To say that Bruce Wayne has never been rejected would be a pure exaggeration.

Of course he is handsome and rich, but his widely circulated reputation as a playboy and the ridiculous things he causes from time to time, while adding more charm to him, will inevitably make people who tend to be more low-key and conservative feel dissatisfied.

The surname Wayne is not always omnipotent - there are still some people in this world who can remain unmoved in the face of wealth and appearance, and show disdain and boredom when faced with him.

Bruce could handle even the insults in person with grace, but Wen's attitude still caught him off guard.

He stood at the door, the smile on his face slightly stiff.

After slamming the door, Wen stared at the door panel in surprise for a few seconds.

Oh shit.

Too sloppy.

The prairie is so grassy.

When he opened the door and saw that the face behind the door belonged to Bruce Wayne, he was shocked to the core. Wen's brain was overloaded and shut down on the spot.

It's nothing, isn't it Bruce Wayne? Although Wen doesn't care about the scandals in the entertainment industry, she has seen this face more or less a few times. Mr. Wayne's age-old beauty also makes her think of the people who eat melons.

I was amazed for a while... Damn it! Bruce Wayne is Wendy's father. Damn it, how could such a thing be "nothing"!

Hugely frightened, Wen was still in a mood to recall her comments about "father" and "family".

Well, very good.

She basically never said a good word about them outside, she only slandered and slandered them.

Mr. Wayne's attitude towards various tabloid scandal reports is very clear, that is, unless the bottom line is involved, he will completely let it go. Apart from being overly spendthrift and extravagant and not treating money as money, he actually does not have any valuable black spots -

—This is not Wen’s analysis, this is the analysis of sand sculpture netizens, who also cited very sufficient evidence to support their views.

Most of the time, Wen would "not read it for too long," but the shady netizens arranged the content with pictures and texts, and occasionally posted a few emoticons to show off their wits, and Wen finished reading it without even realizing it.

Although she didn't know Mr. Wayne at all, she maintained basic respect for the richest man in Gotham.

So after a brief period of confusion, she realized that "Bruce Wayne is Wendy's father and I am talking bad things about him outside."

The first reaction was to feel guilty, extremely guilty, so guilty that my whole body started to sweat.

Up until now, Wen had actually been quite calm, but for a moment he didn't think about how he should treat Mr. Wayne. However, when the other person smiled and said "I'm home, Wen"...

Wen exploded.

She was so familiar with this sentence. She had heard it so many times that it was too mild to describe it as "psychological shadow". It had almost become a knee-jerk reaction. She had simply given it to her.

She created a pattern of physiological stress.

The moment these words appeared, Wen felt a surge of soreness rising from his bladder.

To put it in a simpler and easier to understand way, she felt like she was about to urinate.

She was frightened. It wasn't exactly fear. All kinds of messy emotions surged through her veins, causing her to vomit. The strong urge to urinate made her tighten her abdominal and calf muscles, and she wanted to turn her head.

She ran towards the room, but the strange thing was that she couldn't take a step at all.

This sentence is like a nightmare reappearing.

Wen didn't think about anything. It took all her energy to fight against this strong physical impulse. This turbulent feeling was so surging, so strong, and so - so -

reality.

Not entirely true, but very true.

But Wen couldn't tell the difference at all. She slowly walked backwards and left the door, then ran into the room in one breath and threw herself into Connor's arms.

Is this a nightmare? Were all the hallucinations she experienced before? When will the nightmare stop?

"Wen?" Connor said strangely, "I heard you locked the door again. You were a little too brave to lock your father out. I thought you wanted to at least say a few words to him.

Only then can he be so angry..."

"Let's do something." Wen interrupted Connor hastily, "Let's do it."

Connor looked at Win.

He understood Wen's seriousness without any hindrance and leaned back subconsciously:

"I don't think this is a good time, baby. You have to believe me. I'm not rejecting you because your offer is unattractive or because I'm getting tired of it. In fact, now I'm starting to regret rejecting it.

You, no, no, no, no, Connor, stop thinking about it, she is very irrational now, you have to control yourself..."

