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

At one o'clock in the morning, Rosie drove the car downstairs to Boss Tony's high-end apartment in Manhattan. While stepping on the brakes, she turned her head and said, "Boss, you're home, you can..."

When she saw Tony resting on the back of the seat with his eyes closed, she swallowed back the remaining words.

Manhattan is known as the city that never sleeps in New York. When it is night, the lights are connected, and every street and every tall building will show a different kind of prosperity from other metropolises.However, it was late at night, and most of the city had fallen into a deep sleep, and the brilliant lights seemed a little lonely. These lights broke in from the car window, groped, climbed onto Tony's cheeks, and lightened at the ends of his eyelashes. trembling slightly.

Rosie has never seen a man with such long eyelashes. What is strange is that he is already over the age, as the chairman of a large group and a hardworking superhero, this man's eyes are still like a teenager Generally bright.Even when he was asleep, there was no pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and there was no mocking arc at the corners of his mouth, so innocent that Rosie couldn't bear to wake him up.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were not many vehicles on the road. No one paid much attention to the McLaren that had been parked in front of the high-end apartment.

Rosie sat in the driver's seat for a while, yawned, looked at the sleeping boss again, thought for a while, and gently opened the driver's door, wearing that colorfully dyed suit, matching She stepped on the road surface with the flat slippers she only wore when driving.

She first took out a pack of small and exquisite ladies' cigarettes from her trouser pocket. When she was about to pat the bottom of the cigarette case, she suddenly saw that the bottom corner of the cigarette case had been dyed red. When the yacht was attacked, she was ruined by the sprinkling of red wine, she sighed, and threw the cigarette case steadily into the trash bin five meters away.

After the smoke was gone, Rosie yawned again, stretched herself, and walked slowly to the alleyway on the back of the street. The flat house slippers turned into sky-high knee-high boots, and the colorful professional suit was also worn. Turned into a tube top dress and short skirt, she buckled the witch hat on top of her head with her right hand, and grabbed a broom with various alcohol smells in the void with her left hand.

Rosie looked at the same colors on the broom as her professional suit with a sullen face, and finally remembered why Jason could see through her vest.

It turned out that she pulled out the broom when she was drunk.

"What should I do, you exposed my identity." Rosie said in a deep voice.

The wooden handle of the broom is slightly bent, and it can be seen that there is some grievance.

"It's all because of you." Rosie said blankly, "So your advanced suit is gone."

The wooden handle of the broom began to shake violently.

"What?" Rosie opened her eyes slightly, "Is it because I exchanged my points for a heavy machine gun?"

After a brief surprise, she began to search in her arsenal, but after 10 minutes passed, she let out another exclamation: "Then what about the heavy machine gun that I exchanged for more than 30 points?"

The broom has a slightly bent wooden handle.

The expression on Rosie's face froze for a moment, and then shattered like a shattered statue: "Kicked into the sea by Jason?"

She remembered again, Jason in the clothes of a male waiter pushed her back on the deck, and then kicked the heavy machine gun that she spent more than 30 points into the boundless sea in the night .The sea is vast, and after devouring a heavy machine gun worth 35 points, only an inconspicuous splash was released.

The late night in Manhattan is both bustling and quiet, which is extremely contradictory.

Just like Rosie's mood at this time.

After Rosie rode a broom to uncover all the manhole covers on this street, she found a dark alley to exchange for her multicolored suit and flat slippers, and walked towards her car with a heavy heart. Two meters ahead, when she looked up, she saw that Tony, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had woken up, flicking the screen of his phone with a straight face.

Rosie was a little flustered at that moment, but she managed her expression in a timely manner, walked slowly to the side of the car, opened the door of the driver's cab, and boss Tony, who was swiping the phone screen... He glanced over at her and said, "Where is Secretary Mathers going?"

"I'm in a hurry." Rosie said flatly, leaned over and sat in the driver's seat, and closed the car door. She glanced at Tony's phone and found that Tony was playing "Temple Run", and the score was already very high.

"Really?" Tony said while swiping the screen to direct his character to run from corner to corner, "I woke up to find that I was downstairs in the apartment building, and there was no one in the driver's seat. I thought some urban horror had happened. legend."

Rosie forced a smile: "Isn't it because the boss is sleeping soundly, so I don't have the heart to disturb him."

At this time, the villain on the screen of Tony's mobile phone bumped his head against the wall. He turned his head, looked at Rosie, and smiled: "Secretary Mathers is very caring."

Rosie nodded with a smile.

"Then let me be a caring boss." Tony put away his mobile phone, raised the corner of his right lip, and approached Rosie, "It's late, why don't you go home, you can come to my house Get a good night's sleep."

The smile on Rosie's face disappeared instantly: "I remember... Boss, you only have one bedroom and one bed."

