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

Rosie finally agreed to his invitation to the homecoming dance under Harry's soft and hard paw, but she also gave Harry a vaccination in advance. She will attend as Harry's sister, so she won't dance next. Don't even think about dragging her off the dance floor.

She looked very serious when she sent a message to Harry, but when Harry replied with a smiley emoji: "Okay, okay, I'm already very happy that Rosie is willing to show her face to accompany me, and I won't force you Dancing, but then again, who'd have thought Empire State's homecoming prom queen last year couldn't dance."

Rosie's forehead twitched slightly. She put the phone on the other side and rubbed the twitching nerves on her face. If you observe carefully, you can still see a trace of despair in her eyes. Of course, she felt that at the homecoming dance last year The Prom King who was forced to dance with her should have been more desperate.

She used to think that being proficient in Muay Thai, Sanda and Taekwondo, her physical coordination should be pretty good, until she was forced to enter the dance floor.

As long as she thought of the brisk music that day, the smiling violinist, and the dance partner whose expression was even more desperate than hers, she felt a splitting headache.

After she closed the chat box with Harry, she opened "Fruit Ninja" again, intending to find her long-lost pride in the mobile game. When she was about to enter the game, a new message popped up on the screen of the mobile phone. She thought it was a message from Harry, so she clicked in, but when she saw the huge "Boss 4" at the top of the chat box, her shoulders trembled subconsciously, and then she thought of that cup of extremely delicious mango pudding, cough He said twice, lowered his eyes to read the message from the boss.

"Secretary Mathers, are you on vacation?"

Rosie pursed her lips, and replied: "Boss, today is a holiday that you personally authorized, and you can't work overtime."

Because of the product cooperation meeting with Wayne Group, the Stark Group, regardless of the management or ordinary employees, has been working overtime for more than half a month. After reading it over and over again, I still feel that vacation is the most essential pursuit of human beings, so the boss nodded and all employees in the company took a day off with pay.

Rosie, who has taken two or three days of paid leave since joining the job, was not particularly excited about the one-day paid leave that countless people were looking forward to. She declined the invitation of her classmates to go clubbing. After breakfast, I lay on the sofa in the living room, while casually watching the HBO TV series, while playing "Fruit Ninja", I could eat the fruits cut by Kailani, and I didn't have to be forced by Mrs. Mathers to go to the medical examination A complete physical examination at the center is truly the perfect vacation.

If the boss does not ask for temporary overtime.

The process of waiting for the boss's reply was very torturous. Rosie couldn't even play "Fruit Ninja" any longer. She threw her mobile phone to her side, jumped up from the sofa, and sat cross-legged. Although her eyes were staring at the video on the TV Dragon Mother rode a giant dragon to fight in the wilderness, but she was still glancing at the phone screen from the corner of her eye, not even noticing that Kailani brought a plate of freshly cut yellow peaches.

Two minutes later, the screen of the mobile phone turned on. She pursed her lips and slowly held the mobile phone in front of her. After seeing the content of the message sent by the boss, she let out a scream.

Kailani, who put down the yellow peach and was about to go back to the kitchen, immediately came back to her senses, strode to the armrest of the sofa, and asked nervously, "What's wrong, Rosie?"

Rosie stared wide-eyed, looking at the short message "There will be a dance after the meeting, you should prepare", she covered her cheeks, and said in pain, "It's better to work overtime!"

On the day when the Stark Group and Wayne Group's product cooperation meeting was held, New York, which had been raining for several days, finally cleared up. There was less stagnant water and humid air, and less muddy water soaking trousers. Or the dust flying in the light, they all give people a feeling of physical and mental stretching.

It's just that in Rosie's world, since the boss sent that message, her world has been continuously raining.

She struggled to get up from the bed at six o'clock in the morning, yawning, and barely opened her eyes to look at herself in the vanity mirror. She had to use all her strength to ensure that the eyeliner was not crooked.After washing up, she went to the kitchen to drink a cup of black coffee made by Kailani. Her face was wrinkled from bitterness. Kailani stood aside with sugar cubes and her coffee partner, and said strangely: "Rosie, you Why no sugar?"

Rosie put the empty coffee cup back on the dining table, and said in a deep voice, "Because I want to cheer up."

