[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

Bruce's pupils shrank suddenly, and he closed his eyes with a concealed smile, and said: "We have known each other for a long time, and eating together is a good opportunity."

Warlock thought for a moment before agreeing to Bruce's invitation, he was indeed hungry.According to Bruce Wayne's high requirements for life, the restaurants he can recommend should taste good. Most of the days he came to Gotham were in the Burnley and Diamond districts, and he hadn't experienced the daily life in other districts.

The restaurant recommended by Bruce was not easy to find. Bruce's car stopped after walking two streets. say.

"We have to walk the rest of the way by ourselves, there is a small road that cars can't get through."

Angelina frowned looking at the gloomy path, the sky was soaked in a rich black color, the street lights in the West District were sparse, and many street lights were still barely bright, and might go out at any time.

This is not a safe place. If someone with no eyesight really comes to harass the mayor, she doesn't believe that Bruce Wayne's flamboyant fists and legs can protect the mayor.

Warlock didn't think as much as Angelina thought, he opened the door and got out of the car, and stood together with Bruce: "George, you take Angelina home first, I think Mr. Wayne still has time to take me back. I arranged Just send me a message after you have dealt with those two matters, I hope you have a good evening today."

Warlock had already made a decision, Angelina couldn't say anything more, she could only reluctantly smile and nod, her eyes were full of worry.

"I think Miss Lane doesn't seem very satisfied with me. In fact, we can have dinner together, and Miss Lane will not suspect that I have spoiled you." Bruce led Warlock forward jokingly, stepping on the small handmade leather shoes. There was no sign of distress on the dirty ground of the alley.

The sound of the soles of the shoes touching the water clearly entered Warlock's ears. He hesitated for a while, removed the enchantment on his clothes, and followed.He usually stays in the city hall, even if there are various activities and meetings that require him to attend, most of them are clean places.

People will only think that Warlock is meticulous if he is spotless all over the body. If there is no trace of water and mud in the dirty places, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

The restaurant Bruce introduced was at the deepest part of the alley. The restaurant was not big, about the size of a fast food restaurant in the East District. There were four or five tables inside, and the partitions separated the tables, which could barely guarantee the privacy of the guests. Really can't hide it at all.

There weren't many people in the restaurant, except for a table in the shadows, and a sleepy waiter at the cash register looked up at them as Bruce led Warlock in.

Seeing Bruce, the waiter suddenly cheered up, took out a brand new menu from the drawer, and came to Bruce and Warlock's table.The strong smell of poor-quality perfume on her body made Warlock want to sneeze, making Warlock blush.

"Mr. Wayne, do you still serve those dishes according to the old rules? Last month old Aldo researched two new dishes, do you want to try them?"

The waiter opened the menu in front of Bruce, and deliberately brushed his hair, which naturally fell to his chest, outlining a beautiful arc.

Warlock looked at the waiter flirting in front of Bruce with a half-smile. Bruce was making some witty remarks with the waiter as usual to make him laugh, and he was uncomfortable seeing Warlock's eyes.

He coughed lightly, ordered a few more dishes on the menu, and asked the waiter to go down, explaining to Warlock: "I have been here a few times, and I am familiar with this waitress."

"I think this is why you came to such an unknown restaurant? After all, it should be difficult for the young master of the Wayne family to find such a remote restaurant without someone to guide him?"

"You guessed it wrong." Bruce had a smile on his lips, his eyes drifted away as if recalling, "I met a very special lady last year. She is a reporter for the Gotham newspaper and grew up here. , She brought me here."

At first, he and the lady reporter were just taking what they wanted. The Gotham media thought that the West End Rose had completely won the playboy Bruce Wayne. In fact, the two of them just maintained this false relationship tacitly.

But who wouldn't like the caring and generous Bruce Wayne?The lady reporter lost herself in getting along with him for half a year, and really put her heart on Bruce.When she began to actively involve Bruce in her past life, Bruce knew that it was time for the relationship to end.

That was a good girl, Bruce Wayne was not good enough for her, and the two broke up in this restaurant.It was the first time for Bruce to experience the feeling of lemonade splashed on his face. After all, he was splashed with red wine before. It was the waitress who took him to wash his face and arrange his clothes.

"I'm sorry, but the lady knows that you will come to this store after breaking up, maybe she will soften her heart and come back to you." Warlock persuaded dryly. In fact, he felt that there was no shortage of people around Wayne. Charming female.

Bruce shrugged. Miss reporter was one of the few female companions he was comfortable with, independent and had a clear plan for his future. Bruce was just an episode in her life by mistake.After the two broke up, she made a report and switched careers to become a war reporter. She won many awards and her future is bright.

