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

Rosie knew very well that she was already drunk. To be exact, after she realized that she drank a whole glass of cocktail in one breath, she already felt flustered. She knew that she would definitely grab someone to start Nonsense, so when the consciousness began to blur, the atheist Brooklyn death knight who lived in her innermost heart began to make the cross on her chest, hoping that she would not tell any too bizarre stories.

However, she would never have thought that this bizarre story was not told, but made by her.

When the yacht was attacked, the blond girls with high ponytails on the deck had already screamed and fled into the cabin. Rosie was the only one left on the deck on the first floor, and Jason who pushed her to the ground , and the fragments of wine glasses that fell all over the floor during the chaos just now, the red wine and champagne mixed together, staining the beige floor in a messy color.

Rosie usually doesn't think about anything too complicated when she's drunk, so when she was attacked in this state, her first reaction was to fight back in the same way, so she pulled out her broom and shouted Saying "I want to fight back", she was about to stand up, and before she had time to jump on the broom, Jason pushed her back again. The next moment, a row of machine gun bullets passed over her head and hit the cabin. It caused the female models hiding in the cabin to scream one after another.

When Rosie was pushed down by Jason, the top of her head hit the railing. Although the knock wasn't too severe, it made her dizzy head faint again a few times. She struggled to support her upper body with her hands, and then glared at her. Jason, who was lying next to her, said inarticulately: "You, you stop me, what am I doing!"

As she spoke, she was about to stand up again, only to realize that the broom that was still in her hand had flown two meters away from her.

Jason gave her a cold look, did not speak, but quickly turned his head to look across from the yacht, then turned his head to look at the cabin.

At this time, the security personnel on the yacht had quickly assembled and rushed towards the deck on the first floor. However, before the bodyguard running at the front had time to draw out his gun, he was hit by the machine gun bullets fired from the ship opposite the yacht. It fell down and lay across the stairway leading from the deck to the cabin on the second floor. Amidst the dense gunfire, there were other security personnel yelling "Protect Mr. Wayne and Mr. Stark".

He squinted his eyes, and his blue eyes looked even more evil against the night. He touched the gun holster hidden at his waist, and was about to take advantage of the chaos to go up to the second floor. An extremely tyrannical force grasped the wrist of the hand he was touching the gun. He turned his head suddenly, only to see the drunken Rosie smiling at him: "You have some ready-made, let me use it." use."

Before Jason could realize what the "ready-made" thing she was talking about, Rosie had already let go of Jason's hand, and took out the silver pistol from the holster hidden at his waist. , turned the fingers of his right hand across the trigger circle skillfully, then held the gun tightly, supported his right wrist with his left hand, and fired a shot at the opposite ship. After the gunshot, Jason heard a loud noise. Someone screamed in the distance, followed by the sound of someone falling into the water.

He frowned, and looked at Rosie, who was lying behind the guardrail like him. Rosie was still flushed, and she still looked like she hadn't sobered up. Some tingling elbows and shoulders, and then a very loud belch.

Jason: "..."

"I, I'll just say..." Rosie stammered, "Don't even think about getting off safely when you get on Bruce Wayne's boat, they must, believe it, you, look..."

Before she finished speaking, a bullet hit the guardrail next to her face, and the metal collided with each other, making an extremely crisp impact sound.

She opened her eyes wide, and seemed very angry: "I, I, I, I haven't finished talking yet! I, I still want to ruin my face, I can't bear it!"

After she finished speaking, she threw Jason's penis aside, and took out a heavy machine gun from the void. She was about to stand up with the gun on her shoulders, when Jason held down the back of her head again, and her whole face was stuck to it. On the deck, the heavy machine gun also fell from her shoulder, knocked on the deck, and before it bounced, Jason kicked him off the boat and fell into the sea.

Even though Rosie was so drunk that she couldn't think too much, she still felt a piercing pain. She buried her face on the deck and wailed muffledly: "Ah! My, my points!"

"Even if you're drunk, please think about who you are now." Jason said coldly, and glanced at the broom lying two meters away, "Night Witch."

Rosie, who was forced to face the ground, opened her eyes in a daze.

At this time, a burly figure jumped down from the deck on the second floor, using his body made of steel to block the bullets that were continuously fired towards the yacht, while the machine gunner on the ship more than ten meters away was After seeing this golden and red figure, he was obviously stunned, and then started to shout: "Iron Man! It's Iron Man!"

"How come Iron Man is also on this ship!"

"We were tricked by the clown!"

"..."

Wrapped in the battle armor, Tony lowered his eyes slightly as he watched the ship full of machine gunners flee in a hurry. He looked back and saw the familiar figure on the first floor deck.

She was lying on the deck in some embarrassment, the white suit on her body was colorfully dyed by the red wine, champagne and other kinds of drinks spilled on the deck, and her blond hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, making her appear in this mess. Somewhat lacklustre.

