Chapter 2

Lyon's face was as dark as a new Big Mac.

An Li leaned against the door, holding her bag in one hand, and said with a professional fake smile, "Hi."

Leon didn't want to settle the score with An Li because of this matter. An Li's cruel and unscrupulous nature was something he had experienced before. She simply didn't care about his notoriously mean and poisonous tongue.

He rolled his eyes and looked at her with his nose. "Go and tidy up. Remember to draw thicker."

"Actually, I …"

"You're not going back on your word, are you?

By the way, the salary you mentioned just now can be considered as for me — "

An Li interrupted him and said sincerely, "I'll go and draw it now.

I promise I'll draw Cleopatra. "

…

An Li sat in front of the dressing table to put on her makeup, and the little guys in the bag were ready to move.

After rummaging through the bag for a long time, they accidentally opened the loose powder and choked on it, sneezing continuously.

However, the sound was too soft for An Li to hear at all.

She put on her lipstick and pursed her lips.

According to Lyon, this banquet was an opportunity he had fought hard for. In addition to An Li, there were also a few artists with thriving careers.

She was like a pile of mud, but Leon insisted that she should be slapped on the wall to dry, so An Li had no choice but to agree listlessly.

She hadn't had dinner yet, and she could eat some cold food later.

It was raining harder outside.

In the dark night, the raindrops hit the ground and soon gathered into water and flowed into the sewer.

The high-rise buildings were shining brightly under the lights and LED billboards. An Li always felt that a lazy person like her didn't fit in with a bustling city like New York.

Luxurious sports cars were parked at the entrance, and elegantly dressed men and women walked out.

An Li followed in her high heels. The waiter took her coat. She loosened her long hair and blended into the lively banquet.

An Li went straight to the cold food.

The table was filled with all kinds of pastries and snacks, as well as champagne.

Of course, she wouldn't embarrass Lyon. She just quietly consumed the plates of oysters beside her at an inconspicuous speed.

During this time, several gentlemen approached An Li to strike up a conversation, but were politely rejected by her.

If the manager saw this, he would probably be so angry that he would ascend to heaven on the spot.

She tilted her head back and drank a glass of red wine. There was a little lipstick stain on the glass, which An Li wiped off with a tissue.

An unfamiliar voice asked from behind, "How about oysters?"

"Not bad, it's very fresh.

It would be even better if there were more varieties. "

The other party chuckled and said, "I will instruct the housekeeper."

An Li was stunned and raised her eyebrows slightly.

She didn't know who was hosting this gathering, but to be able to be the host of such a place, he or she must be of high status.

She turned around and saw a tall man standing half a meter away from her. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his body proportions were excellent. It was obvious that he had worked out on a daily basis.

He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of champagne. Through the golden liquid, An Li saw a pair of deep eyes stained with an intoxicating champagne color. He was a gentle and casual man.

He wasn't easy to deal with.

That was An Li's first impression of him.

"I don't do deals." An Li went straight to the point. She didn't want to offend the other party.

There was a faint warmth in his eyes as he looked at everyone, as if nothing was worth his attention.

He smiled and raised his glass to An Li. "What a coincidence, me too."

It was good that they had reached a consensus.

"I'm Bruce Wayne. May I know your name, madam?"

"An Li."

Even An Li, who wasn't interested in scandals in the entertainment industry, knew about Bruce Wayne. He was a playboy, and many popular actresses and models had scandals with him.

There were countless people who wanted to be slept with by him.

At this moment, An Li could already feel the prying gazes of several unfamiliar women around her.

The two of them chatted politely, and it seemed that Bruce Wayne was a little interested in her.

But soon, a few beautiful women with gorgeous figures walked over. Without even looking at An Li, they pulled Wayne away with a smile on their faces.

An Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Her manager asked in a gloomy voice, "What happened to you just now?"

An Li was shocked. "When did you come?"

"You didn't even accept Bruce Wayne's olive branch." He gritted his teeth. "Tell me, who else in America is richer than him?"

