Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"That's why you come to my place for a meal now?" My boss, Tony Stark, who is rich and doesn't care how much people spend on his meals, said so.

I nodded with a guilty conscience, actually because, after I came to New York, I basically ate outside restaurants or ordered delivery every day. Now Jason delivers to my door alone. Where can I find a brother who cooks delicious food and can be squeezed.

But my high mouth during the day and my rare conscience made me fall into such a passive situation.

In short, I had to be out while Jason tidied up the house.

Otherwise, Jason will make me feel the simplest hunger and the most extreme enjoyment every day.

That is to say, family members, how could this happen?

"Forget it, you came at the right time. Although the steel armor is given to you, it is difficult to operate. Also, your ability is easy to lose control when you get emotional. I found someone to help you train."

My boss didn't have much of an opinion about me cheating on the meal. What he said a few minutes ago was more like trying to argue with me.

Speaking of it, the way I get along with my boss has improved by leaps and bounds in the past two weeks, probably because my boss really can't get along with him as a superior and hateful rich man.

Oh, I also hate rich people who I used to envy and hate. It feels so good to be rich, Modo Modo.

"Sometimes I really wonder what you are thinking... Roxy, I have called you three times."

My boss's voice was full of helplessness, and I suddenly came back to my senses, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was just thinking about what to have for dinner today."

I didn't lie to him, I was really thinking.To be exact, I really think about what delicious food I haven't eaten all the time, and I am going to bring it to the immediate meal.

Although I used to live in New York, the yolk district where I live is not the same, and the restaurants and food prices are naturally very different.

So after coming to New York this time, I have actually eaten all the restaurants near my home.

Even selected the most worthy and the few stores with the highest cp value.But before going out today, Jason told me not to eat around, obviously there is something delicious to eat when I get home today.

"Okay, come with me first, I'll make some fine-tuning of your armor...is there any discomfort after wearing it?"

After my boss gave me fan benefits that day, my father almost kicked him out of Wayne Manor. Of course, I never put on that set of steel armor in front of him.

In the past few days, he asked me to recuperate at home. He didn't agree to my request to come back to work until he confirmed that I was in good health, and even the old injuries from three years ago had recovered.

Even if my job as an intern assistant is over in two days, I still feel that I should finish the job from the beginning to the end. I called Big John to scold Big John and resigned because of my sudden wealth. It's really me For the first time in my life and history, I was so happy and irritable.

Really, how could there be such a hated boss?It’s fine to give me piles of work, let me revise again and again, let me paint colorful whites, the most unbearable thing is to deduct my salary under a clever name!

The boss of the place where I used to work was at most just squeezing my labor, and never deducted my money!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, especially at the moment when I am standing in front of a rich boss who told me that I can pay as much as I like during the internship period. The grievances I have suffered before are simply multiplied by comparison.

Damn it, call later to ask Big John to sort out all the customer information over the years.

I don't want to watch it either, but I mainly want to watch him sort it out - as for the unconscionable things like deducting money, I still won't do it.

But I have always been puzzled, although the salary I paid to Big John is not low.And even if his character is bad, his ability is still enough to run a small studio. Why would he rather be tortured by my occasional temper a few times under my hands than to mention my resignation?

Originally, I thought he would run away after working for a week, after all, he was not short of money.

Forget it, who cares, he will continue to be in my studio—hehe, the studio my dad bought directly from Big John—

- Then go to work. Anyway, the income of the studio is basically the same as before, and it has created a considerable income for me stably.Although it is not as good as those commercial streets, it was a lot of money for me.

I have already planned what I will do with the money I earn there.

I thought to myself as I followed my boss towards his studio.

Logically speaking, the email I sent out by the way because I was confined at home the day before yesterday should receive a reply within a few days.

However, maybe there is some telepathy between me and the other party. When I was about to step into the studio, the mobile phone in my pocket suddenly rang. phone number.

My boss pushed open the door of the studio and looked back at me: "Your phone?"

I nodded, but I didn't forget that it was my working time. I was about to hang up the phone and send a message to tell the other party that I was at work, and when I would call back after get off work, my boss walked in without hesitation: "You take it, do I look like someone who cares about this kind of thing?"

That's really not like it, I've never seen a peerless good boss like you who is not afraid of salary thieves at all, Tony Stark, the god of beating workers.

