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

Rosie did not expect that not long after attending a wedding, she attended another funeral.

The wedding was held in a seaside resort, with wind, light and sea, people's laughter embellished the solemn and sacred wedding march, roses and phalaenopsis intertwined, filling the sightlines.

However, the funeral is indeed solemn and heavy.

Rosie was walking in the crowd dressed in black. When she raised her head, she could see the back of Steve, who was at the end of the coffin-carrying team. Steve didn't wear the tights of Captain America on this day, nor did he look like him. It was the usual t-shirt and jeans, and he was wearing a black suit, with a formality that made her quite unfamiliar. Just looking at that back made people feel sad.

She sighed and lowered her eyes.

A wedding represents two people walking into happiness, and a funeral itself represents the misfortune of many people.

She had just finished sighing when she heard Tony, who was walking in front of her, ask, "Are you cured?"

Rosie was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in a low voice, "It's been done long ago."

"Kelani said that you have been prone to colds since you were a child, and it is difficult to recover from colds." Tony said in a low voice, "So I was a little surprised to see you come to the funeral today."

"It all happened when I was a child, and now I am as strong as a cow." Rosie replied, if it wasn't for walking behind the boss, she would even roll up her sleeves and show the boss her perfectly lined biceps, She looked up at Steve's back, and said hesitantly, "Captain, he..."

"Steve is sad," Tony said.

"Yes..." Rosie nodded slightly, "Anyone can tell."

"But don't worry, he'll pick himself up."

Rosie raised her head slightly, looked at Tony's back, and said something mysteriously: "Then what about the boss."

Tony's footsteps paused, but he quickly regained his pace, then coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Secretary Mathers, are you...asking me about my mood...or... ..."

Rosie tilted her head unnaturally, and said: "Of course...it's about asking the boss how he feels now. After all, the boss' mood...affects the operation of the Stark Group. If the boss is in a bad mood...then... The Tucker Group goes under...then thousands of people are going to lose their jobs..."

Tony: "...It turns out that Secretary Mathers has such lofty ideals."

Rosie touched her nose: "It's average, not one ten thousandth of the boss."

"Since you've recovered from your illness, report back to the company immediately." Tony said stiffly.

Rosie frowned: "...three days of paid leave?"

"Secretary Mathers fell ill this time because he didn't add more clothes and blankets. It wasn't a work-related injury. He didn't have three days of paid leave, and the sick leave wages for these days will be deducted." Tony finished the sentence in one breath, Looking back at her, the corner of her mouth curled up into a smirk, "As compensation, I will send you two boxes of cold capsules in my personal name. As the boss of the company that you said will go bankrupt if the boss is in a bad mood, I will naturally keep I am happy and happy every day, benevolent and kind, after all, I cannot let thousands of my employees lose their jobs, especially Secretary Mathers, who is dedicated and dedicated to his duties."

Rosie: "...I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong."

"Secretary Mathers, you have changed." The smirk on the corner of Tony's mouth widened, "You never apologized to me before."

Rosie: "..."

Rosie felt that after she lifted the boss, the boss's mood was obviously much better than before. When laying flowers in the churchyard, he could still squat in front of Peggy's tombstone, and said with a smile that he was in Peggy when he was a child. Rosy, who was worried that her boss would be sad again and confide in herself about the stupid things Ji had done in front of her, let out a long sigh of relief.

When she finished offering flowers in front of Peggy's tomb and turned back, she suddenly saw a tall and strong young man standing not far from the cemetery. This man was holding a white chrysanthemum in his hand, as if he was paying homage to an old person. She felt that this The figure looked familiar, but because the boss was standing behind her and staring at her, she couldn't stay in front of Peggy's tombstone for a long time. She glanced over there and then... looked away.

When the whole funeral was over and everyone was about to leave the cemetery, Rosie suddenly remembered that she had seen this young man not long ago. The dining room saw him walk into an old bookstore across from the Stark building.And a little longer, this young man appeared in the Maserati 4S store in Gotham City. Through the glass of the 4S store showroom, a pair of blue eyes with a strong hostility stared fiercely at Bruce, who was sitting in the showroom. Wayne.

This is the car wash worker at the Maserati 4S shop in Gotham City, Jason.

Rosie turned her head and looked over there. Jason was no longer there, only a bouquet of white chrysanthemums still stained with dew was placed in front of a moss-covered tombstone.

She frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, how could a taciturn car wash worker living in Gotham City appear in New York several times, this time in a not-so-famous cemetery in Brooklyn, New York, She was about to walk over there to see the name of the owner of the tomb on the tombstone, when she suddenly heard Tony's voice: "Secretary Mathers, have you prepared the materials for the Wayne Group meeting next week?"

Rosie trembled as soon as she heard the boss's voice, she immediately turned around, smiled and said to Tony, "No."

Tony sneered: "I won't be irritated by you, Secretary Mathers. After all, I'm the boss of a company that 'will close down if the boss is in a bad mood and cause tens of thousands of employees to lose their jobs'."

Rosie: "..."

The last cooperation meeting between the Stark Group and the Wayne Group was interrupted by the level bomb/bomb threat planned by the Green Goblin. It is estimated that Tan City will encounter all kinds of threats. However, as an employee, she can only prepare materials honestly, and discuss the details of the meeting with Bruce Wayne's secretary, her classmate Sophia.

Sophia was very optimistic about this: "What are you afraid of, Rosie, your boss' Iron Man, the Wayne Group will be very safe that day."

Rosie just sighed faintly, and didn't tell Sofia that it was because of this that the Stark Building was attacked so many times.

After the funeral, Rosie got into the car driven by Kailani and was going back to the hospital to pack her things and be discharged.Kailani was very frightened by Rosie's sudden high fever this time. While driving, she thought that Rosie should stay in the hospital for two or three days.

Rosie sent a message to Sophia to confirm the details of next week's meeting, looked up at Kailani, and said with a smile: "This time it's different, this time the boss asked me to leave the hospital and go back to work, I won't go back , the wages will be deducted."

Kailani was furious: "Why! It's fine if you don't have paid holidays! Why are you still deducting your salary!"

"I'm not injured at work this time, I'm on sick leave." Rosie said with a smile, and clicked on the message from Sophia.

Kailani turned the steering wheel and drove the car onto the Brooklyn Bridge. The wind from the bridge gushed in from the wide open window, blowing Rosie's hair into a mess. She brushed her hair behind her ears, and when she was about to look down at the message, she suddenly heard Kailani say, "Hey, isn't that car in front of Osborne's car?"

Rosie raised her head abruptly and looked ahead. There was a black Mercedes in front of them, driving on the fast lane at a speed of more than 130 kilometers per hour.Although there are many black Mercedes-Benz on the Brooklyn Bridge at this moment, Rosie can tell at a glance that this car belongs to Norman Osborn.

That night, she sat on the roof of her house and waited for a long time. In the bright night sky, she saw Norman Osborn driving this black Mercedes into her garage. She clapped her hands and spat out the mouth. Betelang, who was waiting, sat on the bamboo broom that had been waiting for a long time.

"Follow the car," said Rosie.