The first thing Wen did when he got up from the bed was to get to the phone that was placed at the bedside.

She glanced at the time, at four o'clock in the morning.

It was too early to wake up! She wanted to see what Wendy said later!

It's always like this, damn, she was a little tired of Wendy's story at first, and the points she was interested in appeared. After reading this part excitedly, she found that there seemed to be some behind her, but she was not so sure. So she gritted her teeth and read more while hesitating, and began to get tired... and then the points she was interested in appeared.

Awesome, damn it.

Can't we edit a full episode of the dream that lets her experience it in one breath?

Wen put down his cell phone, turned on the light, felt thirsty, and his stomach was empty. The atmosphere on the dining table was too awkward. She didn't eat much and didn't eat much dessert after the meal, although Alfrey's skills were visible to the naked eye.

Thinking about it now, I really regret it. If I had eaten more, I could go to bed now instead of thinking about whether to go downstairs to the kitchen to find food to fill my stomach.

Wen lay in bed, closed his eyes and fought against his physiological needs for several minutes, and was eventually defeated by hunger.

She covered her windbreaker coat over her nightgown and carefully pushed open the door.

It was dim outside the door, and there were very small night lights in the corridor. The dim lights created a terrible atmosphere in such a large castle, not to mention through the windows, the gray-white mist was visible outside the window.

Damn this place is so heart attacking. Can heart patients survive in this city?

Wen turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, and the light illuminated a small section of the road in front. She walked out of the room with a tough forehead. The soft slippers had a good sound absorption ability, which did not make her make more terrifying footsteps.

After discovering this, Wen was much more relaxed. She was really afraid of what would happen. She walked in the corridor, and the sound of footsteps gradually changed from her to two...

Wen heard the footsteps coming from behind.

Goosebumps jumped from the back of her neck to the top of her head. Wen almost screamed. She buried her head and rushed forward without thinking. The footsteps behind her also accelerated. A worried voice appeared along with the sound of footsteps: "Wen? What's wrong with you?"

He is a living person!

Great, not a castle ghost!

Wen finally remembered that she was now in Wayne's house. In addition to her, there were five living people living in this castle, including Bruce, Dick, Tim, Damian and Alfred. Everyone didn't eat much at night, so she could be hungry. There was no reason why the other young and strong boys were not hungry...

To be honest, you just walk, why do you have so loud footsteps!

Don’t you know how terrifying the footsteps coming from behind in the middle of the night!

Wen Ping turned around and Dick's figure was a little hazy under the dim night light and could not see clearly.

He asked gently, "Wen? Why did you get up so early?"

Before I got up, I had an inexplicable dream and woke up inexplicably. I felt hungry, so I wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to fill my stomach.

The answer is too long and Wen is too lazy to explain.

She said: "Yeah."

Dick seemed to have gotten a wrong explanation from her sleepy voice. He calmed down considerately and followed Wen all the way into the kitchen. Wen was too lazy to ask Dick what he wanted to do with her. She was very tired and hungry now. Although she was even dull in her hunger, she had to talk about it. In fact, it was nothing to not eat... It was not without experience when she felt even more uncomfortable.

But just have some food.

You won't make any mistakes when you're hungry.

The kitchen was clean and could be seen at a glance. There was nothing left on the table. Wen turned his head to open the refrigerator, but Dick had already made it before her.

"Hungry?" Dick asked with a smile. "Alfred usually reserves some desserts for us in the refrigerator, but it's not too much to eat dessert in the morning..."

Wen brought out a plate of chocolate cake and took another pack of milk.

"It's okay." She said absent-mindedly, "I'll just eat something."

Dick didn't agree with Wen's choice, and he scared Wen with an extremely kind tone: "Will you get fat. I'll make you some simple breakfast?"

"No," Wen said.

She took the food to the dining table, and just after she sat down, Dick sat next to her with a simple egg sandwich.

Like a cowhide plaster, Wen Xiang, no matter how good he looks and has a good personality, he cannot hide the fact that Dick is always trying to follow her and talk to her.

When she is in a good mood, she is not a person with a bad temper. When she is in a bad mood, she rarely speaks harshly. Sometimes it is an exception. Dick does not make Wen feel very unpleasant except for being annoying. So Wen also responds vaguely and eats her cake slowly.

After she finished eating, she yawned upstairs and went back to the room.

Leaving Dick alone, he looked at Wen's empty meal plate in a daze.

Wen slept until almost noon before getting up.

The curtains had been opened, and the weather was pretty good today. Although the sun was not visible, it was not covered with dark clouds. Wen rolled a few times on the bed and was surprised why no one came to ask her to get up. However, she didn't spend more than a second thinking about this little thing.

