Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

No matter what the truth is, the one who puts the question mark first wins.

Instead of waiting for the "New York Times" to publish an article criticizing Chaoying and then counterattack, it is better to put Walker in the water from the beginning, forcing the Democratic party's party media to panic and seek compensation.

Relying on a short article to force these media to jump up and down, they had to temporarily put aside the conspiracy against Chaoying, and Vera stopped immediately.

Now, to the outside world, the author of the short article, "Vanessa", is no different from thousands of other people who are dissatisfied with the government. Her purpose of writing this article is to criticize the government.

Therefore, although it is because of the article of "Vanessa" that a lot of things have been done, most people don't take such a small person as "Vanessa" seriously (except for some editors who may have taken a fancy to it. "Vanessa"'s ability to write and secretly consider poaching).

But if she continues to toss like this relentlessly, she will not be so lucky.

What's more, her purpose of stirring up trouble was to delay time. Now that the purpose is achieved, there is no need to fight Walker to the death-although seeing this person's unlucky situation does cause comfort.

And one month is enough for Vera to investigate the truth of this conspiracy.

However, before finding out the mastermind behind the scenes...she had to find a way to escape Mary's supervision and leave the hospital quietly.

Mary sneered and stopped at the door of the ward: "You, Hugh, think!"

But do what you can, you only wake up for a few days, and you want to be discharged from the hospital?

Vera: "..."

According to the general situation, patients with concussion need to be hospitalized for at least two weeks for observation before being discharged to prevent sequelae such as coma, intracranial hemorrhage, and retrograde amnesia.

As for Vera, who had just lived there for a full week, she planned to go through the discharge procedures, so it was no wonder Mary wasn't angry.

One afternoon, the entire ward echoed with the roar of the female tyrannosaurus:

"A month! You've already won a month! Can't you stay here for seven more damn days?"

"I'm ashamed to say I'm fine! Do you know how many stitches you've had on your back?"

"You secretly poured out the milk I boiled for you yesterday! Don't think I don't know!"

"And you stayed up late to write a manuscript for me the very night you woke up. Is there a shortage of advertisements in heaven?"

Walker, who is caught in a crisis of public opinion, probably never dreamed that he would fall straight from heaven to hell in an instant, and the person who caused a storm on the Internet with just a short article is just a person who just woke up from a coma and has not yet discharged patients.

At this moment, the patient buried his head in the pillow depressedly, while listening to the assistant's endless scolding, he spread his limbs and pretended to be dead like a rabbit.

Vera: Ah, the wind is so loud, I can't hear what you are saying~

After Mary vented all her anger and the anger period passed, Vera poked her head out from under the quilt and said slowly:

"Finished venting? Then go through my discharge procedures."

Mary:! ?

This isn't fucking venting, it's mad at you!

She was so angry that she stared at Vera, who was dying on the hospital bed, just about to speak, but suddenly met her gaze.

When the gazes collided, Vera's lake green eyes with a bit of gray fell directly on Mary's body.

This is a pair of willow eyes.

The pupils of the eyes that seem to carry a whole lake shone with a faint but careless light, the thick eyelashes trembled covertly, and the ends of the eyes were slightly highlighted, bringing out a faint charm.

...it's just damn good looking.

Even Mary, who had long been used to Vera's appearance, couldn't help being dumb when she was stared at by these lethal eyes.

There have always been rumors in the industry that Vera Senna's reputation as a genius is her unparalleled beauty.

Vera's parents are both French, and even if she has been living in the United States, she cannot erase the characteristics of the Gauls mixed with Germanic ancestry.

If you don't look into Vera's eyes, her appearance is actually very elegant and soft, as sweet as a daisy.

She has a slender and well-proportioned figure, her frame is not wide, but rather small, her smooth and even skin is warm and white, and her short wheat-colored hair curls up in a disobedient manner. She is simply the "girl next door" in every man's dream.

However, as long as it is paired with her pupils and her always withdrawn and tough temperament, this softness will disappear.

It's not that it's not good-looking, it's just that after being swept away by her deserted gaze like a searchlight, almost no man would dare to regard Vera as a close-knit girl next door.

But right now, the cold and indifferent eyes from both sides looked at Mary extremely softly and intimately, but they were like a lake of melting water, almost drowning Mary.

Mary: "..."

She was dying: "At least until the end of the observation period..."

"Mary."

Vera's voice suddenly lowered, she hooked her lips, and the eyes that had been completely softened suddenly brought a smile, the corners of the eyes curled up, and she said forcefully:

"...Go."

Mary: Received 9999 points of damage, HP cleared.

Also, what else can I do?

Beautiful beauty misleads the country!

"I'm going to ask the doctor..."

The poor female assistant ran out in a daze to discharge Vera from the hospital.

Given Vera's current physical condition, Yuanfang does not recommend that she be discharged from the hospital, but due to the current shortage of medical resources (the aftermath of the Washington War), after Mary explained, the attending physician had no choice but to let her go.

So, two days later, Vera, who had a new physical examination, was finally discharged from the hospital and went to another city, Mrs. Wigner's home.

Mrs. Wigner was Willa's landlady.

This 60-year-old widowed lady is a Kansas native. When she was young, she came to Washington Hospital to work and was in charge of the ICU ward. She is a very caring, gentle and funny "Nightingale".

