Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

When night fell, the party that Harry Osborn said was neither too young nor too loud began.

Rosie was still immersed in studying the information of the Wayne Group, when several clusters of colorful lights burst into her field of vision, at the same time, a faint sound of music came in through the windows and curtains.

She put the computer aside, stood up from the table, opened the curtains, and saw that the swimming pool in the next yard was surrounded by men and women wearing various swimsuits. Most of them were teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen, and some Still holding champagne glasses in their hands, they gathered in twos and threes to talk and play games.

Rosie raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect it to be a pool party.

She thought about it carefully, and it seemed that she only had the black one-piece swimsuit she wore during swimming lessons, which was obviously not in the same style as the three-point sexy bikini in that pool.

At this time, her mobile phone beside the desk lamp rang. She fished it over, pressed the connect button, and put it to her ear. The boss's deep and magnetic voice came from there: "Wayne Group How is your research going?"

She frowned, and took the phone out of her ear to look at it. After seeing "Boss 3" on the caller ID, she frowned even more, annoyed why she didn't have the habit of checking the caller ID in advance, so she could only breathe out Out of breath, he put the computer on his cheek and let out a "huh".

"Secretary Mathers, your attitude is not good." The boss said slowly, "How could you dismiss your boss with an 'um'? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't you report to me right away that you concluded from these materials? Is it the point of coming out?"

Rosie was serious: "Boss, as you said, the most important thing about being your secretary is that you don't like you."

Tony: "..."

A few seconds later, the boss spoke again: "Secretary Mathers, your work attitude must be separated from your personal attitude. Even if you don't like me, an excellent secretary must have the same qualities."

Rosie was expressionless: "I'm afraid that if I get too close to you, boss, I will fall in love with you involuntarily."

Tony: "..."

Tony: "...you've watched too many bloody TV series."

Rosie: "No, I never watch romantic dramas."

"Then what do you like to watch?"

"Just some food dramas." Rosie said casually.

There seems to be some interest from Tony: "I remember that I participated in the same meeting with Mr. Mathers many years ago. He seemed to be showing off a treasure, holding a photo of you in high school and telling the participants His daughter is so well-behaved and sensible, but she is not in good health. He is absolutely right not to let his daughter get tired, and she won't even let her learn to cook... So, you learned all your cooking skills from TV dramas? "

Rosie: "..."

"Which TV series?" The boss seemed eager to try it.

Rosie stretched out her other hand and rubbed between her eyebrows: ""Hannibal"."

I trust you: "..."

After more than ten seconds of silence, the boss finally let out a long sigh: "I can't go on talking, it really is too difficult to build a good relationship with the secretary."

Rosie shrugged. She didn't know why the boss was so obsessed with getting along with the secretary. She was hanging up the phone when she suddenly realized that she was now Tony Stark's secretary. It's a pity.

She made up her mind, coughed twice, and asked tentatively, "Is the boss going out today?"

"Huh?" Tony seemed a little strange, "It's late at night, where should I go?"

"There should be a lot of places the boss can go." Rosie counted the names of several well-known clubs she had heard from Harry, "What's 'Hudson River', 'Long Island'?" The light'la..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." After Tony stopped, he sighed and said solemnly, "That's where I used to go, now I don't want to have fun, I just want to improve my uniform, tonight I , belongs to the laboratory."

"Okay." Rosie nodded, "What about Captain America."

"Steve is in the hospital."

"Where's the Black Widow?"

"Visiting sick."

"Where's Hawkeye?"

"Put the kids to bed at home."

"Where's Hulk?"

"..." Tony was silent for a while, "How would I know what Hulk is doing, sleep in Dr. Banner's body, wait..." He changed his tone, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Rosie smiled: "Today's superheroes are so busy, who will protect New York?"

Today's superheroes are too busy to protect New York, so the urban legend of the night witch flew from Manhattan to Brooklyn with a giggle. She held a bottle of red wine in her hand and poured it along the main road towards the traffic on both sides of the driveway. When people were drenched in wine, they all looked up and could only see the afterimage of a broom in the sky, like a comet passing by, bringing out a glowing cloud in the night where the lights were flickering.

Then the cloud turned into wine that smelled of grapes and sprinkled them all over their faces.

……

After spilling most of the 82-year-old red wine stolen from her former boss's house, Rosie flew over a nightclub in Brooklyn and began to look for her former boss. She stopped on the roof of the printing company opposite the nightclub, Sitting on the edge of the roof, he shook the wine bottle in his hand and found that there was still a little liquid in the bottle, so he pointed the mouth of the bottle to his mouth without thinking, and drank it with his head raised.

After she drank the cold liquid, she froze for a moment, then raised her hand, looking at the empty wine bottle in her hand with horror.

In the eyes of everyone, Rosie should be a gentle and timid girl suffering from a congenital disease, so naturally she doesn't smoke or drink.

Rosie, a former delinquent girl who has been in Brooklyn for many years, followed the teachings of the system when she first started. She neither smoked nor drank. Every day, the male classmates had a cigarette in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. I can only watch helplessly and swallow my saliva, and after finishing the nightly tasks with difficulty every night, I have a crazy dream of myself driving after drinking.

Even hellokitty's round eyes seemed to be filled with deep pity.

Later, although he secretly hid cigarettes at home and secretly smoked a few from time to time, he seldom touches alcohol.

Not for anything else, just because although she likes wine, she can't hold it very well, and she likes to talk nonsense when she is drunk.

For the sake of safety, I can only reluctantly give up.

But just now, she seemed to have found the time when she followed the group of friends in the car and drank beer, and when she was drunk and smashed the bottle, she didn't think too much, just opened her mouth to drink. After drinking, she only felt that her heart had started to be violent. Jumping up, the gaudy nightclub sign on the opposite side has also begun to slowly twist into the hellokitty chandelier on her ceiling.

Rosie hiccupped, then immediately covered her mouth, threw the wine bottle in her hand far away, and retreated as quickly as if she was hiding from the source of the plague. After she backed to the end, she realized that the wine had already been drunk It's over, it's useless for her to hide from the wine bottle.

She breathed out the smell of alcohol and waved her hand, the broom flew to her side with a "swish", she held the wooden handle of the broom with one hand, and said in bits and pieces: "Drunk driving will be bad... She said and shook her head vigorously, "Anyway, there is no traffic police in the sky to check me."

She decided to fly back to her former boss's house to steal another manhole cover before she got completely drunk, hastily finished today's nightly tasks, and hurried to Harry's pool party.

Rosie struggled to get on the broom, and when she was about to take off into the air, she suddenly felt something strangely tactile sticking between her bare shoulder blades on her back. She grabbed the broom tightly, turned her head, and saw a man in red The man in the blue tights stood at the other end of the roof. He stretched out his right hand, and a gleaming silver spider thread stretched from his wrist to her back.

Rosie: "..."

"Aha, finally let me find you, Night Witch." The person in tights said in a very clear and clear boyish voice, "I have been waiting for you every day for the past two days, and today I am waiting for you. Late to my best friend's party, you know, it sucks, but it's worth it, at least I found you today. I don't mean anything to you, after all, you didn't do anything Damn things, well, you don’t seem to believe it, but it’s okay, I just want to ask you, have you been following Rosie Mathers who lives on Lexington Avenue, if so, I hope you leave She stays away..."

Rosie, who faintly felt dizzy: "..."

What if there are no superheroes protecting New York today?

The author has something to say: I wanted to double-update today, but I came back late, and I couldn’t resist the sleepiness. I’m sorry qaq

I will make up for it tomorrow.

sorry!bow!