The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 117

When Song Mo went downstairs, Bruce Wayne had already gone to the Batcave, and only Alfred was still tidying the stove in the kitchen.

The old butler cooks Chinese food today. There are chopsticks, spoons, knives and forks next to the rice, and a bowl of General Tso’s chicken in the middle. To be honest, the Chinese food cooked by an Englishman is not so authentic. After localization, it even has the taste There is a big difference, but Song Mo has never lived in China, so he doesn't know what is authentic.

At least compared to many British chefs, Alfred's craftsmanship is definitely much better.

The old housekeeper brought over a cup of jujube seed tea: "Nothing is more effective for hangovers than this."

Song Mo looked at the cup of reddish-brown strong tea, took a sip and put it aside calmly: "Thank you."

The old butler didn't say anything, and turned around to continue cleaning the sink. The retro phonograph in the living room played a symphony. He seemed in a good mood and even hummed a few words along with it.

After dinner, Song Mo went back to the guest room to take a shower, and after making sure that there was no residual smell of alcohol on his body, he changed into the clothes Alfred had prepared newly.

At 01:30 noon, when Bruce Wayne returned from the Batcave to the living room of Wayne Manor, the young man was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"The Brave Batman".

Bruce Wayne: "..."

He turned around and handed the design draft of the new suit to Alfred, then stopped in front of the young man: "You can watch other programs that are more nutritious."

After a lunch, Song Mo had obviously walked out of the baptism of "The Brave Batman" from the ecstasy state at noon.The young man looked up at him, and then cut a stage.

Entertainment show host: "Bruce Wayne's love history is revealed! Today's program team is honored to invite the longest dating girlfriend among the richest man in Gotham. Welcome our Ukrainian pianist——"

Listening to the host and the female guest on the show deliberately lead the topic to some directions that can instantly win the ratings, Bruce Wayne: "..."

Apparently Song Mo didn't have any interest in watching other people talk about Bruce on the show, which is a very gentlemanly topic no matter what the occasion, so he turned off the TV: "Are you going to the company, boss?"

Bruce nodded.

After a day of sorting out the data at Wayne Enterprises' mid-level and high-level meeting, today is the session of the summary meeting. In any case, as the chairman of the group, it is impossible for him to be absent.

The black sports car drove out of Crescent Bay and parked in the underground garage of Wayne Enterprises four or ten minutes later.Ms. Jinfuni, who was waiting at the elevator door after getting the notice that Bruce had left, looked at the two people who came out of the driver's seat and the passenger seat almost at the same time, and they looked at each other when they got off the car.

The little blond lady, who had weathered the storm, thought it was not a big deal anymore.

"Mr. Fox is on leave today, boss." Jin Funi dutifully handed a document to Bruce Wayne at the first time, "So this time you may have to replace him to give a summary speech after the meeting."

Bruce took over the complicated and lengthy speech document, and he was obviously aware of Fox's leave.This old gentleman who earns a salary that many people may not be able to earn for several years is thinking about retirement every day, but he probably knows that he will not have that opportunity for at least five years, so after saving enough for three years After a month's vacation, I simply took my family to travel abroad.

Throw all the company's affairs back to Bruce Wayne.

"Actually, you can leave those matters to Bangya." In the elevator, Song Mo leaned over to Bruce and whispered, "I read yesterday's news, and you all cooperated quite tacitly."

Bruce doesn't deny that Song Mo's brain is really useful, but he can't rely on Bangya every day, especially the situation of young people on earth is not safe. It's more important for that brain to stay by his side than to be ordered to do other things value.

Bruce Wayne: "The research on the artificial intelligence brain has been approved in the technology application department half a year ago." After the man finished speaking, he added, "I can spare more time for a convenient service."

The young man beside him squinted his eyes and smiled: "What are you using it for?"

Bruce: "See a movie?"

Behind them, Ginfly listened numbly to their group boss spending billions on a project just to reduce his workload that skyrocketed after Fox took leave to accompany his special assistant to watch movies-even though the project was very promising Considerable, if the research and development is successful, it can even lead to a new era of intelligence in Gotham and even the world, but at least for now, what their conversation sounds like is just that.

The blond lady said to herself again, she has been through wind and rain, these are small scenes.

