My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Wei Chen had no idea what happened in the Invisible Human Residence.

Although he almost guessed the result.

When he got home, he pushed open the door and found that Harper hadn't slept yet.

She was wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the sofa, her eyes sparkling.

"It's great, you're back my dear. Leslie was clamoring to see you just now!"

Harper was wearing a pink nightgown and holding a real estate leaflet. He was flipping through it carefully. When he saw Wei Chen pushing the door in, he immediately stepped forward and took his arm happily.

"Where is Leslie now?"

Wei Chen looked around the house and found no sign of Leslie.

"She fell asleep."

Harper blinked.

Wei Chen nodded, put his mouth close to Harper, and closed his eyes.

Harper thought he was asking for a kiss, so he leaned over and stamped him.

"Er...Harper, although I'm very happy with your actions, I'll allow me to prepare in advance next time."

Wei Chen pretended to be surprised.

Harper was embarrassed and angry, "It's obviously you... who came together."

Wei Chen spread his hands, "I just wanted to hear if you sipped whiskey today, why..."

Harper didn't wait for Wei Chen to finish speaking, but he rushed forward with his fist raised.

......

"What's this?"

After some frolic, Wei Chen found the coloring page in Harper's hand.

"Aren't you going to buy a manor on Long Island? This is a promotional leaflet sent to me by someone from the real estate company."

"It seems you like it very much."

"Of course, like in Downton Abbey, I can ride a horse."

Harper had developed a fantasy.

Matthew and Mary, two people who love each other walking together on the streets of spring day, the outside is bright and the heart is full of joy.

Behind it is the Manor of Dawn, and the sky is dark blue.

Everything looks so beautiful!

(Matthew and Mary: a couple in the British drama "Downton Abbey")

Wei Chen didn't notice Harper's charming fantasy, took the coloring page in her hand, and took a closer look.

The coloring page outlines a huge building, a court-style mansion in a Tudor style, with a concave and convex surface and beautifully carved decorations.

Surrounded by well-tended gardening flowers, scattered bushes and bushes, a winding path leads to the majestic mansion.

"Hmm, it looks pretty good."

Wei Chen put the coloring page on the table.

Yes, he decided to buy a house.

This place is too small, not only unsuitable for multiple activities, but also some private activities cannot be carried out.

For example, he wants to build a small underground secret base, which is simply impossible in the bustling New York City.

So he set his sights on Long Island.

The luxury manor that I am looking at, located in the eastern part of Long Island, is priced at $15.79 million.

Grayson also enthusiastically hired a housekeeper for him, who I heard is a professional who has been in the housekeeping service industry for more than 30 years.

Thanks to Wei Chen's prophets, the company has achieved great success in the stock market and emerging technology investments, and has begun to make a name for itself in New York.

So Grayson became extra generous.

Not only a professional butler, but also a French chef was hired for him.

He is responsible for all the salaries.

Capitalist society is really extravagant!

After a little sense, Wei Chen accepted it with peace of mind.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Wei Chen sat at the table, flipping through the latest newspaper

The subtitle of the "New York Times" is: An attack on a high-priced luxury apartment, Queen Maeve and the invisible man team up to capture the enemy!

The newspaper divided more than half of the pages for Maeve, who was full of spring breeze.

She couldn't see her look of disgraced face last night at all.

The newspaper reported that the perpetrator had been captured, but the perpetrator was reading the newspaper leisurely here, which must be said to be an irony.

"Humph! Ha!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from outside the window.

It's Leslie practicing the sword!

Harper put a bottle of milk on the table and looked at Leslie outside the window, frowning, "Leslie's swordsmanship teacher told her not to practice swords alone, otherwise no one can correct her bad habits. "

Wei Chen was a little surprised, "You even hired a swordsman teacher for her? I thought you, as a guardian, would let her go to a noble school!"

Harper shook his head, "The way she is now, everyone believes my sister. Going to school or something, poor little Leslie, may just be a dream."

The sentimental Harper worries for Leslie again.

"Don't worry, if she doesn't go to school, her happy mouth is grinning to the sky. How's her culture class going?"

Poor Wei Chen, he has to worry about his parents before he gets married.

Even if his so-called "daughter" looks the same age as him. If two people are walking on the street, it is estimated that 99% of people will think that they are a couple.

"The grades are good. The tutor said she is very smart, but she is not focused on studying."

"Forehead......"

Wei Chen recalled that when he was a child, the school teachers also evaluated him in the same way.

What a cycle of fate!

In the courtyard, Leslie was wearing loose sweatpants, his long hair tied up, and he held a Vladimir steel sword in his hand to practice furious slashing.

Under her powerful swing, the one-meter-long steel sword flew like silver lightning.

The fierce and rapid sword wind swayed open space, and then beheaded all the imaginary enemies in front of him.

Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the power contained in it~www.wuxiax.com~ It is daunting and dare not approach.

"Too many useless actions, Leslie!"

Wei Chen stopped Jian Ji, who was sweating.

When Leslie saw Wei Chen coming, he immediately retracted his sword and ran to his side happily.

"I thought Uncle Eric was going to fool around outside again!"

"Leslie, children can't use the word 'fool'."

Wei Chen said seriously.

"I've grown up! I'm the same age as Sister Harper."

Leslie pouted and muttered softly.

"Ahem, Leslie... The sword just now, the practice method is wrong."

Seeing that the topic was in danger of getting out of control, Wei Chen immediately forcibly corrected it.

"Really? Uncle Eric still has a Western long sword?"

Leslie widened her eyes.

"Uncle knows everything, especially about martial arts."

Wei Chen pretended to be coercive again.

He had joined the HEMA club with his friends, and he knew a little about long sword practice, so it shouldn't be a problem to teach beginner Leslie.

"Wear knee pads and shoulder pads, put on a protective mask, Leslie, raise your steel sword, and fight with me."

The so-called cross sword means that one side attacks with a downward slash, and the other responds with a defensive downward slash. The two sides collide with steel swords to gain control and suppress each other.

By exchanging swords, we can conduct instant sparring, and decide who has the higher sword skills.

"Really? I'm very powerful, Uncle Eric. The teacher and me exchanged swords, and the steel sword flew out, almost hurting him. Is it really okay?"

The corners of Wei Chen's mouth were trembling a little, and Leslie in our family was developing more and more in the direction of the strange force.

"It's okay, just come!"