Cynthia’s Cat

Krell said gloomily: "Jeffrey, I won't act rashly, I understand."

With Creel's assurance, Jeffrey sighed in relief. He was afraid that Creel would go wild regardless of his injuries.

"That's good, we will investigate clearly, you are in Leon and wait for our news."

"Ok."

Krell, who hung up the phone, had a very gloomy face. It is impossible for him to stay at home alone. Leon is kind to him. If Leon really has an accident, he will kill the person who hurt Leon and give him revenge. .

Krell glanced at the small room one last time, and left decisively.

A day later, there was a man in a black trench coat standing at the door of the bakery. His face was grim, and his face was written that it was not easy to get close.

The women passing by will cast admiring eyes at the man, this man is too masculine, just the type they like.

Even Mortasi, who was working, became inattentive. She would look out the door from time to time. This man was too handsome, with sharp edges and corners, which was not inferior to the male stars on TV.

Tucker looked at the **** Motasi with disdain, his voice a little sour, "Is it that good-looking? It's not that much except being taller."

Motasi glared at Tucker, "Cut, Tucker, your voice is like eating a hundred lemons."

Tucker's face turned red, and Mortasi was mocking him.

"You..., you **** woman."

In fact, Tucker has a great affection for Motasi, because they are about the same age and often work together, so Tucker was a little jealous when he saw Motasi had a good opinion of other men.

Motasi glared at Tucker, "I'm an idiot? Who can't walk when they see the beauty?"

Tucker turned his head, he didn't want to argue with Motasi.

Leaning on Creel on the plane tree, I have never seen the man in the photo appear in the bakery. It is now more than 8 o'clock in the morning, and the man may not have gone to work.

After staring for almost half an hour, a jeep stopped at the intersection in front of the bakery. The man in the car was really the man in the photo.

The man may not be resting well and looked very tired. After the man entered the bakery, Krell walked in, his sight was always on the man, and when he saw the man go upstairs, Krell looked back. .

Krell pretended to be buying bread on the shelf, and his gaze was always looking at the stairs on the second floor, thinking about how to get to the second floor without notice.

"Sir, what kind of bread do you need, I can recommend it for you."

Creel saw the lady in the salesperson's clothes standing in front of him on the side of her head. Her eyes were a little hot, so Creel couldn't help frowning.

Creel said indifferently: "No, thank you."

Mortasi was a little bit disappointed. This man didn't look close, and the handsome men had a bad temper.

Mortasi was very confident of her looks. She was not angry because of Creel's indifference, and said politely: "Okay, if you have any needs, you can come to me. My name is Mortasi, and I am willing to serve you."

Just when Mottasi turned around and was about to return to his post, he was stopped by Krell.

"and many more."

Mottaxi stopped immediately. Could this handsome man have been conquered by her looks? She was so indifferent to her just now, and her voice now sounds a lot more polite.