Wen announced loudly: "Just talk! I'm not afraid of talking!"

After saying the bold words, she fell asleep.

Naturally, Bruce could not have known that Damian had been driving his Batmobile to Gotham all night. This incident had spread throughout the family with Damian's earth-shaking phone calls. It was estimated that everyone who received the call had recorded the sound solemnly and hid the recording file in a place where it would never be easily found-

Obviously, this incident will become a lifelong stain for Damian, and jokes related to this incident will be brought up inadvertently at any festival or any family gathering, and then it will cause laughter.

Damian is still too naive in this regard. He has never experienced the atmosphere of a normal family and does not know that ridicule each other's embarrassing things is a must-have item.

Bruce did not receive a call from Damian, but it did not prevent him from feeling happy in this matter: he found the recording from where Dick, Jason, Tim and Alfred hid the files, listened with relish and did not say anything, and he used these calls to pass the time along the way back to Gotham.

Damian was still too naive indeed.

The private jet skipped through the sky covered by thick fog in Gotham, and the sun shone slanted at the window. The light gold color dyed the gray-black clouds weird and gorgeous, like a scene in a cult movie.

When he walked into the main house, Connor was leaning on the sofa and doing nothing to browse the mobile game record list.

"Connor." Bruce stopped and said.

He tried to reveal his surprise that Connor was still here and did not leave, but Connor simply shrugged and smiled lazily.

"It's not easy to make me believe that you didn't install surveillance equipment in the lobby." He said with a little teasing, "Of course, I absolutely believe that you only installed surveillance equipment in the lobby."

Bruce stared at his face silently, as if trying to find Connor's flaw: "Long time no see."

"You were wearing uniforms when we met last time. I wasn't Connor, but Superboy. I actually like this nickname, although it sounds too much like Superman-you know, like Robin feels like Batman's assistant when he hears, and Superboy feels like Superman's assistant when he hears."

"We all know that Superman is the Mavericks." Bruce said calmly, "Superman and Wonder Woman are both the Little Ones. They don't like to work with people, and they are not used to working with people."

"The Bat Family is a truly inseparable group of cooperation." Connor sighed, "This is why I am very nervous about seeing you. You cooperate very closely, and your relationship is more intimate than outsiders, so you can be confident in interfering in things that should not be interfered with...such as feelings."

Bruce sat down on the sofa opposite Connor.

His original plan was to go to the Bat Cave to check the extent of the garage being cracked, and then consider how to deal with this matter correctly.

It was not Damian who gave him a headache, but Wen.

Damian's punishment is easy to think of. Confinement, plus a little forced social task, is enough for the little guy to suffer for a long time. But how should Wen punish her? No, punishing her is not a priority, because Wen still has a bigger problem waiting for him to solve.

Make her realize that she is wrong in doing so.

Bruce thought he was smart, but he still got his brainstormed.

"I didn't interfere with her feelings." Bruce smiled and shook his head. "I won't interfere with Wen's love life, unless this relationship is actually of no benefit to her."

Isn’t this just the meaning of “interference”? Connor whispered in his heart and resisted the ridicule and sarcasm for this sentence.

What made him care more about was the meaning behind Bruce's words.

"You mean it's good for her to be with me?" He looked at Bruce suspiciously. "Are you still the Bruce Wayne I know, the one who has a secret identity and becomes Batman at night?"

“I’m really the Bruce Wayne you know,” said Bruce. “And you’re really the Connor Kent I know.”

Connor played with his cell phone, pressing a finger against a corner of the cell phone, turning it like a basketball.

He thought for a few seconds and stood up and asked, "Coffee?"

"Just like white water." Bruce said lightly, "You can stay here with Wen. I don't have much opinion on this, and I don't think Tim will have any opinion."

"Damian doesn't like me very much," Connor said, and after saying this, he laughed himself, "But Damian is the stinky face that no one looks down on, so what if he doesn't care."

He went to make coffee for himself, and when he returned to the living room, he also brought a glass of water to Bruce.

Wen had a good night's sleep.

It seemed that she had some dreams, but the specific content of the dream was not very clear. Unlike the dreams in the past, she failed to remember any details, and when she thought about it carefully, there seemed to be no clear plot.

After opening her eyes, she lay on the bed and continued to daze, trying to pick out the specific content of the dream from a corner of her mind.

Unfortunately, hard work never means success.

Wen's mind hurt so much that she still couldn't recall the dream she had last night.

Forget it, just like that. She gave up. Anyway, every time she dreamed, nothing good happened in the dream. Just seeing Wendy and Wendy's family performing in different ways "the words are hard to open in their hearts", "We all love you, but we just have secrets that we can't tell you", "I know you have secrets, I just hold back and don't force me to ask"...

These contents are more than enough to make ten seasons of TV series.

What made Wen finally decide to get up was that she was a little hungry and a very fragrant smell floated up from downstairs.

Where is Connor? Where has he gone? Doesn’t he sleep?

Wen kicked the quilt and jumped into her furry slippers. She jumped a little erratic, but she stood firm with her excellent balance.