The three of them stepped into the meeting room one after the other, and it was already full of people. Except for the seats of the chairman of the group and the special assistant to the chairman, only Fox and the assistant to the president who had asked for leave were vacant.

The rhythm of the meeting is still controlled by Jin Funi. The young lady is quite talented in controlling the field. It is still the process of each department head stepping up to the stage to summarize the content of the previous meeting.

Song Mo listened for the first 10 minutes, then lowered his head and put his hands in his notebook to play Chaoying Xiaoxiao.

As the chairman of the group, Bruce Wayne watched his employees desert in front of him on such an important meeting occasion, and straightened up blankly.

The tall figure blocked half of the young man's body, and even the other senior executives behind him could only see the elbow of the chairman's assistant writing hard.

Jin Funi, who stood obliquely behind the two of them and had a panoramic view of everything: "..."

The meeting lasted for two and a half hours, and the last half hour was the president's concluding speech. The chairman of the group who replaced the president stood at the front of the conference table.

The conference-specific microphone held by the hand that is proportional to the height looks like a children's toy. The unique appearance and the aura built up with experience and money are simply natural, free-roaming male hormones.

Song Mo listened carefully to the man's speech with a full face.

In my mind: "Bangya."

Bangya: "If you say another word, I will shut down the phone on the spot."

Song Mo had no choice but to stare at the podium with more serious eyes.

In the middle of the summary, Bruce took a look at Song Mo while the people around were flipping through the documents.

The young man had a serious expression, as if he was really listening to him. Just now when he was speaking, he could applaud and nod with the people around him, and occasionally reached out to take some notes on the paper.

In fact, the eyes in the eyes are fluttering.

Sensing Bruce's gaze, he came back to his senses, and after noticing that everyone around him was looking down for the words the chairman of the group had just said in the document, he reached out and picked up the bottle of water by Bruce's table, unscrewed the cap and drank Take a sip.

Just as Bruce was about to look away, he saw that the young man not only didn't hold back, but also with some kind of suggestion, stretched out his bright red tongue to lick the water droplets on the bottle.

The glass-colored eyes seemed to have hooks, and they were full of provocation.

There was the sound of high-level people turning pages in his ears. Bruce frowned and looked back unabashedly after being provoked.

Even if someone looks up now, they will only feel that this is just a normal looking at each other.

On the surface, it seems that the chairman is telling his assistant to write down some important things with his eyes. This can only show the tacit understanding of their work, but in fact it is a contest between obscenity and obscenity.

In the end, the inexperienced Song Mo was defeated.

While calmly withdrawing his gaze and looking down at the notebook, he carefully held down the heart that was about to jump out of his throat.

Bruce continued his speech in a serious manner.

After the meeting ended, the two of them returned to the chairman's office on the roof. Just as the door was closed, the young man jumped onto the man and kissed him forcefully.

His back was pressed against the cold wooden door of the office, and the hand on the man's shoulder crumpled his high-end suit. Bruce had to stretch out his hand to support it, and after confirming that the young man would not fall, he stretched out the other arm to hold his hand. The back of the head regains control of the initiative.

After the kiss, Song Mo panted, his waist softened by the kiss, and he leaned on the man's shoulder: "Tonight, to your house or to my house? My roommate won't come back today."

Bruce paused, then squeezed the young man's waist a little harder, and said in a low voice, "Can't you think of something else in your mind?"

Song Mo looked up at him: "For example?"

The hot breath was intertwined, and the man smiled: "I bought you a piece of land."

Song Mo's mind is now full of some pornographic waste, and he couldn't break free from the sudden change of topic for a while. Hearing this, he was stunned: "Why are you buying me land?"

He heard the man say, "I'll build a clock tower on it then."

Song Mo: "Like Wayne Clock Tower?"

The Wayne Clock Tower has been a symbol of the Wayne family's status in Gotham City since the days of old Thomas.

Bruce smiled.

"How about in the name of the future Mrs. Wayne?"

After sorting out all the materials for this summary meeting, Jin Funi took the documents and went to the office on the top floor. Looking at the locked office door, she subconsciously reached out to knock on the door.

Then rationality stopped her movements in mid-air.

Whether or not to reach out and knock on the door is caught in the struggle of a qualified employee's professionalism.