Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Chapter 365

Bonnie: "......"

She was so angry and amused that she reached out and poked Anna's forehead, "Hurry up and go to sleep, your brain is out of whack."

Yes, the masked man saved Anna, and she was quite grateful.

But not so much that Anna is so enchanted that she would rather poke herself in the eye and be with him, right?

However, Bonnie still knows Anna's character.

This little girl grew up in a honeypot, the family does not have to worry about things, so the character is extraordinarily flighty and open, many things are just three minutes hot.

Now say you want to marry the masked man, it is possible that tomorrow will be fascinated with the company's new go to executives.

She didn't bother to advise much.

"Get some rest, and if you can find the masked man, remember to call out for a meal and thank people properly." Bonnie said.

Anna nodded, "Don't worry, do you even need to tell me that?"

After Bonnie left, Anna wondered where she should go to find the masked man.

Look at that look, he seems to be a regular customer of the bar, then go to the bar to find, should be the right!

Mask man, you just wait to accept my sister's strong and passionate love attack!

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Bar, inside the private room.

Rupert sneezed for no apparent reason.

He rubbed his nose before looking to the bartender next to him, "Bring the man up."

"Yes." The bartender immediately did as he was told.

Two minutes later, Mr. Smith, who was bruised and lame, was thrown in front of Rupert.

After Rupert carefully identified, a shade lingered on his handsome face, "Expert Smith, is it really you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's me, Mr. Robertson, you're here, I almost got killed!" Mr. Smith nodded his head in a hurry, tears were falling down his face. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

God knows how torturous his life was just now!

Mr. Smith thought, and began to complain to Rupert, trembling and raising his hand to point at the bartender, "Mr. Robertson, that's him, he just hit me, I'm a foreign expert, how can I be bullied like that?"

The bartender was aggrieved, "He hit me first, and he cursed me and even threatened to blow up the bar."

"No need to talk," Rupert waved his hand, gesturing for the bartender to shut up, "just go out and do your job."

The bartender nodded and turned to leave.

Mr. Smith saw the situation confused, "Mr. Robertson, what do you mean, how can you let him go, he is a murderer ah."

With that, he tried to yank the bartender.

The custom-made soldier boots were so hard that Mr. Smith's fingers made a crunching sound.

Apparently the bones are breaking apart a little.

"Help ...... help." Mr. Smith was in so much pain that he was sweating and almost about to pass out.

"Why do you think, Expert Smith, that you were brought here by the bartender to be cleaned up?" Rupert asked in a hushed voice.

Mr. Smith's voice broke as he spoke, "Why?"

"You touched the wrong person." Rupert said, with a vicious push.

Just heard a click, Mr. Smith's entire hand palm bones were shattered by him, directly fainted from the pain.

Rupert then withdrew his foot in disgust.

He called for someone to throw Mr. Smith to the police station, "Get the best lawyer you can and give him a sentence, as severe as you can."

"Don't worry Mr. Robertson," the bartender promised heavily, "I'll get Willisto's most famous gold medal lawyer, and he'll start with life!"