After she went out, she drove to the downstairs of the boss's high-end apartment in midtown Manhattan. At this point in time, various securities brokers, stock analysts, and white-collar workers in the financial industry who lived nearby had all carried Holding a briefcase, holding a coffee cup in one hand, while looking at the minute hand on Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, he got into his car, busy but full of order.

As an evil bourgeoisie, Tony Stark yawned, walked to Rosie's McLaren car, knocked on the window glass of the passenger seat, and Rosie lowered the window, expressionless. Looking at him, he slowly raised his hand to take off the pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Secretary Mathers."

Rosie looked at him expressionlessly: "Good morning, boss."

Tony opened the car door, bent down and sat in the car, and hung a pendant in his hand on the rearview mirror. Rosie glanced at it and saw a small q-version Iron Man doll dangling in the air. Shaking, she turned to look at Tony. Tony was fastening his seat belt. He seemed to be able to see Rosie's expression from the back of his head. He smiled and said, "Secretary Mathers is so surprised?"

"I want to ask the boss what his intentions are." Rosie said in a muffled voice.

"It is said that Chinese people like to hang ornaments like 'Safe voyage' on the rearview mirror of the car. After thinking about it, it is more reliable for Secretary Mathers to hang the iron man's ornament." Tony fastened his seat belt , looked at her sideways, with a smile on his eyes, "In this way, even if Secretary Mathers goes to Gotham City again, he will have nothing to fear, will he?"

Rosie: "..."

No, not at all. With reference to the previous experience before being hospitalized, I think the boss may need to give me a third three-day paid leave.

With a cold face, she started the car, turned the steering wheel and drove away from the block. Tony, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned on the car stereo with a relaxed expression, and tuned to a country music channel familiarly. , In this dynamic and avant-garde McLaren, the slow-paced country music of the 50s sounded. It can be said that even if the driver is driving a world-limited super sports car, he can’t afford any desire for racing.

Rosie turned her head to look at the boss expressionlessly, while the boss raised one eyebrow and said, "I'm going to discuss cooperation with those people from the Wayne Group later, I need to wake up."

"Wouldn't it be better to listen to rock and roll?" Rosie said. "The industrial heavy metal music of German tanks will keep you awake until six o'clock in the afternoon, boss."

"A gentle-looking girl like Secretary Mathers actually likes German tanks." Tony smiled, then shook his head, "Do you know who sang this song?"

Rosie turned her head to look in front of the car: "Who wouldn't recognize such a special voice, Bob Dylan."

"Little girls these days don't know much about Bob Dylan."

"Not all girls only know Justin Bieber." Rosie snorted.

Tony smiled and nodded, then said, "Then do you know what this song is called?"

Rosie shook her head.

She knew Bob Dylan's voice, but not Bob Dylan's song.

Bob Dylan's voice is so hoarse and weird that people can't help but get goosebumps when they hear it, but this guitar accompaniment is incredibly gentle, and even the lyrics are extremely romantic.

"seethepyramidsalonile,

watch the sun rise atropic isle,

just member darling all while,

youbelone.

see the marketplace,

inoldalgiers,

sendmephotodsouvenirs,

justremmber,

till your dreams appear,

youbelone...

……

............"

"It's called 'youbelone,'" Tony said. "Bob Dylan is a cover artist. Can you imagine that song from a movie called 'Natural Born Killer'?"

natural born killer, natural born killer.

Tony smiled and said: "My mother used to like Bob Dylan very much, but I have never liked Bob Dylan very much. Many years after she passed away, Miss Potts accidentally played this song in the car. It suddenly occurred to me that I should listen to Bob Dylan's songs."

When he said this, Bob Dylan just sang "just remember you're home", and Rosie suddenly remembered the wedding invitation she saw on the boss's desk.The white invitation card was wrapped with a golden flower. After many days, the golden light shining on the flower still pierced her eyes in memory, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Miss Potts' wedding date seems to be tomorrow.

She drove across the street in silence, and stopped at the intersection of traffic lights. At this time, the song was coming to an end, and the rhythm became more gentle. She held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and when the red light counted down, After making up his mind, he turned his head and said to the boss, "Boss, if you want to cry, just cry."