"Stark and …"

"Go to hell."

*

Seeing that Lyon was about to lose his temper, An Li ran away with the excuse of going to the bathroom. On the way back, she passed by the balcony and heard a burst of laughter. An Li pretended not to see it and walked over. While she was striding, something seemed to be struggling in her bag and it shook forward. An Li stumbled and knelt on the ground, and her bag flew far away.

Her kneeling posture highlighted her seductive and tight figure. Her waist was thin and her buttocks were round, which made her look even more charming.

The women around Bruce Wayne cursed inwardly, thinking that she was doing it on purpose to attract attention.

An Li's elbow hurt, and she couldn't help frowning.

Then, she heard the sound of leather shoes hitting the tiles. It was getting closer and closer until it was in front of her.

A hand reached out. "Are you okay?"

The hand was slender and bony, but what surprised An Li was that there was a layer of calluses on each fingertip. It looked like someone who often did physical work.

She held the hand and stood up, and Wayne handed her bag.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

"You should take a slow walk if you eat too much, Miss An Li."

An Li: "…" Very good, he hadn't forgotten about her.

An Li held onto her bag. Just as she was about to say some polite words and leave, the bag in her hand suddenly caused her to stumble forward. Her head bumped into Wayne's chest. In the eyes of others, it was no different from throwing herself into his arms.

The latter's chest was much harder than she had imagined. It was hard even through the fabric.

Bruce Wayne very graciously put his arms around her so that Anlee could steady herself.

What made An Li embarrassed was that the two of them were really close together, and she couldn't move.

Strange, was there something in the bag?

An Li was a little distracted. Was there a dog hiding inside?

Impossible, the bag was so light. If there was an animal in it, it must have heard the movement.

So the question was, what was it that was causing all this trouble?

Bruce Wayne's expression became a little strange.

He could feel something below An Li pushing against his thigh, and it was moving slightly.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Are you a man?"

An Li was shocked.

She thought that he was mocking her for not having big breasts and immediately retorted.

"You're the man!"

Wayne: "…???"

Just as An Li was about to say something, the things in her bag poked at Wayne again. His face froze for the first time in ten thousand years.

This time, An Li also felt that something was wrong. She immediately took a few steps back and said innocently, "It seems like … there's something in my bag."

As she said that, the thing in the bag bumped against each other.

The surrounding female guests screamed in fright and hurriedly stepped back.

An Li was also shocked, but she was much calmer.

She motioned for everyone to retreat and said, "Let me see what it is."

"Let me do it."

Bruce Wayne took her bag, grabbed An Li's arm, and pulled her behind him. "At this time, men first."

The bodyguards quickly received the news and rushed over, surrounding the spacious place.

In the quiet space, only the zipper was opened. Wayne lowered his head and was suddenly stunned.

"What is it?" An Li was a little nervous.

"Roman numerals."

"Numerals???"

"A seven, a two, a six, two …" Before he could finish, the numbers in the bag rushed out. He nimbly grabbed one in each hand, and the only one that escaped the net jumped onto him. Amid everyone's exclamations, the black number five leaned against his shoulder and rubbed against it.

An Li: "…"

Wayne: "…"

The onlookers: "…"

The remaining numbers were also rubbing against his hand like a group of spoiled children.

A woman immediately exclaimed and asked, "Bruce, is this your pet?

That's incredible! "

An Li blinked and signaled to him with her eyes. "?"

Although Bruce Wayne hadn't figured out the situation yet, it was obviously inappropriate to leave these strange things in the hotel.

He nodded calmly and said, "I'll take them back first."

Thus, the young Mr. Batman, who hadn't adopted a son yet, already had to experience the strange adoptive father (?)

Life.

…

An Li watched as he left. Her mind was filled with questions about how those unknown playthings had gotten into her bag.

She recalled the strange numbers that seemed to have been written by hand. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and immediately took out the lawyer's piece of paper with the phone number written on it.

There was nothing on the paper.