Since my boss asked me to answer the call, there was nothing to be hypocritical about. I happily took out my mobile phone from my pocket and connected the call.

"Hello, is this Ms. Roxie Wayne? We have received your email here-is what you said is true?"

I couldn't help but smile at the hurried, unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone. I followed my boss into the studio, and took off the steel armor disc that had been pinned to my chest. Hand it over to my boss.

"I'm Roxy—Dean, don't you forget?" I said with a smile. The voice on the other end of the phone was that I was running the Fawcett City Orphanage before being adopted by the Vasquez couple. director of the orphanage.

When I left the orphanage for adoption.As the dean, Ms. Wright is actually only 40 years old, and she has always been one of the most popular existences among children in the courtyard.

By the way, other popular ones are candy cookies, dogs and cats and the like.

Because Ms. Wright is known throughout the orphanage for pampering children, so that other uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters who work or serve as volunteers in the orphanage must put on a fierce and serious look, lest the children Children climbed on their heads.

It's been nearly ten years since I last saw — or spoke to — Ms. Wright, and it's nice that she still sounds perfectly healthy.

"Lock, wait, could it be—" the murmur on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped, my heart shrank suddenly, I immediately took the phone away from my ear, and straightened up vigorously.

Sure enough, in the next second, a high-decibel scream sounded in the huge studio. I even saw Tony, who had picked up the tool and was dismantling the disk, tremble. Two small parts were pried by the tool and moved towards My direction rushed over quickly.

Fortunately, after injecting the Extremis virus, my attention and perception have improved to an inhuman level. Before my head could react, I had subconsciously caught those two gadgets, and my boss looked at me angrily. I glanced at my cell phone, and it seemed that I wanted to wait until my call was over before making a mockery of the high-end cell phone produced by Wayne Group.

"Lo? Oh my god, Roxi Vasquez?" Ms. Wright's voice could still decimate my ears through an arm's length between me and the phone, even though I hadn't pressed the speakerphone.

It's just that the other party's tone was full of joy and the joy of reunion, which made me laugh out loud.

It has been more than ten years since I was adopted?

As for why I haven't seen Ms. Wright for nearly ten years, it's not because my adoptive parents didn't take me back to the orphanage to visit each other, but Ms. Wright was diagnosed with early stage throat cancer a few years after I was adopted.

Therefore, the children in the orphanage and the staff unanimously hoped that she could go for treatment first, and Mr. Clyde, the deputy director at the time, even patted his chest and said that he would take good care of these lonely children and let the hospital Grow well and heal the disease.

It wasn't until half a year ago when I contacted Mr. Clyde as usual that he told me that Ms. Wright's tumor had been removed and her condition had stabilized, with no recurrence for a long time.So I am ready to return to the post of director of the orphanage.

However, just when I was about to greet the dean, Ms. Wright, who can be called the king of children, has already opened her mouth like a cannonball: "Are you married? Why did you change your surname, or did you have a conflict with the Vasquez couple?" ? If you’re not happy—”

I quietly listened to the dean's nagging, the strange thing is that it has been almost ten years, but such nagging is still not annoying, I only smiled after her words came to an end Opened: "No, my father—the biological one—found me a few months ago, and my adoptive parents were very supportive of me going home, so I changed back to my father's surname."

Yep, that's where I'm going to spend that income.

I don't know about other orphanages, but Fawcett Municipal Orphanage is an extremely warm place.

Although I have had unpleasant things with other orphans there.

But if it wasn't for them, I would never have met my adoptive parents, and it would have been impossible for me to grow into the Roxy I am now.

I used to swear secretly that when I have money, I must give my adoptive parents and the orphanage that once sheltered me the best future.

I can do it now.

After I had a short phone call with Ms. Wright and said that I would go back to the orphanage when I was free, I hung up the phone and saw my boss staring at me with complicated eyes when I looked up.

"What's the matter?" I always felt nervous, I flinched a little, and opened my mouth to explain after blinking my eyes: "What Peter said before, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility—"

"That's not what I want to ask." My boss twitched the corner of his mouth, and slightly opened his half-clasped hands. I saw a bunch of small parts lying inside, and they seemed to be of different models: "Your family's What's wrong with people?"

"It's only been in your hands for two days, and I've already taken out thirteen trackers."

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