The wardrobe is almost full of clothes that meet her aesthetic taste, mixed with several noble long skirts outside the painting style.

These skirts are also within her aesthetic range. They are a style that is understandable, acceptable, but not particularly popular. She wore skirts several times before, and the skirts in the wardrobe are very similar to those she wore.

temperature:"……"

She could understand that this meant that Wayne and the others took her to heart, and also accepted that this was actually a kind of obscure show of kindness, but from her perspective, it was quite unnecessary.

Maybe it was because Wen didn't hate it, but she didn't like this group of people very much, so any of their considerate details made her feel... I don't know what to say, as if she was getting more and more arrogant.

She appreciated it, but was reluctant to accept it.

What are you doing now? Wen is quite willing to stay in the room to play with your phone, but her only politeness tells her that this is very inappropriate. How could she stay in the room to play with her phone the next day after she "goes home"...

Don't care.

She just wants to play with her mobile phone. Isn’t it fun to kill time games like going downstairs and creating embarrassment with Bruce?

Wen kept playing until he was so hungry that he roared, and then he moved downstairs with a sluggish change of clothes.

Unexpectedly, Alfred was the only one downstairs. The old housekeeper was cleaning the sculpture with a duster. Seeing that Wen got down, he paused the movement in his hand and asked, "Miss Wen, do you need me to prepare afternoon tea for you in advance?"

Afternoon tea is a daily reserved item? Wen thought it was a special treatment that she received only when she came here.

This family is really particular.

"Where have the others gone?" Wen asked curiously.

"Master Bruce just got up and handled some work in his study. Master Timothy and Master Damian went to class, and Master Richard left early in the morning." The old housekeeper replied.

“…Mr. Wayne got up so late.”

It is impossible for Bruce to play with her phone at night until she forgets the time. She just came back yesterday, so it is unlikely that Bruce will have any active nightlife.

What did he do tonight?

Wen's curiosity was rising. She struggled to weigh the embarrassment and satisfaction of curiosity, and finally made a cruel heart: "No need to prepare in advance, Mr. Wayne and I will use afternoon tea together."

"Okay, Miss Wen." The old housekeeper smiled, "I'm glad to hear you say that."

Wen squeezed out his smile: "Hahaha..."

The housekeeper seemed to know that she and Bruce were very embarrassed.

Damn, what's going on with this family? It seems that there is nothing particularly wrong with it. Everything is logical, but why does Wen always think it's wrong?

Even someone as smart as her can't convince herself to ignore these details, and Wendy might be even more devastated.

Wen had been doing psychological construction for herself for a long time, and when Wen Bruce used afternoon tea together, she was almost on the verge of giving up.

Bruce changed into a suit today, but he was still so handsome that it was doubtful of his age.

He nodded friendly to Wen: "Good afternoon."

"Actually, this time is based on my daily routine and counting the morning." said gentle.

"Good morning," Bruce changed his words.

temperature:"……"

You don't have to follow me like this, Mr. Wayne, just nod or smile at this time, but you follow me and say it will only make me get goosebumps all over my body.

Wen misses Connor very much.

She especially wanted to ask Connor to come and fly away with her.

Today's afternoon tea was strawberry crispy. After taking a bite, Wen was surprised to find that the sweetness was moderate - she really didn't like too sweet things, did Alfred even find this?

"You don't seem to like dessert very much." Noting her pause, Bruce said, "I made Alfred reduce the sweetness, how about now?"

"... Very good, I like the light sweetness, not greasy." Wen said, "You are quite considerate."

The observation was also very detailed. Wen quietly added in her heart that she had a preference for taste, but when she really ate, she would finish her eating no matter what was in front of her. At most, the order was slightly different.

"This is also my only advantage in front of you." Bruce mocked himself.

This made Wen feel a little guilty.

But she did not refute Bruce's words.

When eating quietly, Bruce seems very well-educated. His movements are pleasing to the eye. Even if it is simply a simple action of picking strawberries with a fork and putting them in the mouth, it is as beautiful as a movie scene, and even a bit old-fashioned, like watching a video taken decades ago.

"Are you always alone at home?" Wen asked.

"Most of the time," Bruce wiped the corners of his lips with a square towel beside his dining plate. "You also discovered that our family is close but not close, and each has his own thing to do. We rarely get together neatly."

"Jason is not back," said Wen.

She suddenly realized - Jason! The resurrected Jason!

She remembered Wendy's performance when she found Jason alive and was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She also remembered Wendy's abnormality when she temporarily acted with Jason. Every time Wendy's mood fluctuated greatly, she would see some Wendy's past in her dreams. Wendy's relationship with her second brother should be very deep, but Wendy's performance at that time really couldn't see much surprise.
To be continued...