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

Until the checkout time, Rosie was still thinking about the look in Jason's eyes that she saw at that moment, so that Bruce came up behind her, leaned into her ear, and said, "Do you want to go to Miss Mathers?" Have dinner at a nearby restaurant", she was taken aback and almost touched the pistol/gun out of the system space. When she saw the edge of Bruce's blue tie, she immediately came back to her senses and shook it Wrist, pretending to be calm: "Mr. Wayne bought a car?"

Bruce looked at her dangling wrist, and smiled: "I've bought it, and I'll come pick up the car in three days." He paused, and then said, "Did Mathers take out something just now?"

Rosie blinked her eyes and smiled sincerely: "No, I'm just a little scared, almost elbowed..."

"A weak lady like Miss Mathers shouldn't make fists at every turn." Bruce raised one eyebrow.

Rosie was about to say something when the cashier handed her card back to her. She immediately took her bank/card and put it back in her bag. Then she looked up at Bruce and whispered: " I have to be back in New York before eight o'clock at night, so I won't be having dinner here."

"Why did you rush back to New York before eight o'clock?" Bruce asked casually with a smile.

Rosie's voice became even softer: "The boss wants to check the post."

Bruce didn't hear clearly at first, but when he came to his senses, he was stunned for a moment, smiled randomly, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Stark really cares about his secretary."

Rosie had reservations about this: "No, Mr. Stark is very kind if he didn't block my way home with durians." After she finished speaking, she paused and suddenly thought of a question, " How does Mr. Wayne know that my boss is Mr. Stark?"

Bruce patted Rosie on the shoulder: "Miss Mathers, there are still many things you don't know."

If it wasn't for the premise that the world can't collapse, then Rosie must be looking at Bruce with rolled eyes at this time. She really wants to tell him, sorry, not only do I know that you are wearing a playboy's vest , I also know that you are Batman. There is a Batcave under your manor, and your Batmobile is parked inside. When the Batlight pierces the night, you will become the Dark Knight of Gotham, driving the Batmobile. Going on a rampage to catch all kinds of mental patients who escaped from Arkham.

When Bruce accompanied Rosie to pick up the car, another batch of workers changed in the car wash. The shift leader said that the car wash was on shifts. The previous workers probably went to smoke or eat. Rosie took a look at the car wash. , did not find the figure wearing a hat and a vest, and when he was about to ask the squad leader, Bruce beside him asked, "Is Miss Mathers looking for something?"

Rosie turned to look at him, shook her head, thought for a while, and asked, "Mr. Wayne, do you know a man named Jason?"

Bruce laughed, "I know a lot of Jasons."

Rosie frowned and recalled for a few seconds, and then said: "It's a young man, tall, with black hair, blue eyes, and looks like he has a bad temper."

After listening to her description, the smile on Bruce's face froze for a few seconds. Although the change in expression was very subtle, Rosie was keenly aware of it. She lowered her eyes and didn't speak. The way Jason looked at Bruce, maybe his girlfriend was robbed by the domineering president Bruce.

Just when Rosie was brainstorming, Bruce had adjusted his expression. He laughed a few times and said, "I suddenly thought of an old person who has passed away, so I lost my composure. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's a blessing to see Mr. Wayne lose his composure." Rosie said teasingly. She opened the driver's door of the McLaren and was about to get into the car when she suddenly thought of something. Question, paused for a moment, then looked up at Bruce who was standing at the front of the car, "Why did Mr. Wayne insist that I come to Gotham to thank you?"

Bruce half-closed his eyes and smiled: "I wonder why a young girl who looks so weak can carry a gun with her when she goes to a charity auction."

Rosie's eyes widened for a moment, and she looked at Bruce in shock.

Bruce stretched out his right hand, made a soothing gesture, and said, "Don't be nervous, Miss Mathers, I'm just a little curious. You know, most guests don't bring guns in person on such occasions, so some Curious about the true identity of Miss Mathers."

Rosie felt as if a thread had suddenly snapped in her head, the smile on her face became forced, and she stammered, "That...is to protect myself..."

Bruce tilted his head mischievously and nodded: "It makes sense."

"So, it's just a coincidence." Rosie clenched her fist with her right hand and coughed against her lips, "Mr. Wayne is worrying too much."

Bruce nodded pretending to be stern: "Yes, it's all a coincidence, and it also caused Miss Mathers to almost encounter an accident in Gotham City. Fortunately, I met the Red Hood..."

