"Who knows?" Wen said, "It might be that."

She played with her cell phone easily, and Connor got the task in the kitchen before coming out. He looked at the direction upstairs and suddenly thought about it: "So in the next few days, I will have to take care of you two alone?"

"If you think it's troublesome, you can ignore Damian. That boy is thrown into the desert without any armed force and will not be hungry and thirsty." Wen said, "But he will really hate you. I'm not kidding."

"Why does he think I should-"

Wen tapped himself with his fingertips.

"—Oh, okay." Conner was a little depressed. "To be honest, I've considered this situation, I just didn't expect it to come so early."

Wen asked curiously: "What's the situation?"

"Faced with the situation of bats and bats that I don't like." Conner said melancholy, "You don't know how difficult it is for them to please."

"Then don't please, just do what I asked you to do." Wen leaned on Connor's shoulder, "Why do you always make simple things complicated?"

"Baby," Connor kissed his head, "I have no objection to your lifestyle, but there must be one between the two of us who think more."

Wen commented: "You sound like a lawyer, and you're not the kind of person who lowers your voice and says 'I'm against' in a sexy tone."

Connor's focus is somewhat not right: "Do you think the lawyer is sexy?"

"It's not all lawyers, but the best ones," Wen Si thought for a moment and admitted, "the most shameless and shameless ones will rack their brains to find the smallest loophole in the opponent's confession. If they can't find it, they will scheming and slander and smear and smear as much as possible. They can sell anything to win, even if they give their mother out as a gift..."

"Wow," Connor said, "You haven't shown this tendency in the past, baby."

"I told you about Talia and Halle," said Wen, "had this been said before?"

Connor stood up straight: "That wasn't what you did."

"Not count? Why not count?"

"Because Wendy."

"By the way, we haven't discussed Wendy seriously yet." Wen thought for a long time, "What do you think of Wendy?"

Connor said: "I haven't even seen her, I just know that she exists."

In fact, this is not just something that Wen has never discussed, or something that Connor has never seen before - but Connor has indeed known Wendy for a long time, and Connor knew about "Wenty" when they met in Iceland.

But that was known from Wen's voice.

At that time, Connor only thought that Wen was talking to someone.

"Because I don't think there is anything to say," Wen said, as she walked out of the kitchen, Connor followed her, watching her walk to the wine cabinet and take out two bottles of wine from it.

After taking it out, Wen handed him the bottle of wine. Connor couldn't help laughing and crying: "Two bottles? Are you sure?"

"Open it," said Wen, "I can't finish taking a bath."

Connor started the wine, Wen took it, raised his head and took a sip.

"Are you okay? I remember when we first met, you got drunk after drinking two or three sips of wine..." He was a little worried.

"Whiskey and vodka are alcoholic drinks at best. And that's more than two or three sips? That's more than two hundred milliliters - well I'll stop before getting drunk," said Wen, "and back to Wendy."

She shook the bottle in her hand and pondered for a while.

"Do you mind her?" she asked.

"As long as you don't switch casually, I'm fine." Connor answered very seriously. "If she also needs free time to move, we can arrange it. You can use your body or something in a staggered manner - but it's hard for me to accept that she also has a relationship. This is strange."

"Great, we have no disagreement at all." Wen took another sip of wine. "Wandy doesn't want her body, nor does she want her own life, and she doesn't even want to continue to exist."

"Is she like she's aiming at your camera 24 hours a day?" Connor imagined, "I can accept the camera, but it's two different things to have a thought for this camera."

"She is not a camera," Wen sighed. "Wendy is more like...a thought hidden in my heart. It's like a strange thought or a disagreement that pops up in people's minds. When I stand in front of the wine cabinet and think about whether I'm opening red wine or white wine, both of these ideas are very attractive to me, but in the end I will only choose a certain wine."

Connor followed the pace: "So you are doing the 'little demon and little angel'? But this little demon or little angel in your mind really has its own consciousness?"

"That's right!" Wen clapped his hands happily, and because she was holding the bottle in her hand, she couldn't make a crisp sound.

Connor immediately raised his hand to her.

Gentle Connor slapped his palm, and the crisp sound this time was real.

They all paused for a while after the crisp sound, and laughed at the same time. Wen took the lead in holding the bottle in his hand: "Cheers!"

"Cheers--You can't drink all of it if I'm not kidding."

"I'm joking, too. I can't drink all this bottle of wine in one breath and not breathe."

They each took a sip of the wine and put the bottle aside.

"Go out for a walk?" Connor turned his head.