"Connor?" she shouted, "Where are you?"

She looked at the sheets that were sleeping in a messy and wrinkled manner, thinking that if Connor and Alfred were not there... no one would fold the quilt and no one would tidy up the sheets.

Originally, Wen didn't care about these details of life. He had to sleep on the bed every day. He had to tidy up this morning and would still slept when he woke up tomorrow morning. The same is true for the quilt. He folded it in the morning and still had to spread it out at night. Why do you have to do something extravagant?

But when I was with Connor, Connor would always organize it; when he returned to Gotham, Alfred would not only organize it, but also put some extra blankets, small ornaments or flowers on the bed to decorate it.

Gradually, she got used to seeing a neat and beautiful bed like a brand new one every night before going to bed.

Now Connor is not there, Alfred is not there. Wen stared at the sheets worriedly for a while, and finally lifted the quilt into a ball to cover the pillow, and then pulled the sheets at hand perfunctorily and slapped them randomly.

She glanced at the bed again. Although the quilt was not very round and the sheets were pulled apart, she looked at it and it looked quite a bit like it.

So Wen nodded happily and said to himself: "That's it."

She was very satisfied that she had done the housework. Although she was not very perfect, compared to not doing it at all in the past, this imperfection has achieved a qualitative leap.

Where Connor is the question of the focus of Wen's attention again.

The fragrance downstairs became more and more intense, and it might be because she had already woken up completely, so she could clearly smell the intermittent fragrance.

What exactly are you doing, so delicious?

The area of ​​Wayne's main house is very, very large, and it is not inconsistent to say it is a castle. It takes ten minutes to walk from the bedroom upstairs to the kitchen downstairs. Wen thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out what was so fragrant. She could smell it in her room.

The puzzle was answered after she walked out of the bedroom. The fragrance was not transmitted from the kitchen at all, but from Bruce's study.

Bruce is back!

That's why Connor ran away?

Not so, why is Connor so afraid of Bruce...Wen really wants to break his head but can't figure out why Connor is afraid of Bruce.

Although fathers generally have a bad attitude towards their daughter's boyfriend, don't they know that their youngest daughter will one day become another man's wife? I don't know that it's unreasonable. Bruce doesn't seem to be someone who doesn't know.

Since this is a fact that will happen, based on Win's understanding of Bruce, Bruce will quickly skip the sensory reaction and adjust himself to the rational channel.

He would not be entangled in the mixed feelings of "my daughter will be handed to another man by me". The more this happens, the calmer Bruce will be, so his reaction will probably be...

Wen thought for a while outside Bruce's room door, but still failed to figure out what Bruce's reaction would be.

Fortunately, Wen knew what measures did Bruce take to Wendy's love in another world. Dick and Wendy were together, but Bruce was secretly broken up by him; Halle and Wendy were together, but Bruce was clearly broken up by him.

With Connor, Bruce's choice of action seemed to be...stand still?

Is this the inspection period or something?

Damn, it's so brain-consuming to study Bruce's ideas, and it's enough to think of this level.

Wen gave up thinking and knocked on Bruce's door: "Dad? What are you eating? I want to eat too!"

The door is open.

Bruce's face showed up and said with a smile: "Thank you for welcome me home, dear Wen."

Wen Daidai: "..."

Wen said: "You are so old. Don't be like a child. You will be welcomed when you go home."

Bruce was so angry that he laughed: "You are not a child anymore. Why are you still like a child? When you smell it, you knock on the door and say 'I want to eat too'."

"I'm certainly a child compared to you." Wen lay at the door and looked at the things inside, "What are you eating? I want to eat too. I'm awakened from hunger. What time is it now?"

"At 4:00 pm, you slept until now, which really makes me wonder what you did last night."

"I didn't do anything, so I played online games for a while, drank some wine, ate cheese and biscuits." Wen said, trying hard to get into the room through the gap beside Bruce, "Is Alfred back, so you have something delicious?"

Bruce firmly pressed his hands against Wen's forehead and nailed Wen to the spot.

"Alfred is with Tim, they will not be back in a day," said Bruce slowly, "As for what I'm eating-"

"Roasted beef with cheese," Connor said.

He walked over from the study and stopped behind Bruce. Wen stopped trying to squeeze into the gap beside Bruce. She raised her face and looked blankly at Connor who was smiling at her.

What's going on? She thought Connor ran away early because Bruce came back. Didn't it be?

Why did these two suddenly have a good relationship?

The most important thing is... Wen angrily hammered Bruce in the chest: "You two are carrying me to eat delicious food?! Is this too exaggerated, right?"

Connor poked a hand from behind Bruce and handed a small piece of beef to Wen's mouth. Wen's movements were over, and he didn't think about whether to continue hammering or just stop like this.

She stuttered and ate the beef, and Bruce said lightly: "This is what I made with Connor."

Wen blurted out: "You can cook!"

She chewed a few more times and found that Bruce not only knows how to cook, but also does a good job.
Chapter completed!