"We're going to Antarctica to see penguins." Wen said, "I'm going to Antarctica to see penguins."

"Okay." Connor said without hesitation, "Then let's go."

He hugged Wen, but Wen regretted it again.

"I'm not going to Antarctica to see penguins." Wen said, "Let's just do it."

"You're so scared, Win, honey," Connor said. "You're too scared to have fun. And I'm kind of upset that you're doing this to get away from Bruce Wayne, I mean - we're still

Why not go to Antarctica to see penguins?"

He lowered his head, kissed Wen's lips, and said, "Do you still want to go to Antarctica to see penguins?"

"...No." Wen answered him in a low voice, "I'll open the door for him."

Bruce outside the door hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked again.

The three rhythmic sounds, with even intensity distribution, perfectly express his intention to urge the person behind the door to open the door without appearing too impatient or forceful.

He thought he would have to wait outside the door for a while, but just as he didn't expect that he would be rejected so cleanly, he didn't expect that the door would open cleanly again.

Bruce didn't know what he had done before to make Wen react so strongly, so he decided to wait and see what happened without saying anything.

He finally saw the little girl face to face.

She looked the same as when she appeared in the video, with a petite face, smooth black hair, hazy blue eyes, and plump lips. She squeezed the doorknob and looked at him with eyes full of confusion.

And when Bruce tried to smile at her, she took a step back as if she was burned by fire.

Bruce said: "The weather is very nice today."

"Yeah." Wen replied.

"Won't you invite me in?" Bruce asked gently.

"No." Wen said.

"You seem to be a little repelled by me." Bruce said again.

"..."

"I think you know who I am, right, Wen? I'm your father, and that's how you've always hinted to people you know."

Bruce's original plan was to test Wen's words to the outside world, but what was slightly different from what he imagined was that Wen seemed to know very well that his father knew nothing about her existence.

And her attitude was so wary and fearful - so obvious, her fear was as conspicuous as the moon in the night sky.

Strangely, this fear does not seem to contain much emotional content.

Her fear was more like a pedestrian seeing a venomous snake on the roadside. It would be ridiculous to say how much this person hates this snake, but this person is undoubtedly afraid of the threat posed by this snake.

"Wen." Bruce showed his most endearing smile, "Can I call you Wen?"

Wen didn't say anything, so Bruce took it as his acquiescence and continued: "I brought you a small gift, dear, it's not something expensive."

He took the lipstick out of his suit pocket and handed it to the girl in front of him. He noticed that the girl was always standing more than three meters away from him, so he bent his arm slightly and did not hand the thing straight over.

Wen looked at him with a penetrating look, but did not approach him or simply reject the gift as Bruce suspected. Instead, he stood on tiptoes and leaned forward in an extremely elegant posture.

Stretching her arms - she maintained exquisite stability in a ballet-like movement - then pinched the gift between her fingertips and stood back up.

She looked at the package, and her eyes flickered when she saw the ribbon used to wrap the gift, as if she was caught in some kind of memory.

Damn it, Wen thought.

It couldn't be what she had in mind.

She opened the package, and sure enough she saw a lipstick. She unscrewed the cap, rotated the lipstick paste out, and turned her fingers to admire the bright gold powder in the bright red color.

"I like the color," she admitted.

Then she threw the lipstick to the ground and crushed it with her toes.

Bruce watched her behavior without any shock or impatience. He maintained a charming smile and said, "It seems you don't like it."

"No," Wen said, "I do like it."

"Then you don't like me anymore."

"...No," Wen said delicately, "No such thing."

"Then why did you do that?"

"I don't know." Wen replied.

She raised her face and observed Bruce carefully for a while, carefully distinguishing the similarities with Wendy on his face... He and Wendy were indeed very similar, but she had never looked at this aspect in the past.

Thinking about it, after all, as the saying goes, good-looking people always have similarities, while ugly people are ugly in their own way.

"Well, it's an honor for it to be crushed by you. If doing so can make you happy, this gift is worth the money." Bruce said unhurriedly, "I don't want to seem too anxious and arouse you.
To be continued...