[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"Shh-"

The curtains were pulled open, and the man sleeping on the bed frowned and buried his face in the pillow, but it didn't help.

With a sly curve at the corner of a certain person's mouth, he put the little guy in his arms on the bed, and watched with leisure as soon as the little guy stepped on the bed sheet, he crawled onto the man's back.

"Well--"

The half-dream and half-awake man obviously felt the extra weight behind his back, but the sleepiness made him fall into a struggle. While he was still struggling with whether he should do something, the little guy had already lowered his head and stretched out Tongue, licked very enthusiastically.

If it's not the hair it's licking.

Bruce turned over, picked up Brian who had rolled off his back, rubbed its little head hard, and then looked at Brody, and there was a hint of sleepiness in his voice when he spoke.

"Brody-"

Bruce's voice in the morning was hoarse and sexy, "Come here."

"No," Brody shook his head, rejecting him, "I'm not stupid, you must teach me a lesson."

Bruce narrowed his eyes, "It seems that you still know that you have done something bad."

"It's not a bad thing at all," Brody said righteously. "I just woke up a guy who was lying in bed. The sun is going to hit your ass, Brucey."

"Are you really not coming?"

"Never." Brody said affirmatively. He bent down and greeted Brian. When the little golden retriever jumped off the bed and ran to his side, Brody picked it up and showed Bruce a bright smile. , "I have to go down, I want to eat the breakfast made by Ah Fu!"

Obviously, Brody did it on purpose.

He deliberately teased his brother, and then when his brother was woken up and the air pressure in his body was a little low because of getting up, he wanted to slap his butt and slip away.

Unfortunately, he underestimated his brother's speed.

Brody had just walked to the door, and before he turned around to close the door, he heard his brother's voice behind him, low and dangerous:

"I caught you."

"—WOW!"

Brody's eyes widened, and his body flew straight into the air. With one step on his raised Bruce's long legs, he returned to the bed in just two or three steps, and then put Brody on the bed.

Brody tried to get up, but Bruce had him down.

Brody struggled a few times, but he was like a tortoise whose shell had been turned over. Although his legs fluttered, it had no effect at all. Instead, he wasted his efforts and was out of breath.

"Hey!"

Brody glared at Bruce, "I'm so hungry, I'm going to have breakfast, Bruce!"

Bruce looked at him with his head down, raised his eyebrows, "Will you do it on purpose next time?"

"Hey, did I do something?" Brody looked left and right, and finally looked at Bruce above him, showing an innocent smile, "I didn't do anything just now, it was all done by Brian."

"Uh-huh." Seeing that his mouth was still stiff, Bruce hummed a low tone from his nasal cavity, and gave instructions to Brian who was squatting aside: "Lick it."

Brian tilted his head, looked at Bruce, and then at the familiar and intimate face lying on the bed, so close to him.

"Wang-"

It squawked happily, then leaned forward, sticking out its tongue and leaving a passionate slobber of its own on Brody's face.

"Don't—it's too itchy in the ear Brian—"

"Hahahaha—no, hahahaha—"

"Haha—huh, hahaha—I, I was wrong—"

"Bruci--brother--MyBrother--"

It wasn't until Brody begged pitifully for mercy that Bruce let him go. Brody was panting heavily, paralyzed on the bed and didn't get up. He felt that he had laughed all his life today, and he didn't know that Laughing for a long time will really cause prostration.

He turned his head to look at Brian, who was squatting aside. It tilted its head and looked at Brody with big dark brown eyes. It couldn't be more obedient, and it couldn't make Brody angry at it.

"Brucie."

After taking a breath, Brody called his brother's name.

"Ok?"

Brody got up from the bed, looked at Bruce who was facing away from him, bent over to take off his pants, and then took out clothes from the closet to put on, "Are you free in the morning?"

After changing his pants, Bruce took out another piece of clothing from the closet, turned around and looked at Brody, "What's the matter?"

"I want to go out and find some materials—" Brody said, "some chemical materials."

Bruce lowered his eyes, and he put on his shirt slowly. The cloth covered his bare|naked upper body and the obvious scar on his waist. He didn't answer Brody's question first, but asked: "Do you want these?" What are you doing?"

"When I was reading those medical books recently, I came across some interesting little experiments. I want to try it, and maybe I can make some interesting gadgets."

"I see." That's all Bruce said.

Brody blinked, feeling a little dazed.

So is this a promise or a no?

During breakfast, Brody glanced at Bruce now and then, but got no response, which made Brody think Bruce refused.After breakfast, he was stroking the dog and thinking about going out by himself when he heard Bruce calling him.

"Brody."

"what?"

Brody turned his head subconsciously, only to see Bruce wearing casual clothes, leaning against the door with his chest folded, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the car keys dangling from his right fingertips.

"Aren't you going out?" he said.

Brody's eyes lit up.

He probably didn't notice that he looked a bit like Brian who got a snack by accident, especially when he came over, if he had a tail like Brian, he would probably flick it happily.

