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

When Bruce drove the stylish Lamborghini to the 4S shop at the address at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, Rosie finally breathed a sigh of relief for the wronged Lamborghini, she took the seat belt, Jumped out from the passenger seat, touched the hood of the car, and said softly and with pity: "For so many years, I have wronged you."

...Bruce Wayne, who is so obedient to the traffic rules, has never driven any other car except the Batmobile.

Bruce closed the car door in an extremely chic posture, leaning his arms on the roof of the car, and made a very playboy pose. Due to the glare of the afternoon sun, he slightly squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, looking at the To Rosie, said: "I thank you for my car, Miss Mathers."

Rosie raised her eyelids to look at him, and whispered, "I thank you for myself."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Rosie coughed twice, cleared her throat, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wayne, for helping me take a picture of that necklace."

Bruce nodded with a smile, his eyes moved from her face to her neck: "Since Miss Mathers likes that necklace so much, why doesn't she wear it?"

Rosie said seriously: "Gotham is too dangerous, I'm afraid of being robbed."

Bruce: "..."

She went on to say: "As it turns out, my hunch was correct."

Bruce: "..."

The two looked at each other through a bright yellow Lamborghini, the sun swirled and danced on their hair, and several sports cars with a speed of no more than 4 kilometers per hour passed the road in front of the [-]S shop. A few sparrows flapped their wings and flew down from the sycamore tree beside the road, and landed on the roof of the Lamborghini, chirping and walking leisurely.

Bruce laughed suddenly, and said, "Is Gotham so scary in your heart?" He threw the car key in his hand, then caught it firmly, and said, "It's normal for you to think so, I heard Residents of other cities call Gotham a 'city without daylight', which is not too much of an exaggeration, the crimes you can think of are here, and the crimes you can't think of are also here."

Rosie froze for a moment, and was about to speak, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's all right, at least you're safe now." He raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became less serious again, " I will protect you, Miss Mathers."

If it were any of his ex-girlfriends standing in front of him, they would feel that this playboy was just joking, but Rosie knew what he looked like under this cynical surface, and hearing this sentence would only feel that he had never been A sense of security welled up in my heart.

When she felt this feeling, she was a little stunned.

She always felt that the sense of security could only be achieved by herself, so when she was very young, she went to help a boxing gym near Helson, earning some pocket money while learning boxing, from a weak boy who was often bullied by neighbor boys It took many, many years for the little girl to grow into a street tyrant who ran rampant in Helson. In the end, she walked in the chaotic North Brooklyn. Even if she was threatened by a strong black man, she would not feel afraid, because She can guarantee her safety by herself.

But that time when she was walking on the relatively unfamiliar Helsen Joint, when she heard the footsteps of the boss's crocodile leather shoes stepping on the ground behind her, she felt an extremely strange feeling of being protected.

Although this feeling is unfamiliar, it is not annoying.

She just took it as an additional attribute that only superheroes have.

The sparrow, which was pacing slowly on the roof of the Lamborghini, flapped its wings and flew up again, and a shadow appeared in front of Rosie's eyes. She squinted her eyes, and looked at Bruce again. At this time, she had already arranged her clothes. With a calm expression on his face, he said with a calm smile, "Then I would like to thank Mr. Wayne even more."

Bruce laughed, retracted his arm on the roof of the car, tossed the car key casually, walked around the front of the car, walked towards her, kept a very polite distance from her, and changed the topic when he spoke again: "I've been to this Maserati 4s store a few times before. To be honest, I admire the car wash workers here. They have the courage to take this order."

Rosie coughed twice: "I paid double the price."

Bruce glanced at her, and she coughed twice: "I can't drive back to New York with an unknown liquid on the front window."

In that case, she would probably hit the headlines of the social news as soon as she entered the city, and then the boss would be furious, Mrs. Mathers would exclaim, and Kailani would scream, and she would be taken to the hospital again for a comprehensive examination. The evaluation form must be filled out.

—that was really terrible.

She walked into the 4S store with her head buried, feeling the heat from Qiuhu brought by the sufficient air-conditioning in the showroom, and complained softly, "It's all because of the red hood..."

"The red hood saved Miss Mathers." Bruce said slowly behind her.

While handing the list to the receptionist at the front desk, Rosie said, "Then I will definitely thank him the next time I see him."

