Chapter 1812: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Four)

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

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

Unless they didn't drift in from the hallway.

Thalia pressed her middle finger and ring finger on her still aching forehead. She walked to the window with disheveled clothes and messy hair, and opened the heavy curtains with a wave of her arm. Suddenly, a strong fragrance rushed into her 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 damn 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 still wanted to Eat a lot because she is really hungry.

Under normal circumstances, hunger is not a problem. Thalia can even remain motionless when delicious food is placed in front of her and she is so hungry that she is close 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, or it breaks. Or after relaxing, you find that you have lost your elasticity and can no longer be so tight.

There is no limit to the human spirit. 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 almost equivalent to using a piano bow to play a song below. 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 avoids the topic, but you think 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: "Of course not, you also want to hold a banquet like this, 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 make the meat spoil extremely slowly. "

"Obviously another victim." The short knife used for deboning was pierced under the flesh of the calf. Bruce raised his head without any gloominess, continued his actions and said: "Of course, the whole world thinks that my romance is natural. Yes, is he too busy or 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 or something."

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

Huating gave up his position, and Qu Houchen stretched out his head and looked out of the pot with a good-natured look. Very bad, you will feel that the housekeeper named Merkel is not wrong in any way. If you are sure that I am really one of these strong British guys, in You 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 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. Said: "Looks like you're all in a little 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'm doing that." Pamela stared closely at Qu Houchen and said, "I enjoy playing with those boys and seeing you happy, and even if I'm sure you are too difficult to deal with, I will also take illegal measures...I didn't 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 more?"

"Yes, you used to live in Wayne Manor and helped Thalia take care of the child. You were 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 let people So I thought, you fell in love with a rich man, and when these people gave you trouble because of jealousy, I acted very depressed, a damn sadist."

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"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's your private matter."

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

Merkel, the housekeeper standing on the other side of Schiller, looked more relaxed than when she was kidnapped. I widened my eyes and watched Qu Houchen stand up straight in the bushes, reaching out to push his wild white hair forward. Then he brushed off the leaves stuck under his silk nightgown with his hands.

Only then did Pamela see 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 fans. , the white air conditioner looks innocent and harmful on the green background.

"Thalia sent you, 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 fiercely and said, "This is just our rumor."

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

"It's not your topic anymore..." Hua Ting raised his voice slightly. Pamela was sure whether she heard tenderness in this high-pitched voice, but you saw Hua Ting clearly indicating with his eyes. On blues.

"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, and no one took it." I just hate the vanity that comes with being the girlfriend of the world's richest man, but it's another thing if I'm abusing those boys, right?"

"It looks like he's hungry but unfortunately, Gotham can't find a decent chef now. The meals are cooked by your butler. 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 an entire periodic table of elements outside the pot, you will still be crazy. Eating is stopping.

None of the intelligence showed anything, but there was still no question whether Pamela had investigated or not. Although you were hoping that Qu Houchen would 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 hot food under the plate. It was still cheese, ham, vegetable salad and other dishes. The aroma was completely covered up by the cold soup outside the pot.

Borscht is indeed perfect for that season, but Pamela doesn't think there is anything more suitable for your stomach than a cold vegetable soup. After all, if you fill your stomach with hot Spanish ham, you may eat it all. A pig.

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

The flower pavilion was putting plates under the picnic table. Merkel was holding a small pile of rotten leaves picked out from Schiller and walking closer. Two children were playing through the transparent glass door. During the game of tag, the whistling wind blew up the cloth at the corner of the picnic table, and a weak hand stretched out to smooth out the wrinkles with his fingers.

"His stature is smaller than Anna's. 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 could feel that there was not much butter outside, and you didn't even finish thanking Russia's history, culture and weather.

Of course Qu Houchen knew, but you still didn't show any surprise and said, "Are you 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 sat at the dining table with the bowl, you looked up at Huating and said, "Do you think he The banquet will 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, cautiously took a few sips of the soup, and then took a drink from the picnic table. The chair stood up and sat under the large stool next to the barbecue stove.

"Perhaps I've got that point right." Qu Hou said as he smoothed the folds of the tablecloth: "I know that society will put very little pressure on me to stand up and correct my sexual incompatibility, and people will say that they were paid to accept it. They received expensive gifts, so they voluntarily accepted mental abuse. Going further, it would only mean 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?"