Wen sobbed and raised his face to look at her.

It was the girl she saw in the mirror of the dance studio. Her long black hair was pulled back and her slender neck was exposed. She had a peaceful smile on her face and her lips were like buds that had lost their color.

This pale beauty is unsettling, especially on the skin of her arms, where light blue blood vessels can be faintly seen.

This is a girl whose appearance will make people think of words such as "upper class" and "lady".

This is Wendy.

Even though she had an impatient look on her face, she still looked so proud and noble, and Wen looked at her twitchingly, and then at the door of the master bedroom.

She said: "Wha, what the hell?"

Wendy: "..." So stupid.

She looked at Wen with a look of hatred and helplessness, and this hatred and helplessness seemed to be mixed with a strange tenderness.

"You are so useless." She said, stretching out her finger to tap the tip of Wen's nose, "I am so resolute, why are you such a useless salted fish?"

Wen sobbed and replied: "We, we are complementary - didn't you also say that? So, I am not good at all the things you are good at. Is it any wonder?"

After a pause, Wen said in surprise: "I can, I can see you? Why? You, do you really exist?"

"I'm in your head," Wendy said.

She crossed her arms and sat down on the sofa. Wen clearly saw the dent that appeared on the sofa.

Wen said: "You are telling the wrong story. I am the one who time-traveled, the time-traveler, and I am the one who came later. It should be said that I am in your head."

"It means the same thing."

"It's different," Wen said slowly, "You can, you can kick me out."

Wendy showed an annoyed expression: "You guy! Do you think I haven't tried it? I've tried it many times, but every time I drive you away, within a few days, you push the door open from another bedroom and come out."

No matter what she tried, this hateful guy would wake up again and appear in her sight with a super innocent look.

Wen suddenly realized: "It turns out that is really my room. Why don't I remember? Forget it, then——"

"——It's not important." Wendy said, "You are a person who is very good at making excuses for yourself. Wen, your life is too confusing. I hate you."

Wen thought for a moment: "I'm not surprised. I really like you, so I guessed that you hate me. Although you kicked me out several times, I don't remember it. I, I

I forgive you."

Wendy sneered.

Wen had no choice but to say: "What are you going to do? If you want to use your body, you don't need my permission. My control is under your control."

In other words, Wendy could ignore her will and become the dominant one at any time, but Wendy did nothing except sleep in the back of her mind. It was almost the end of the day today, so she came out and wandered around for a while.

Wendy didn't answer, but stood up and looked at the sky.

"It's getting dark," she said arrogantly, "I'm leaving."

She tiptoed into the master bedroom and closed the bedroom door forcefully.

Wen couldn't see through Wendy's thoughts: "...What are you doing?"

But it was indeed late, and she was too lazy to think about why Wendy suddenly ran out and disappeared again. She went to the bathroom to wash up, put on her pajamas, and lay down on the bed comfortably.

She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to take hold.

temperature:"……"

She opened her eyes, got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the dim light, Wen waited anxiously for her violent heartbeat to gradually calm down, but the noise in her blood vessels was still obvious. She jumped out of bed with her quilt wrapped around her head and turned on the light above her head. When she turned around, she saw Wendy proudly

s face.

"Sleep phobia." She said maliciously.

temperature:"……"

She repeated the word with glazed eyes: "...sleep phobia."

Is there such a phobia against humanity in this world? Why no one suffers from sun phobia...etc.

Damn, there really is.

Wen was depressed. She returned to bed holding the quilt and asked Wendy pitifully: "How did you solve it before?"

"I won't solve it." Wendy said calmly.

Wen couldn't believe it: "Won't you die suddenly if you stay awake all this time?"

Wendy said: "You can tell by looking at me, no. Anyway, I won't. But my body will become very weak, and various strange complications will occur."

She stared straight at Wen when she said the word "complications."

Wen shyly turned his head away and whispered: "So what you are doing with so many people...is it also because you can't sleep?"

"No," Wendy replied, "I'm just carefree and irresponsible."

Wen Zizi understood her in the opposite direction and comforted her: "It's okay, I'm not as good as you said."

However, Wendy, who was completely ungrateful, disappeared from Wen's sight, leaving only Wen holding the quilt, facing the long night alone.

