it's fine, he's Bruce Brother, I'm Bruce's friend, so of course I'm curious."

friend?

Bruce laughed lowly, he raised the wine glass in his hand, and motioned to this person, "What do you want to know?" The ending was elongated lazily by him, and the magnetic low voice made the female companion beside him blush, Can't help leaning against him.

"Is he as handsome as you?" The man laughed after asking, probably because he thought he was being very humorous.

Bruce: "Pretty handsome."

"I think he must be as good as you, but I think you have to pay attention, Bruce," the man said with a sincere 'I'm all for your own good' expression, completely oblivious to the mentally retarded eyes of the people around him , "If he wants to enter Wayne Enterprises and compete with you, maybe you will suffer."

"What you said makes sense," Bruce showed a thoughtful expression, and when there was that smug smile on the man's face, thinking that he had done Bruce a big favor, he said again, "But Brody and I My relationship is very good, so don't worry, I don't think there will be problems like yours between us, I won't be pushed out of the company by my brother, and I won't just have a poor media company that is about to go bankrupt."

The smile on the man's face froze. He looked at the sincere smile on Bruce's face and wanted to overturn the chair, but in the end he could only blushed and pretended he didn't hear anything.

The others laughed lightly, as if they were simply amused by Bruce's words, but they didn't believe Bruce's words of 'very good relationship', no matter how good any brother is in the face of such shocking wealth Emotions will be bloody.

Bruce took a sip of champagne, chuckled lightly, and then lowered his head to speak ambiguously to his female companion in his arms.

After the banquet was over, Bruce came out smelling of alcohol, hugging left and right, and got into his car. When the woman in his arms was acting like a baby to him, he leaned back in his chair and slowly took out a bag from his wallet. cards.

"You've always only coaxed us with money, Bruce." The woman smiled coquettishly, she was clearly complaining, but she didn't pause for a moment when she picked up the card in her hand.

Bruce tugged on his tie and undid the top button, not caring even if his chest was exposed, "I thought you'd all like to pick out gifts yourself."

The woman leaned against him, exhaling like blue, "But it will never be better than what you gave yourself."

Bruce looked down at the woman lying on him, his eyes moved slightly, and he said in a low voice, "His hands?"

"Of course, if you hand-picked a gift for me when my birthday comes, I think I'll be crazy." Means she can hang this man for months.

Bruce showed a thoughtful expression, but it's a pity that until they had a wonderful night, this beautiful female star didn't wait for Bruce to ask him when is your birthday.

When he woke up at noon, he was alone in the hotel room. Bruce only thought about the female companion for a few seconds, and he was quickly forgotten, and he went to the bathroom slowly. .

So far, no woman has been brought back to Wayne Manor by Bruce to spend the night. No matter how coquettish they are, in short, as long as Bruce thinks that it is the home of him, Brody and Alfred, he feels like bringing them home It's kind of weird.

Maybe in the future he has someone he really loves, and he will take her home to meet his family members, but at least for now, most of these are just one-night stands, and people who don't have deep feelings and are more about money can't do it.

When Bruce returned to the manor, the smell of alcohol on his body was almost gone, but there was no Brody in the living room except for Alfred standing in the garden with garden scissors trimming the branches and leaves.

This time is not long after lunch. According to the usual pattern, Brody should rest in the living room for a while, reading magazines or TV programs.

Bruce thought for a while, turned around and walked outside, came to the garden, and offered to help Alfred with these things.

While shoveling the soil with a garden shovel, he said casually, "Did he go out?"

"The young master also asked the same question when he came back yesterday." Ah Fu cut off a branch that came out, stretched out his hand and fiddled with it, and his tone was very casual, "My answer is the same as back then."

"Yes, the young master has gone out."

Bruce stopped shoveling the soil, rested for a while, and then asked casually:

"Do you think anyone would like food made by others? Like cakes?",