Vera was invited to work as a teaching assistant at George Washington University before she joined Sterling Cooper Company.

During that time she lived with Mrs. Wigners, and they got along so well that, six years later, when it was her turn to move to Washington, she rented back Mrs. Wigners' house.

According to Mary, when Vera was in a coma, Mrs. Wigner, who was handicapped in her legs and feet, came from another city to visit her and sat by her hospital bed to wipe her tears.

With Mrs. Wigner's familiarity with Vera and her professionalism, of course she saw that Vera was discharged from the hospital early, and then she got angry at Vera on the phone.

Like Mary, she was angry when she was angry, and when Vera was discharged from the hospital, Mrs. Wigner was more nervous than anyone else.

"Don't rush out of the hospital, you and Mary, I'll ask my nephew to drive over to pick you up, don't run around!"

Mrs. Wigner yelled on the phone.

"Mary will rent a car, don't worry."

Vera has a bad attitude towards everyone and has a bad temper, but she has always maintained respect and patience with the elderly.

Seeing that Mrs. Wigner wanted to say more, Vera blinked and immediately changed the subject: "Besides...why didn't I know that you have a nephew?"

"Oops! I forgot to tell you!"

Mrs. Wigner really forgot what she said before, and immediately explained:

"I'm not related to that child. When I lived in my hometown, I had a good relationship with that child's parents. Now this child came to Washington from the countryside to find a job and rented a room on the second floor, so he came later than you. A few days!"

Mrs. Wigner's house has three floors in total. She herself lives on the first floor because of handicap, and Vera rents the third floor.

In other words, there are people living on the second floor of that house now?

Vera pursed her lips, a little unhappy.

This is not because Mrs. Wigner did not explain to her in advance, but because she herself has a strong sense of domain.

If there were only her and Mrs. Wigner in this family, she would naturally take Mrs. Wigner into her domain, but now there is another strange man, which makes her very disturbed.

After hanging up the phone and tactfully rejecting the landlady's kindness, Vera took off her hospital gown and walked out of the ward sullenly.

This was the first time she had gone outside since she woke up.

Today is a sunny day, the sky is blue and boundless, and the bright sunlight falls through the lush tree crowns, forming spots of light on the concrete floor.

Because it was a working day, there was no one outside the hospital. Not far away, a few elderly people in wheelchairs were basking in the sun on the lawn, and on the other side of the street, a few chattering children ran past.

Vera was sitting in front of the stone pillar at the entrance of the hospital, waiting for Mary to drive over to pick her up.

The wind with the smell of grass brushed her face, and her short hair was blown into a bird's nest in an instant. Vera brushed her hair carelessly, looking at the peaceful scene in front of her, her eyes were empty.

I really can't see it.

she thinks.

Obviously, not long ago, the whole of Washington was still dark and dull, the sky was full of bug monsters, and there were rumbling explosions everywhere, which was extremely terrifying.

But now, after only half a month, the whole city has returned to normal, and everything is business as usual.

However, now that she closes her eyes, she can still clearly recall the violent heartbeat when she was forced to fly with her arms lifted by the monster.

The stagnation caused by the sense of weightlessness, the smell of blood surging up, the shame of being powerless to resist, the anger of dying, and...

The phone rang suddenly, and the vibrating sound interrupted Vera's thoughts and brought her back to reality.

It's Mary calling.

On the phone, Mary seemed extremely angry, because the car she rented had a breakdown and was still under repair, and Vera needed to wait another half an hour.

Vera raised her forehead.

To be reasonable, since they are all being repaired, why don't you just find a taxi company to change a car?

I don't know how Mary dealt with it. In short, after making the phone call, Vera sat at the hospital entrance for a full hour without seeing Mary.

She called and found that Mary was inexplicably involved in a supernatural event of "the rented car ran away by itself".

Mary: "I don't know what happened. The yellow Chevrolet didn't have a driver, but it ran away by itself. Now I'm taking notes at the police station."

Vera: "..."

"Do you need me to go there?"

"No, just stay in the hospital and wait for me obediently."

Mary said it very simply, but in fact, the accident she encountered was obviously not that simple.

10 minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

An hour has passed.

Mary... still didn't come.

Vera, who was sitting by the stone pillar at the hospital gate, gradually turned into a pitiful little girl that no one wanted in the eyes of outsiders.

She was already good-looking, and when she was recovering from a serious illness, when she lowered her head, she looked very ill, which was very lovable.

In addition to the routine inquiries from the hospital security, no less than ten men came to ask Vera if she needed help.

What was even more speechless was that after she rejected the other party, these men could still put on ambiguous smiles, stuff her business cards and ask her for her phone number.

Vera, who was using her mobile phone to observe the trend of public opinion on the Internet: "..."

After being interrupted more than a dozen times in a row, even if she changed to a hidden place, she would be accosted. Vera gradually squeezed her fingertips on the phone.

Finally, after No. 14 men came up to say "Hello", Vera, who was interrupted again, paused, and said indifferently without raising her head:

"Go away, I don't need help."

man:"………"

After being stunned for a moment, the man standing in front of Vera touched his nose and said helplessly:

"Is that...Miss Senna?"

Vera's ears moved, and she heard the other party carefully explain:

"I'm Clark Kent. Mrs. Wigner asked me to come over...uh, to pick you up."