She looked around casually while waiting for the front desk receptionist to look through the list, and then found that Bruce had walked to the customer rest area of ​​the 4S store familiarly, sat down on the sofa slowly, crossed his long legs, and rushed to the office after hearing the news. Under the enthusiastic recommendation of the store manager who came over, I picked up the latest model brochure of this 4S store and read it with relish.

Rosie: "..."

"Miss Mathers, please come with me." The receptionist reminded in time, dispelling the infinite loop of "Whether Batman will send me to pick up the car or come here to buy the car" in her mind, and she quickly withdrew it looked at the other party, nodded with a smile, and then followed the other party to the car wash behind the exhibition hall. When she was leaving the exhibition hall, she looked back and found a black card between Bruce's index finger and middle finger. An extremely elegant gesture was handed over to the store manager standing next to his sofa.

Rosie: "..."

It seems that Batman only needs 1 minute to make a decision on buying a luxury sports car.

The workshop does not have the comfortable air-conditioning like the showroom. As soon as you enter the workshop, you can feel the smell of car engine oil entangled with the sultry air. The outermost part of the workshop is the car wash room, and several car wash workers wearing Maserati's unique black overalls I was busy facing several cars.

In such a busy workshop, a person smoking a cigarette leaning on the workshop load-bearing column is particularly eye-catching. He didn't even wear black work clothes, but only a black racer-shaped vest on his upper body, showing his strong muscles. He wore a dark blue hat with the brim pulled down so low that his eyes could not be seen, only his high nose bridge and thin lips could be seen. His smoking posture was very casual, not as deliberate as Rosie herself. He is ruffian, and he doesn't have the inherent extravagance like Tony.

When Rosie approached him, she felt that the smell of smoke was a bit familiar. It should be the Marlboro she used to smoke. She turned her head slightly, and from her angle, she could barely see the faint figure of this man under the shadow of the brim of his hat. Blue eyes, and the man quickly turned his head away, pressed the cigarette butt on the load-bearing column, then clapped his hands, and walked into the workshop.

When Rosie was looking at his back, the head of the car wash had already walked over and said with a smile, "It's Miss Mathers, yours."

The car has been washed, those parked over there, please come with me. "

Rosie withdrew her gaze and looked at the head of the car wash. The head of the shift was a short, fat man who looked to be in his fifties. He looked benevolent. He glanced in the direction Rosie was looking at before, and then said with a smile: "Coincidentally, Miss Mathers' car was washed by Jason."

"He washed it?" Rosie asked casually.

"Yeah, Jason came to take over at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Miss Mathers' car just happened to be delivered, and no one was willing to wash it, and they even kept vomiting when they saw the blood, brains, and so on. Without further ado, Jason just took off his coat and started." The team leader led Rosie forward while chattering.

Rosie kept nodding as she listened to the nagging of the team leader. In fact, on the way here, she also thought that the courageous car wash worker would take her order, but she never thought that it would be such a young man. lad.

Her McLaren was restored to its former beauty in the hands of the Marlboro-smoking Jason, and it was completely unrecognizable that it had suffered a disaster just a few hours ago. She was in the position of the hood and front window After lingering for a long time, he reached out to touch it again, then nodded, and praised Jason's professional level to the receptionist at the 4S store and the head of the car wash room, and the head of the team smiled and promised to give Jason a reward. Pack Marlboro.

Rosie was satisfied with what she heard, and she prepared to go back to the exhibition hall with the front desk receptionist to pay by card. When she walked to the door of the workshop, she saw Jason again, but this time Jason did not lean on the load-bearing column to smoke, but stood In front of the glass wall of the exhibition hall, he turned his head after hearing the footsteps of Rosie and her entourage, and the pair of blue eyes under the brim of the hat met Rosie.

Rosie looked at him for a moment, at this moment, she saw clearly the hostility and hatred in those blue eyes, she blinked in surprise, and at the next moment, Jason had put away all the anger and hatred in his eyes. Looking at her indifferently, he put his hands in the pockets of the black overalls and walked past Rosie.

Rosie turned her head and saw only his broad back and short black hair protruding from under the dark blue hat. She frowned and turned her head again. Through a glass wall, she saw him about ten meters away. , Bruce, who was sitting leisurely on the sofa in the showroom, chatting with the store manager.

Just now... that Jason, who was watching, was Bruce?