"A good memory, she is doing well now, I don't need to disturb her life anymore."

The waiter pushed the dining car and delivered all the dishes Bruce ordered, which was almost completely different from high-end restaurants.Whether it is the main dish, side dish, staple food or wine, there is no separation.On the plate in the center of the table is a pile of barbecue meat, next to it is a stack of cakes and various vegetables.

Surrounding the barbecue are pasta, egg tarts and salads on a large plate. After the cover plate is opened, there is a whole chicken. A large pot of soup exudes a strong smell of pepper. The pale yellow liquid in the kettle was gurgling and rolling, and there were still many half-melted ice cubes floating on the liquid.

There were only two empty plates not much bigger than the face left on the whole table for Warlock and Bruce. For a moment, Warlock didn't know what to do. These dishes shouldn't exist on the same menu at the same time, on the whole table. There are at least five styles of dishes.

Bruce directly took a pair of new gloves from the table and put them on, and picked up the tongs to roll the barbecue and side dishes in the cake.His movements were deliberately slow so that Warlock could keep up with him.

Following his example, Warlock rolled up a piece of cake. The rolled cake was as long as Warlock's forearm, and it didn't look very elegant if he picked it up and ate it directly.

In fact, Warlock doesn't mind picking it up and eating it directly, as long as the sauce and side dishes are not leaked when folded underneath, but after all, there is Bruce Wayne opposite, so he can't act so casually.

So he decided to see what Bruce Wayne did. If Bruce was not so particular, he could relax a bit. If Bruce followed the etiquette, he could only follow.

Bruce also hesitated for a moment. Of course, this kind of food is delicious to eat. The problem is that since he met Warlock, he has never seen Warlock in any disrespectful behavior. He is not sure whether Warlock will feel that taking the It sounds too rude.

He quickly thought of several ways in his mind, and finally Bruce put the burrito on the plate, cut the burrito into several sections with a knife, and ate it with a fork.Each piece fits just right in your mouth without rubbing the sauce on your mouth.

Seeing that Bruce was so polite when eating burritos, Warlock cut the burritos with a knife helplessly. To be honest, it was a bit silly.

Seeing Warlock quietly cutting the burrito, Bruce guessed that he did it right, and served Warlock a bowl of soup: "The soup here is the chef's specialty, you can try it."

Warlock's five senses are much more sensitive than humans. The strong smell of pepper in the soup rushed straight to the top of his head, and the peppery smell filled his nostrils. The uncomfortable feeling was immediately reflected on his appearance. Warlock's eye sockets A little redness.

He took out two tissues from the paper box and covered his mouth and nose, and it took him a long time to recover. This bowl of soup was too irritating for him.

Seeing that Warlock reacted so strongly, Bruce subconsciously began to wonder if there was something wrong with the soup. He and Warlock came here for dinner on a whim. big.

Then it is very likely that Warlock himself cannot accept the ingredients in the soup.

Bruce gets up to pat Warlock, maybe it will make him feel better.

Warlock feels Bruce get up, looks up at Bruce, wondering what he's up to all of a sudden.

What Bruce saw from time to time was Warlock's only pair of eyes. There was a little moist water in the gray-blue pupils, and the red eye sockets made him harmless and pitiful.

"I'm fine, but I just can't stand the smell of pepper." Warlock blinked hard, his voice was misty, and his clear voice was a little lower, like a kitten holding its paws. The pads of his flesh touched Bruce's heart lightly.

Bruce has always known that Warlock is good-looking, and this kind of good-looking will make people feel good about him, so he unintentionally makes a choice in favor of him, just like Bruce Wayne has won the favor of countless beauties with that handsome face, no matter No matter how unreasonable things he did, someone would justify him.

He knows how much a good-looking face can do, and he has suffered from many good-looking people.The first time he saw Warlock again, he focused all his attention on Warlock's purpose and identity, deliberately blurring his gender-agnostic face.

This fluctuation in his heart proved that Warlock's appearance still has an influence on him, and the impact caused by being too neglected is far stronger than the impact caused by the front.

"Hey, I should have asked you in advance." Bruce coughed subtly and helped Warlock pour a glass of water.

The fluctuations in his heart were quickly suppressed by Bruce. After all, it was just Bruce Wayne's disguise to see a beauty. It was impossible for Batman to forget the secret hidden behind the seemingly harmless Warlock. The turbulent eyes were completely imprinted in Bruce's heart.

Warlock took a sip of lemonade, the sweet and sour taste washed away the taste of pepper, he bent his eyes and looked at Bruce: "It's just a little sudden, I should be able to accept it slowly, your recommendation is surprising, sauce And the taste of the barbecue is very good.”