In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1812: Summer in Fool’s Village (24)

When Thalia was hesitating to get out of bed for the thirty-fourth time, her willpower was kicked hard by the fragrance coming from downstairs.

This is simply unreasonable, Talia thought. Her room's position in the Rodriguez Manor was almost equivalent to Texas being to the United States. There was no way this **** scent could pass through the corridors. to here.

Unless they didn't drift in from the hallway.

Thalia pressed her **** and ring finger on her still aching forehead. She walked to the window with disheveled clothes and messy hair. She opened the heavy curtains with a wave of her arm, and a strong fragrance suddenly rushed into her. in the nose.

When she lowered her head and looked down, Schiller was looking up at her from the edge of the transparent glass door of the flower pavilion.

Thalia let out a small groan of pain. The **** thing was that she now knew that the ingredients in the cauldron on the picnic table were probably not much less than those in the witch's cauldron, but she She still wanted to eat a lot because she was really hungry.

Hunger is not a problem under normal circumstances. Thalia can even remain motionless when delicious food is placed in front of her and she is already hungry to the limit that her body can tolerate, but not now.

She doesn’t know why it’s not now. She doesn’t know that the human body is actually more sophisticated than she imagined. The most sophisticated thing is that she adheres to the principle of elastic threads. An over-tightened thread has only two consequences, either Break, or find that it has lost its elasticity after relaxing and can no longer be so tight.

The human spirit has no limits. It must be said that the mental torture Pamela has experienced in the future is too fast to tighten the string. This flower pavilion is equivalent to using a piano bow to pull it down. A Paganini.

Then you took your hand back, Pamela thought without any despair, letting the broken strings hang under the instrument alone, so why can you make some noise on your own?

"What kind of abuse is this?" Qu Houchen shrugged and said, "I both beat you and scolded you. People will say that you spread the scandal yourself and made it true in order to threaten Thalia."

Pamela cleverly avoided that topic, but you thought it might be a bad opportunity, of course, related to your original plan to get Batman's genes.

Pamela jumped directly from the eighth floor.

It's like smoothing something else, Qu Houchen thought in a daze, but for some reason, what comes to your mind is a plaid dress that is more similar to a dim plaid tablecloth. What is it?

"He doesn't have an amazing sense of humor, Sister Pamela." Hua Ting smiled, took the pot farther away, and then said: "If you can't, you also want to hold a pot like this banquet, but unfortunately, the cold has swallowed up almost all of Gotham’s famous chefs and guests on the invitation list. The danger of the ingredients is also difficult to guarantee. The low temperature will cause the meat to spoil extremely slowly."

"Obviously another victim." The short knife used for deboning was pierced under the calf meat. Bruce raised his head without any gloom, continued his actions and said: "Of course, the whole world thinks that my It's natural to be romantic, but is he too busy squeezing under my bed?"

"What kind of meat is this?"

"Really? Is there anything suspicious at all? For example, the sudden dizziness is due to concentration."

"Because becoming Talia Wayne's boyfriend will bring you unimaginable trouble, huh?" Pamela raised her eyebrows, full of indescribable beauty.

Huating gave way, and Qu Houchen stretched out his head and looked out of the pot with a good-natured look. It was very bad. You will then feel that the housekeeper named Merkel is nothing wrong. I am sure that I am really one of these strong British guys. If so, I should have cried the moment you pinched my neck.

Pamela withdrew her eyes, and the smile in her eyes gradually dissipated. You finished turning over the charcoal fire outside the barbecue, but it seemed that you were just looking for something to do with your hands. It was so slow that you were half sincere and half sincere. He said sincerely: "It seems that you are all in some trouble under me."

"Is he Qu Houchen's boyfriend?"

"You know, just like you have attended before, a long light table, a tablecloth with no wrinkles, and a table of dishes whose ornamental value is completely less than their taste."

"Actually, I am doing that." Pamela stared at Qu Houchen closely and said, "I enjoy playing with those boys and seeing you happy, and even if I am sure that you are too difficult to deal with, I will also take illegal measures... …Didn’t I give him medicine?”

Now that you realize that if Batman is really a scumbag with no moral bottom line, I'm afraid there is a seventh way besides trying to knock me out and forcefully get into my genes.

Bruce sat in front of the barbecue and picked the meat with tongs. The meat looked very fresh, deep purple-red, and very attractive against the background of small patches of green plants.

Qu Houchen shook his head heavily and shook off the marginal associations. You lifted the hem of your nightgown, threw off two slippers on the right and left, and walked directly into Schiller with bare feet.

"What will be updated?"

"Yes, yes, you used to live in Wayne Manor and helped Talia take care of her children. You are my adopted son, but my biological son."

Pamela asked: "What's wrong?"

"Drug residue testing."

"I didn't mean to let that rumor go unchecked." Bruce rubbed his furrowed eyebrows with two fingers, and with a hint of happiness in his tone, you said, "You didn't actually get anything from me, but I made people think that you were dating a rich man, and when these people gave you trouble because of jealousy, I acted very depressed and a **** sadist."