...Wendy was right. Wen didn't feel sleepy at all. Maybe she had always been sleepy, so she was used to it. She stared blankly for a long time with her eyes open and then got up resignedly, knowing that she had to find something.

Just do it.

Xianyu happily took out his mobile phone and spent the whole night like this.

Vaguely, Wen seemed to hear a sneer.

She pushed that voice to the back of her mind.

After surviving the night, Wen realized what the real difficulty was - not only did she need to organize her evenings, she also needed to organize her days!

What do people at this age usually do? Go to school? Fall in love? Go to school. Wen thinks forget it, fall in love... she always feels that there is no one in the world who can satisfy both her and Wendy's aesthetics, so she can only skip it.

So the only thing left to do is work?

How should I put it, no one with eyes would hire her at all. Wen still instinctively refused to look in the mirror, but it didn't stop her from pulling up her cuffs and looking at her arms. Sure enough, they were exactly the same as Wendy, and her pale skin could be vaguely seen.

to the light cyan blood vessels.

Even if she wears long sleeves to cover her arms... Wen recalled Wendy's arrogant attitude and thought to herself, no one would hire someone with such a sickly look!

At least serious businessmen wouldn't hire them. As for the dishonest ones, Wen didn't think he could handle them.

But they use the same body, so it can be completely transferred to...

--Why do not you go to hell.

Wen gave up the idea as if nothing had happened.

It was useless to dream, so she put her shoulders back and went out again. This time she took the bus to a farther place. She originally wanted to take a taxi, but after looking at the cramped environment in the car, Wen felt that it would be better not to challenge herself and travel safely.

important.

The final stop is at Stark Industries headquarters.

Wen followed the flow of people off the bus and walked slowly around the industrial building several times, attracting the attention of security guards: Even though she looks weak, the value of force in this world is not judged by appearance.

Know if she is a capable person.

After walking around for a few times, Wen finally convinced herself to walk to the gate. She took out a Stark Industries internal tour ticket from her bag and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard looked at the ticket several times in surprise: "What is this? I have never seen this thing before."

"...but it has Mr. Stark's signature on it," Wen said.

The security guard glanced at her, maybe because she was a little girl, so he didn't refute. He turned the visit ticket to the back, carefully read the words on the back, and then tentatively put the visit ticket in front of the card machine in front of the door.

The green light comes on.

The door opened.

The security guard was even more surprised, but the door was indeed opened by the ticket, and the ticket did have Tony Stark's autograph. He seemed to have no reason to stop the little girl from entering.

So he took a step back and reported the incident to Mr. Stark's head of security, Happy Hogan.

When he received the call, Happy was following Stark closely, trying to persuade Tony not to let him continue to be Spider-Man's contact:

"...That kid talks a lot. He can send hundreds of text messages a day. He even wants to tell you about a beautiful girl he met on the road. He also keeps asking when he can do the big tasks that only superheroes can do.

…”

"...I'm really fed up with his love.

Province

Tony turned around and patted Happy on the shoulder perfunctorily: "I know he is a bit annoying boy, but I can only rest assured if I leave it to you. Happy, you know I trust you."

"What? I know, but -" His cell phone rang, and this cell phone would never ring casually. Happy had no choice but to pause and answer the phone, "Hello? You'd better inform me if you have anything.

matter."

As he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, his expression changed from irritation to surprise, and then from surprise to suspicion. He stared at Tony closely and responded: "I'm right next to him, I'll ask him."

Tony said: "What?"

"Downstairs at the Stark Industries headquarters, there is a little girl who opened the door with a 'Stark Industries internal tour ticket' signed by you." Happy said, "A very beautiful little girl, black

Hair, blue eyes. Do you remember this?"

"Sometimes when I drink too much, I do write notes to beautiful girls, promising to invite them to visit the company...but to open the door? No, never." Tony said in surprise, "Is there a video?"

Happy opened the tablet and clicked a few times before handing it to Tony. He watched the video, then showed a subtle expression and passed the video to Tony without saying a word.

Tony glanced at Happy strangely, and became even stranger after Happy looked away with wandering eyes.

He opened the video and Wen's face appeared in front of him.

Tony was also shocked.

"Bruce Wayne's cub?" He was puzzled and had to ask Happy for advice, "Am I remembering it wrong or something? Why have I never heard of the Wayne family having a daughter?
Chapter completed!