After Bruce arrived in New York, there was nothing particularly important to do.

Before he came, the news that he was going to New York was released. As soon as he got off the plane, people from the New York branch came up to greet him respectfully, and took him to the suite he booked with diligently.

Bruce knew that there would definitely be meetings and parties waiting for tomorrow's meal time, so he was not in a hurry.

There are many problems with the branch in New York, but this is inevitable. No one can do anything bad when he holds such great power. Even if this person doesn't want to, other people who can't wait to share this person's power will lure and force him to do it in various ways.

Normally, Bruce is very tolerant of these people as long as he doesn't cross his bottom line.

But unfortunately, since Win plans to come to New York, those who originally occupied the position have to leave.

The bad things these people have done must be settled properly.

Maybe the people in New York are so flattering because they smelled a little sign. News about Wen has not been circulated on a large scale, but the people at the headquarters cannot put such a big talk. Everyone who should know that he took a daughter home knows that, and the people who should act are also taking action, and Bruce is not in a hurry to go to his company.

He was going to meet Tony first and talk to Tony about Wen.

The meeting time is set at noon, and the location is at Tony's house.

"Please come in, Mr. Wayne." The person who opened the door was Pep, with a slightly apology in her smile. "I'm sorry, Tony looks so hard to see. I've asked him to clean up."

"It's okay, Miss Potts." Bruce certainly wouldn't make things difficult for Pep. He smiled and handed over his gift. "This is for you and Tony, and I haven't congratulated you in person."

Pep smiled and took the gift, his impression of Bruce was suddenly raised.

She led Bruce to the living room and brought him hot coffee: "Please wait a moment, Tony will come down immediately."

"Look at who is coming?" Tony's voice suddenly penetrated into the conversation between the two, "Bruce Wayne! What a rare guest, are you finally willing to leave your uneasy city?"

Tony, wearing a vest and work pants, walked down the stairs swaggeringly, as if he wanted to sarcastically say a few words, but after receiving Pep's warning look, he still restrained a little.

"Good afternoon, Tony." Bruce hung a business smile, "It's been a long time since we met."

They greeted each other in a fake manner for a while, and Pep might have been relieved and quickly left after apologizing.

As soon as she left, Tony turned his face: "What do you want to do? Just say something."

"Wen will come to New York to manage the branch here."

"I know, she said it a long time ago." Tony curled his lips, and was a little gloating. "She doesn't want to stay in Gotham? No wonder, it's obvious which one to choose between New York and Gotham."

"I'm not here to argue with you, Tony," said Bruce.

This is nonsense, of course, Bruce couldn't have come to New York to quarrel with Tony.

"I know what you want to say," Tony said angrily, "I have given you all the information about Wen that I have saved here. What else do you want?"

"You have information about Wen," said Bruce, "Where is Wendy?"

Tony frowned.

"I need you to help me contact Black Widow."

"Do you really think you can come in my house with such a big swagger and ask me to contact Natasha, and then Natasha will come over without stopping after receiving the message?"

"Of course, Stark, our cooperation has always been very — and in terms of results, very perfect," Bruce said.

Tony stared at Bruce for a few seconds, lowered his curse, and grabbed his phone.

"You owe me this time," he said, getting up and walking away, "You can wait a moment."

At Wayne's main house, Damian was consuming the roasted steak with salt and pepper, and did not look up at Connor and Wen next to him.

In the past, Damian had also seen men and women who were in love. People in love always seemed to love to do stupid things, such as sticking together like conjoined babies, such as taking each other's nicknames that sound strange but they were intoxicated by themselves, such as kissing and making intimate at any time, anywhere, regardless of time.

Connor and Wen actually didn't take any of these three points.

Although they like to stick together, at most they only have their shoulders against their shoulders.

They didn't give each other a nickname at all, but Connor liked to call Wen "Baby".

As for intimacy, handshakes, whispers, and occasional light kisses, these are still within Damian's tolerance.

Those stupid couples made Damian feel disgusted, gentle Connor... They didn't make Damian feel disgusted, but the atmosphere between them was just indescribable, which made Damian so depressed that he kept rolling his eyes.

And gentle Connor is still a foolish thing that couples love to do.

Especially feeding each other.

Strictly speaking, they eat on the same plate. Connor will cut the steak and Win will give it a fork.

But she didn't just give herself food, but she took a bite by herself and gave Connor a bite.