"What is he going to do?"

"Has he discussed those issues with his professor? Bruce?" Hua Ting asked.

"Why did he come there for me?"

Qu Houchen shook his head and said: "That is your private matter."

Qu Houchen opened his eyes and said, "Of course."

The housekeeper Merkel standing on the other side of Schiller seemed to be more relaxed than when she was kidnapped. I widened my eyes and watched Qu Houchen stand up straight in the bushes, reaching out to move his crazy white hair. Pull it forward, and then brush off the leaves stuck under the silk nightgown with your hands.

It was only then that Pamela saw clearly that Schiller had placed a picnic table outside, but there was no large round paint-red barbecue stove in front of it. The fallen monstera leaves looked like Natural fan, white air conditioner looks innocent and harmful on the green background.

"Thalia sent you, but you didn't mean to come."

Pamela had to look at the meat that Bruce was processing. The color of the meat was not strange at all. It was darker than the raw meat that Bruce had seen before. It also had a lot of fascia and almost no smell of blood.

"Obviously you are." Bruce glared at Pamela and said, "This is just our rumor."

Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "Because you want the rumors to continue."

"It's not your next topic..." Hua Ting raised her voice slightly. Pamela was sure whether she heard tenderness in this high-pitched voice, but you saw Hua Ting's eyes clearly motioned to Bruce.

"People laugh at the love stories of rich people, because they can also say that these people who are not entangled with me are completely innocent." Pamela put her white hair in front of her ears and said: "A few people took my money, No one just hates the vanity of being the girlfriend of the world's richest man, but if I'm abusing those boys, that's one thing, right?"

"It seems that he is hungry but unfortunately, Gotham can't find a decent chef now. The meals are cooked by your butler, and nothing is too suitable for that season."

Qu Houchen, who was sitting in front of the stove and picking bones, raised his eyebrows at Qu Houchen, but Pamela is indeed free to play with you now. You are going crazy with hunger. Now even if there is not a whole periodic table of elements outside the pot, you You should also stop eating like crazy.

It was not shown in the intelligence, but there was still no question whether Pamela had investigated or not. Although you expected Qu Houchen to be able to uncover the information, I still asked: "Does Talia Wayne seem to have a history of marriage? ”

Bruce pursed his lips and showed a determined expression. You shook your head and said, "How can you tell the difference between this and staying up late and working hard? Please, this is another court examination."

"Has he ever eaten moose meat?" Huating finished and placed a hot meal under the plate. It was still cheese, ham, vegetable salad and other dishes. The aroma was completely masked by the cold soup outside the pot.

Borsch is indeed completely suitable for that season, but Pamela thinks there is nothing more suitable for your stomach than a low-cold vegetable soup. After all, if you fill your stomach with hot Spanish ham, you may Will eat up a pig.

"But it's just the two of you." Qu Houchen snorted hotly, before saying, "Does he know that I don't have a fiancée?"

The flower pavilion was placing plates under the picnic table. Merkel was holding a small pile of rotten leaves picked out from outside Schiller and walked closer. The two children were separated by a transparent The glass door played a game of tag, and the whistling wind blew up the cloth at the corner of the picnic table. A weak hand reached out and smoothed the wrinkles with his fingers.

"He is smaller than Anna. He was the only one who left your nightgown. Thank you for not drinking until you vomited all over your body before the party."

Pamela took a sip of the soup outside the bowl and let out an uncontrollable sigh. You can feel how much butter was put outside~IndoMTL.com~You didn’t even end up thanking Russia’s history, culture and weather. .

Of course Qu Houchen knew, but you still showed no surprise and said, "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Yes, a respectable mathematician." Huating opened Schiller's door for Pamela, and Pamela picked up the hem of her skirt with one hand and walked away in a small step.

"No matter what, Bruce." Hua Ting turned to look at Qu Houchen and said: "The professors at Gotham Elementary School will stand on the side of justice and justice. Will you stand for money or public opinion?"

At that time Pamela stood up, you smiled, your eyes flashed and said: "Professor Qu Hou, maybe you can introduce you to a bad doctor?"

Before Qu Hou brought a small wooden spoon, he served Pamela a small bowl of soup firmly. When you were sitting at the dining table with the bowl, you looked up at Huating and said, "You I thought his banquet would be more..."

Pamela raised her eyebrows. You thought you understood what Huating meant. You slowly scooped up the dry matter outside the soup with a spoon, took a few sips of the soup cautiously, and then walked out. The chairs at the dining table stood up and sat under the stool next to the barbecue stove.

"Perhaps I've got that point right." Qu Hou said while smoothing the folds of the tablecloth: "I know that society will put very little pressure on me to stand up and correct the opposite sex. People will say that they have taken advantage of it. They paid money and received expensive gifts, so they voluntarily accepted mental abuse. Going further, they will only say that they fell into the trap of worshiping money and deserved it."

But of course Batman would be wary, so Pamela knew she needed to find a way to keep me busy, in short, to give Batman some trouble.

"Are you his colleague?"