The young man lying next to her hugged her shoulders and helped her up. She didn't seem to understand the situation yet, and her half-opened eyes were in a daze.

And Tony has been slightly squinted by the young man's hand on her shoulder.

When Rosie regained consciousness again, before she opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, she wrinkled her nose reflexively, and then heard a light voice: "Hey, there is still a reaction, it seems that Martha It's still too early for Secretary Si to turn into a vegetable."

As soon as Rosie heard this voice, she felt the hairs on her back stand up one by one. She was still thinking about whether to open her eyes and say hello to the person standing next to her, when she heard the person standing next to her. He said sarcastically, "Why, Secretary Mathers has changed his mind now, and plans to try to be a vegetable?"

Rosie simply opened her eyes abruptly, then turned her head to the right, just in time to meet a pair of cold, caramel-colored eyes.

Tony changed into a black shirt, probably bought temporarily in Gotham City, and it didn't fit as well as his hand-made clothes. The buttons on the chest were slightly tight, and he was adjusting the collar buttons when Rosie looked over. , when he saw Rosie's slightly angry blue eyes, he pulled a smirk at the corner of his mouth and said, "Secretary Mathers, are you feeling alright?"

"It feels good, and I even want to eat grilled lamb chops." Rosie said blankly.

Tony lowered his eyes and sneered, "It's a good idea, sorry, Mr. Wayne's personal chef is off work, and you won't be able to eat grilled lamb chops for the time being."

After Tony finished speaking, Rosie slowly looked away and looked at the room.

She still had some hazy consciousness after being drunk. In her impression, the private yacht belonging to Bruce Wayne was attacked. At that time, she stopped a male waiter on the first floor deck and drank a full A cup of Mojito, standing on the front line of the hail of bullets.

She originally thought she was lying in the hospital, but when she looked up and saw the painted chandelier on the ceiling that painted part of the Sistine Chapel mural "Genesis", she was sure that not only was she not staying in the hospital, but she was also in the hospital. into the home of a rich man.

——Of course it won't be her boss Tony's house.

Although she has not worked for Tony Stark for a long time, she still has a certain understanding of her boss. Although Tony is rich and willing to spend money, he never cares about the small details of life. He can wave a McLaren to his newly appointed secretary, but he may not be in the mood to buy a painted chandelier.

And what Tony said before made her sure that the place she was in at this time was Bruce Wayne's house.

There is Wayne Manor in the Batcave underground!

Rosie sat up from the bed suddenly, and planned to get out of bed and run into the garden to see the whole picture of the legendary Wayne Manor, but before she had time to lift the quilt, she heard three knocks from the door With a soft muffled sound, she raised her head and looked towards the door... Tony had already replied, "Please come in."

The door of the room was pushed open, and the warm light from the corridor streamed in from the outside. A tall and tall old man in a suit came in with a tray in one hand, and said with a smile: "Listen to Mr. Stark, Ma Miss Seth likes the mango pudding here the most, so I drove to a nearby convenience store to buy it." He looked at Rosie who was sitting on the bed and was about to lift the quilt with one hand, "It just so happens that Miss Mathers also woke up."

At this time, Rosie's attention was not on the cup of mango pudding on the tray at all. She stared closely at the old man and blinked, but the old man was not dissatisfied by her staring, but smiled Said: "I am the housekeeper of Wayne Manor, Miss Mathers can call me Alfred."

Rosie came back to her senses, nodded, and whispered, "Hello, Alfred."

Alfred smiled and said, "It's great that Miss Mathers woke up, Mr. Stark was very nervous about you before..."

Rosie turned her head to look at Tony. Tony gave her a smirk, and quickly drooped the corners of his lower lip, returning to his expressionless expression.

Rosie turned around, took the cup of mango pudding from the tray in Alfred's hand, held the pudding cup tightly with both hands, thought for a while, and said, "I, I just woke up, and I don't remember many things very clearly. I remember it seems that the yacht was attacked, I want to ask if anyone else has..."

She paused, looked up at Alfred, and Alfred sighed, and said, "One bodyguard was shot and died, and the other three bodyguards who were shot are still being rescued, and the others are just injured. It was a little frightening, but Miss Mathers was fine because of the protection of a waiter."

"Waiter?" Rosie was taken aback and frowned.

"Yes, a male waiter. The master wanted to reward him well, but once the boat docked, he couldn't find anyone else."

Rosie frowned, looked at Alfred, then turned her head to look at Tony. At this moment, there was another dull pain in the back of her head. She reached out and patted the back of her head, but suddenly remembered that she was in the middle of the gunshots. , holding his head with one hand, and pressed his whole body on the deck.

Then, that person said: ""Even if you are drunk, please think about who you are now, night witch. "

Rosie: "..."

The next second, Rosie opened her eyes wide and let out a scream.

In her dark inner world, the Brooklyn death knight wearing a leather jacket and Martin boots is holding his head and crying:

"Damn it! I lost my horse!"