Damian had no objection to Connor helping Wen cut steak. Wen was so lazy that she was so lazy that she wouldn't surprise her steak. Damian had no objection to Connor - is it necessary to cut steak so slowly?!

You are a half-Kryptonian! You can't take a blink of an eye to cut the steak, why do you just have to cut it so slowly?

Connor cut steaks even slower than Wen's own steak and fed him a steak for as long as he could.

The couple in love, Damian cuts his part angrily, is the most incomprehensible creature in the world!

Taste the food warmly and meticulously.

Her tongue is quite picky, but even if she evaluates Connor's cooking skills without a girlfriend's filter, she will give a nine-point evaluation. One point is deducted because the taste of this steak is too light.

But she does prefer a lighter flavor, and her stomach is not able to withstand irritating spices.

Grilled steaks are usually a bit too dry, but the taste of this steak is very tender in the grilled steak. Salt and pepper warmly stimulate the aroma of the beef, the sauce penetrates into the shredded meat, and the crispy shell is bitten open, and the taste of each bite is rich and colorful as you chew and mix it into the beef.

Tasting such food is like enjoying a carnival against taste buds - it is the carnival that tastes too light.

Wen regretted that he had always asked Conner to cook vegetable soup, potato soup and other things before. Although these foods are not bad, they are still not as good as this salt-salt-roasted steak: it has no shortcomings.

Except that it tastes really a bit too light.

Connor surprised Wen first, turned to intoxicated, then regretted, and finally saw the changes in dissatisfied expression.

He has never wasted his time like this in the past.

Somehow, it seems that someone with super speed like him should not slow down and do things.

Superman is always busy wandering around the world, taking care of and helping those in need, and Kuaiyin enjoys the scenes that are almost as still as movie shots when he moves rapidly; as for the Flash, the thing that troubles and troubles the guy the most is that his speed is too fast and the speed of the people around him is too slow.

If it weren't for not being familiar with the Flash, Connor would have wanted to tell the Flash that the classic story of "God asked me to take a snail for a walk".

What's wrong with being slower?

However, in the past, he didn't actually slow down himself down.

But when he slowed down, then waited for the gentle and slow movements, the feeling was like waiting for the heavy rain to stop under the eaves that could not be wet from the rain.

The breeze was cool and the rain was moving. After the heavy rain stopped, he knew that the sky would hang a rainbow.

"I know you think it tastes a little light," Connor said in Wen's ear.

"...It's not that light either." Wen whispered, cutting off the beef with his teeth with cherishing it, filling the aroma of the gravy, "It's also quite fragrant after getting used to it."

Connor said: "Actually-"

"What? Say it quickly, don't let me guess." Wen warned, "There will only be one act that makes me angry, that is, say nothing or say half of it, and I must guess."

"Actually, I can't live here. I thought about it and it didn't seem that scary," Connor said. "And I almost don't understand why I was so scared before. I feel guilty as if I was a liar who deceived your feelings, but I'm obviously not a liar."

"Because of the special identity, the order of the whole thing is wrong." Wen said naturally.

"What's the meaning?"

"Under normal circumstances, we are dating like this. I started to fall in love with you, but you and my family basically don't know each other and don't have much interaction. I am the only bond between you. Then, if our relationship goes well, then you and my family will gradually start to contact each other," Wen said. "Then you start to get to know each other gradually, more and more deeply."

"But our situation is that because Bruce is a bat and the others are superheroes, my family already knows you very well."

Connor continued: "But I'm just familiar with Tim and knows almost nothing about Bruce, Dick, Jason or Damian."

"Not to mention Bruce's temper." Wen took a bite of lettuce and fed the rest to Connor. "It's normal to be uneasy and afraid in this situation - I think Dad and the others are just deliberately letting go of the status quo and putting pressure on you."

Connor suddenly realized, and at the same time became angry: "They are too bad."

"So, they keep silent, and you keep silent," Wen said, dividing the last two steaks from Connor, "I don't mind at all that you will always be in the status quo."

"I thought you would rather we get along with each other in a friendly and harmonious way...why are you laughing at?"

Wen smiled and glanced at Connor, which made Connor lose most of his soul.

"I dare not say that I can get along with them in a friendly and harmonious manner, let alone expect you." Wen said, and she glanced at Damian, who was sitting upright on the chair and the empty plate in front of him. "We're all finished, close the plate."

Conner stood up obediently and brought the empty plates together and back to the kitchen.

Damian suddenly said, "He didn't take you home to see his dad."
Chapter completed!