Wen doesn't like going out, but he doesn't care. They had a bit of a crazy night and started drinking just after getting up. Both things have been done, and there is nothing wrong with going out now.

"Okay." He agreed happily.

This may be considered a date, maybe not. Well, this is just a date, but it is the most common kind of date.

They drove away a convertible from the main house's garage. Wen had a great impression of the smooth lines of the car like a mermaid, and its orange-red spray paint was also quite eye-catching... Wen believed that this must be a gift that Bruce bought for a certain girlfriend but didn't have time to give it.

The orange-red is not in the aesthetics of Blues at all, and its shape is too petite and cute.

They went to the downtown park, where luxury cars seemed to appear not often, and Wen Connor got off together and was watched.

The crowd looked at them in surprise, whispering and whispering, and absent-mindedly swept around and said to Connor: "Let's find a place to have fewer people."

Conner laughed: "Do you know what they are talking about?"

"I heard the word 'Wayne'. Maybe I was talking about how similar my appearance was to my dad, or I was asking people around me about when my dad's extra illegitimate daughter would have come out." Wen held Connor and "help me block the camera."

This kind of request will certainly not be rejected.

They quickly avoided everyone's sight and walked to the depths of the park.

This place is overgrown with weeds and shrubs growing wildly. There is a sports field in front of it that looks abandoned. Various sports equipment is scattered everywhere, so decay that it is hard to see its original appearance.

Wen heard the animal's humming howl with warnings.

"There are wolves here," Connor said calmly, "a small group of wolves, and a few small ones. Do you want to play with just a little wolf?"

"Please, if I want to play with a little wolf, Damian will be at home. He can basically satisfy all my fantasies about the wolf cub. The only difference is that he is not a wolf but a human." Wen rolled his eyes, "I'm a little confused about why we came to this kind of place now. Why did we come here before?"

Connor pointed out the point: "You are leading the way."

This is true.

"I'm basically just walking around in places with fewer people," Wen admitted. "I regret not wearing a hat or sunglasses. Almost everyone is staring at me, they have to call their friends and ask the people around to come and see me. Do you really think I'm an animal in the zoo?"

"At least they have to buy tickets when they enter the zoo. Baby, they don't think you have to buy tickets."

"No," said Wen absent-mindedly, "the zoo in New York is going to buy tickets, and the zoo in Gotham is open for free."

"Then they will find no reason not to look at you. The zoo can be visited at any time. It is rare to see a beauties like you in their lifetime."

"Well—" Wen was still a little absent-minded.

This time Connor began to pay attention to Wen's attitude. It's not that there is anything wrong with Wen's absent-minded attitude. Oh, this is Wen. Absent-minded and you're just like Wen's factory settings, but Wen will always be very happy when facing his praise.

He hugged Wen: "Are you still thinking about Wendy's affairs? I think we have reached a consensus in a tacit way?"

"Wendy? No, no, not Wendy. We have no objection to her."

"Actually, I have an objection. Will she quietly say bad things to you?"

“She was just busy complaining about her dad and her brothers,” Wen said. “Basically, it was to say repeatedly in various ways, ‘I know I have something wrong with me, but how could my family do this to me’ and ‘Let me chew the bitter past alone and leave it to you in the future’.”

“…It sounds like Wendy is hard to deal with.”

"Well," Wen stared ahead with a serious look, "Do you think we should buy a house?"

This topic is too fast.

But Connor has always been able to keep up with Wen's pace: "You mean in Gotham?"

"Of course it's Gotham. We already have a place to live in New York," said Wen. "I think it's a very necessary thing to buy a house in Gotham, first and foremost. Recently, there's only Damian at home, so you're willing to live in Wayne's main house and wait for other family members to come back..."

Connor looked a little bit: "We have to buy a house in Gotham."

"Very good." Wen leaned on Connor's chest with satisfaction, "You are responsible for viewing, buying a house, designing, decoration and all other processes, and I am responsible for swiping the card. It is my own card, not given by my father."

"I've wanted to ask a long time ago, where did you get the money?"

Gentle Connor looked at each other.

"The money is all earned by Wendy. Although I don't know what she did, getting so much money without capital in a short period of time is only a means of wandering in the gray area... I won't be proud of it, so I didn't pay any attention at all." Wen said weakly, "But I still have a vague impression that she... uh, I, maybe, cracked some of the Stark Group's designs and sold them."

"Stark actually thinks you are good?"

Wen said: "That's Tony! You know, his moral bottom line is only a little higher than mine."
Chapter completed!