Rosie quickly followed suit and nodded: "Fortunately, I met Red Hood, and I will post a post on Twitter to thank him right away."

When Rosie returned to New York, the first thing she did was to wait for a red light while driving, and she posted on her Twitter account "Red Hood is so handsome! Red Hood saved me!!!!", and then looked up After looking at the red light countdown, when he was about to drive out, he glanced at the quartz dial on his wrist, which showed the time at 46:[-] p.m.

At this time, the words that the boss said with a smirk immediately popped up in her mind: "Go, I need a photo confirmation that you have returned to New York at eight o'clock in the evening, otherwise I will rush directly to Wayne The group went to Mr. Wayne for my secretary."

Taking advantage of the ten-second countdown time at the red light, she immediately took her mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and hastily put on a standard smiley face that was not perfect, "Secretary to the Chairman of the Stark Group", and then sent the photo to I thanked my boss, and added: "Thank you boss for your concern, I have arrived in New York safely."

After she finished sending the message, the intersection light had turned green, and the vehicles waiting side by side had all exited the intersection, and the car owners behind her were all impatiently honking their horns, as if they were suspicious of the situation. A very flamboyant looking McLaren has broken down at this intersection.

She casually threw the phone on the passenger seat, stepped on the accelerator, the sports car let out the roar of the engine, and then, like a flash of red lightning, rushed out of the intersection.

She drove the McLaren all the way, and when she drove to the garage at home, she exhaled a bad breath, unfastened her seat belt, and slowly got out of the car, away from the smiling faces of rich people in Gotham, when she saw the familiar garage lights, she Only then did she finally feel relaxed, she stretched her body like stretching her muscles and bones, then bent down/handled the phone out of the passenger seat, and as soon as she turned on the screen of the phone, she found that the screen was almost covered with Twitter messages It's all covered.

And these messages, without exception, were comments on her previous tweet:

"Wow! Red Hood! The tweeter was actually saved by Red Hood!"

"Shouldn't we be surprised that the tweeter went to Gotham as a New Yorker and was attacked and was saved by the red hood?"

"I raise my hand. I am a citizen of Gotham. I read today's social news. It said that the person who was attacked today was a young woman who came to Gotham alone in a red McLaren."

"What I'm more curious about is that the tweeter who was rescued by the red hood wasn't stunned by the violence of the red hood?"

"And he's still tweeting his love to Red Hood."

"I want to be rescued by the Red Hood too!"

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Rosie looked at these comments blankly, and when she saw the last one, "I also want to be rescued by the red hood", she replied: "Then you may have to bear the blood and brain/plasma sprayed on your head..."

She locked the car with her mobile phone, touched her hungry and flat stomach, and ran back to the house in a hurry.

Although it was past eight o'clock in the evening, Kailani did not put away the dinner on the table, and Rosie could eat some casually to satisfy her hunger. Mrs. Mathers, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, also threw the remote control away. On the one hand, he went to the restaurant, sat opposite her, and complained in a low voice: "Honey, are you working overtime again today? Your boss is so inhuman."

Without changing her face, Rosie blamed the boss for being late: "Yes, yes, I am too busy with work."

"And the thank you for your frequent overtime work is actually durian." Mrs. Mathers said angrily, "Now the refrigerator is full of durians sent by him."

Rosie was about to spit out the spaghetti in her mouth, she finally slowed down, patted her chest, swallowed the food with some difficulty, wiped the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "Boss... …Did you really send durian over here?”

"Yes." Mrs. Mathers said, "Durian crisps will appear on our dinner table in the next few days."

Rosie coughed twice and continued to eat noodles. At this time, her doorbell rang, and she glanced at the door. Kailani, who was cleaning the living room, simply put down the vacuum cleaner, walked to the door, and just opened it. As soon as he opened the door, a tall teenager rushed in, shouting anxiously: "Rosie, are you okay! I saw you tweet that you were saved by Gotham's anti-hero Red Hood! Are you injured!"

Rosie: "..."

After the young man Harry Osborn who rushed in yelled this paragraph, he also noticed that today's Mathers House was different from the past, so he stared and closed his mouth.

Rosie looked at Harry, blinked, then turned her head stiffly to look at Mrs. Mathers.

Mrs. Mathers crossed her arms and looked at her with squinted eyes: "Today, are you working overtime?"

Rosie swallowed: "Mom...listen to my explanation..."