"Indeed." The smile on Tony's face was so bright that his eyes narrowed slightly, "But that doesn't affect it."

Rosie was expressionless: "No need, boss, I can drive home now. My parents are waiting for me. My nanny has already prepared supper and warmed up the milk."

Tony laughed, and sat back on his seat. He took out a small box from the inner pocket of his jacket and put it on the center console. Rosie glanced over there, seeing the box Finally, his body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes opened wide.

This is a platinum-plated box with diamonds and rubies inlaid on it, and the word "smoking" is printed in black on the box.This box is a box of Lucky Strike Special Cigarettes, not to mention that the special cigarettes themselves are hard to get, and the price of a box of [-] US dollars is enough to discourage most cigarette lovers.

Rosie stared at the box of Lucky Strike without blinking her eyes, while Tony leaned on the backrest, squinted his eyes, looked at her, and said, "Secretary Mathers, would you like to Want it?"

Rosie was stunned, looked up at him, covered her mouth with her hands and coughed twice, and said, "I, my dad like it better."

"That's it..." Tony raised his eyebrows, he looked at Rosie's expectant face, his caramel-colored eyes rolled in his sockets, "But I don't want to give it to Mr. Mathers, I just want to give it to Rosie. Sy Mathers."

Rosie blinked: "I...I don't know how to smoke."

"Oh, then I won't give it away." Tony sighed pretentiously, "The best quality tobacco leaves in the United States can only be tasted by those who know how to smoke."

"..." Rosie clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, then lowered her head suddenly, "I'm sorry, boss, I actually know how to smoke."

Tony looked at her messy blond hair, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Ah, so Secretary Mathers can smoke, so the half pack of Dunhill that disappeared from my house before..."

"I'm sorry boss! I smoked it secretly!"

Tony shook his head and clicked his tongue: "I didn't expect Secretary Mathers, who looks weak and delicate, to smoke. No one will believe me if I tell you."

"Yes! My parents don't know!" Rosie said earnestly, "Only the boss knows, so... please keep it secret for me!"

A light flashed in Tony's eyes: "Only I know?" The corner of his mouth smiled deeper, "It seems that Secretary Mathers is really good at hiding..."

Rosie, who lowered her head, had already started to gnash her teeth, but her tone was still very obedient: "Because I was in poor health since I was a child, my parents strictly prohibited me from smoking, so I just..."

"So that's how it is." Tony dragged out the ending, "Then it's better not to give this box of lucky draw to Secretary Mathers."

Rosie raised her head abruptly: "No! Boss! You can't say what you say..."

She bumped into Tony's smiling eyes, and the rest of the words stuck in her throat, unable to spit out or swallow back, Tony reached out and rubbed her messy hair, and said, "I'm sorry for Miss Potts. ..There is no love between men and women, so don't be so smart in the future."

Rosie's eyes widened a little, and she felt that the super volcano in Yellowstone Park moved into her chest at this moment, spewing hot magma from her chest, and these scorching temperatures spread all over her body in an instant, and finally gathered on her face.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Rosie drove the car into her garage. Instead of getting out of the car immediately, she unbuckled her seat belt, leaned her whole body on the back of the driver's seat, and lifted Start by staring at your own blue eyes in the rearview mirror.

It was the first time for her to look into her eyes seriously. These eyes are still very young, not as mature and elegant as Miss Potts, nor as sharp-edged as Tony. These are eyes without a story, pure and pure. Like the autumn sky covered only by a few thin clouds.

She lowered her head, turned sideways, and looked at the Lucky Strike special cigarette case on the center console. After a long time, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She used to think that every smile represented [-]% of her acting skills, but she never thought that an unacted smile is so easy and does not require any effort.

At 32:[-] a.m., a high-end apartment in Manhattan.

Holding a cup of coffee, Tony stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room. From his floor, he could overlook half of midtown Manhattan. Manhattan is a city that never sleeps, but the more prosperous it is, the more lonely it is.

"Boss, you shouldn't be drinking coffee so late."

Tony smiled: "I can't sleep, so why not drink some coffee to refresh myself and finish the work accumulated during this time." He paused, and then said, "Jarvis, call the previous monitoring over and let me have a look."

"Boss, you are watching every day."

Tony raised one eyebrow: "I won't get tired of watching it no matter how many times."

The floor-to-ceiling windows are like a projection, and a blond woman leaning on a chair in the study appears, holding a Dunhill cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand, smoking the cigarette deftly, slightly parting her lips, and exhaling white smoke.When she was smoking, she didn't have any expression, didn't have the usual gentle smile, and didn't have those small movements that pretended to be weak. Her eyes were fierce, like an eagle hovering in the sky in the early morning.