Brody leaned over the car window, and when he saw a store in the street, he immediately reminded Bruce that he could get off here.

"Not here, Brody," Bruce said, "we're going to the chemical plant."

"Factory?" Brody hesitated, "But I don't need many materials, I think those stores can buy them all."

"is it?"

Just when the car drove to the intersection, the red light came on, Bruce stopped the car, looked at Brody sideways, and said unhurriedly: "But I have already bought a chemical factory, what should I do?"

"..." Brody was a little confused, "Wait, when did you buy this?"

Bruce chuckled, and said slowly, "When you were playing with Brian."

Brody scratched his cheek, well, he figured he'd have to get used to his brother buying the company over a disagreement.

"Then let's go now."

They soon arrived at the chemical factory that Bruce bought. The original leaders of the factory were waiting at the door. After seeing them get off the car, they immediately surrounded them, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces. For them , it is also an honor to be bought by the Wayne Group.

After all, this is the richest and most powerful group in Gotham City.

Bruce was not very interested in the chemical plant. He bought it just because he thought it would be more convenient for Brody, so he went to the office on the third floor.There is a whole glass wall here. Standing behind the glass wall and looking out, you can clearly see the behavior of the hard-working people in the factory.

One who likes to spy on all things staff and—

Bruce glanced over the face of the factory's largest leader, and he could see the meanness from the other's flattering smile.

——The guy who habitually oppresses his subordinates.

A typical Gotham City businessman, Bruce thought, and then looked away, unwilling to pay any attention to this person, but looking through the glass window at Brody who was walking around below.

"What does this chemical factory originally produce?" Brody asked, but he saw that the man beside him seemed startled and almost jumped up.

"Hey, watch out—"

Brody stretched out his hand to hold him back so that he would not bump into the instrument at work. The man turned his head, and when he realized that he was about to be scalded, his eyes widened in panic, and then he turned away immediately. Looking over at Brody, "Yeah, sorry, sorry, I mean—I didn't mean to, I—"

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous." Brody let go of his hand. He felt a little dumbfounded. He obviously didn't do anything, but the expression of this person looked like he was about to cry out of nervousness, which made him have to Slow down, "It's good that you're not hurt, you don't have to apologize to me."

The man's chest obviously rose and fell, showing that expression of trying to relax himself, and finally stammered: "Okay, okay, little Mr. Wayne."

"So are you willing to tell me the answer to my question just now?"

"Uh," the man replied gruffly, "it, I mean, it involves a lot, including chemical reagents, printing materials, etc."

"It sounds like there's going to be a lot of chemistry involved."

"Yes." The man nodded, talking about his professionalism, he seemed a little more energetic than at the beginning, especially when he noticed that Brody was listening to what he said seriously, he became more energetic .

Men rarely receive this kind of attention.

Although he is an engineer in this company, his personality is often not taken seriously. He is busy with the monotonous life day after day, which makes him even a little painful, and he wants to quit his job to pursue his hobbies.

But at this moment, when he was being watched by the young master of the most famous Wayne Group in Gotham City, this feeling of being watched by a big man made him feel that his job was actually not that boring.

He talked endlessly. Although he was not taken seriously, his identity made him more familiar with everything about the chemical plant than his original boss. This also allowed Brody to get a general idea from him.

"Thank you for your explanation." Brody smiled.

The man understood that he didn't need to talk any more, and he turned into the previous look of lack of confidence and frustration, "No, it's nothing."

This chemical factory can provide everything Brody needs, as long as it is not those relatively rare materials, Brody thinks that he can get it directly from this factory in the future. I have to say that although Bruce bought a The chemical plant surprised Brody, but it did provide him with great convenience.

Before leaving, Brody paused as he stretched out his hand to open the car door. He turned around, looked at the crowd standing not far away, and saw the man through the gap. He lowered his head, obviously not short, But he shrank as if he was afraid that others would notice him. Anyone could feel his lack of self-confidence.

He thought for a while, walked over again, and finally stood in front of the man.

"You are an excellent engineer."

When the man with his head lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard the voice in front of him, he suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him who was smiling and looking at him.

"You seem to have been forgetting to tell me your name, though, sir."

The young man stretched out his hand towards him and blinked, "Do I have the honor to know your name?"

"I..." The man's lips trembled, but it was because of excitement. He immediately reached out and grabbed the young man's chest, and said loudly: "My name is Joe Kerr, Mr. Wayne, you, if you don't mind, You can call me Joe."

"Joe," the young man called out his name with a smile, "I am very glad to meet you today."

Kerr stood where he was, watching the young man return to the car without blinking. Edge rings:

"Look at your stupidity, Kerr, don't you think the young master of the Wayne family really appreciates you?"

Those big-bellied managers looked at clowns in their eyes, and laughed mockingly:

"Don't think about it, it's just that they are kind and think you look too pitiful."

Kerr's face turned red, and he didn't mumble until these people dispersed, and whispered, "No, no."

However, at this moment, no one else could hear his protest except himself.