I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

Bruce smiled politely, thinking to himself, it seems that Michelle never used perfume, I don’t know if it’s because she has no money to buy it, or she doesn’t like it—will she like it if he gave her perfume?

"Is your girlfriend going to get some snacks?" The cover girl seemed unintentional, "You don't have to worry, Tony didn't take her joke seriously."

Bruce nodded with a smile: "Well, thank you." Well, give the most expensive one, she must be happy, even if you don't need it, you can sell it.

"She is very cute. Is it Mr. Wayne's family? She looks like a little princess in your hand."

The woman was clearly talking nonsense with her eyes open, using their behavior that was not too intimate just now to create a topic.Whether Bruce answers yes or no, the woman can take it.

She had planned it well, even considering that even when Bruce mentioned that he had said it was his girlfriend, she feigned surprise and said she thought he was trying to block Tony on purpose and didn't mean it.

The little prince looked up at her quietly, with deep eyes.

Neither of them spoke.After looking at each other for a few seconds, the woman's heart moved, she straightened her hair at the sideburns, and asked straightforwardly, "Mr. Wayne, did I say something wrong?"

Bruce smiled: "Miss, do you think Michelle pays too much attention to material things?"

The woman said in her heart that he didn't protect her so much, so he didn't think it was that special to the girl. I'm afraid the girl's undisguised covetousness for money might even make him unhappy.

So, she said: "Maybe it's because she is young, just teach her more! Teach her more, and she will know that there are better things in the world than material things. I used to be busy making money. Fortunately, I understand that I Time to enjoy life, I like the blue sky, the sea, the beach, and the coconut trees. How about you, Bruce?"

Bruce listened patiently, then smiled at her. "Oh, you're amazing, ma'am. I'm 32 years old, and I'm as passionate about money as 18-year-old Michelle."

Miss Covergirl: "..."

"Bruce loves me!"

The woman turned her head in shock, and Misty brought back a cup of gold leaf chocolate and looked at her with a smile.I don't know why in my heart, I am very hairy.

"You want to steal my things?" Misty put down the cup, held the woman's head in both hands, and made eye contact with her.

The girl's slender fingers inserted into her hair, pressing the scalp, as if looking for a place to poke. "He's mine, bitch." She was still smiling, but the woman saw the inorganic coldness from those gray eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Okay... okay..." The woman's teeth chattered.

"Michelle." Bruce said, his girl puffed her cheeks, let go of her hand and stepped back, unhappy, "Don't call me."

However, even though she was unhappy, she still listened to him and didn't do anything.Bruce was very relieved: "Good girl, come to me."

He pulled the girl to sit on his lap, let her step on his expensive leather shoes ventedly, looked into the eyes of Miss Cover Girl, calm and firm: "Miss, no matter you, no matter what outsiders think, Michelle she A good girl."

The woman almost screamed: "Her? Good girl?" She almost died just now, she felt that she really wanted to poke her scalp with her fingers just now.

Bruce stared at her and said word by word, the little prince's blue eyes were as dark as the ocean for the first time: "Miss, you don't understand Gotham."

Girls from the slums of Gotham instinctively protect their food like hungry wolves.Even though they got along for a long time, Bruce never forgot that Michelle was a bad girl, but because of money, the little wolf cub shrank his paws in front of him and pretended to be a harmless milk dog.

The bad girl, little wolf cub, Misty, who once again consolidated her personality, was very happy.

——Batman's aura is really easy to use, you have to think about it more after you go home, and see, it scares the other girl's face into paleness, thinking she is a perverted big devil.

The woman was stabbed away, and the little princess stepped on the little prince's leather shoes and said proudly, "Do you know that if I don't come back in time, you will be swallowed alive by a woman with ulterior motives!"

"Why is she willing to kill me?" The little prince winked at her sweetly. "I'm dead. Which simple and rich fool does that young lady want to find to put a ring on her ring finger that was waiting for her?"

The female companion came here full of ambition, but she didn't know that the playboy had the ability to distinguish all kinds of women. No one should think of him as a fool. If you think he is a fool, most of the time, he is just willing to cooperate with you.

The girl was not happy: "Oh, so you know, you still talk to her." The little wolf cub bared his teeth: "Before you broke up with me, it was mine, understand! I will chop anyone who dares to stretch out their claws!"

She repeated stubbornly: "Mine!"

Bruce knows in his heart that sometimes possessiveness does not arise out of love. Like some people, they raise possessiveness by raising pets themselves, and they are very unhappy when they find their pets are close to others.In the final analysis, humans are also animals, and animals want to occupy territory.

"Because I know that my girl will be back soon. She saved me from danger and beat all the villains for me. I left the sofa and she will be sad when she comes back and finds that she lost me." The little prince's eyes carved out of starlight sapphires, under the reflection of the wall lamp, were misty and affectionate.

Misty never expected that the little prince, who was so sweet and trusting to her, would leave her without hesitation when the aliens attacked New York the next day.

After Bruce's car drove away, Misty was still in a dazed state, and the person running beside stopped in his tracks: "The black-haired man who abandoned you and drove away alone in a supercar is your boyfriend?"

There was no blood on the girl's clothes, and her gray eyes seemed a little empty. On the street, strange-looking aliens wantonly killed humans with gunfire.The sound of gunfire, screams, roars, screams, and piano music played in disorder, tormenting people's eardrums. "Yes," she said.Add an insignificant voice to those messy voices.

Passers-by looked at her lovingly: "Let's break up."

Misty thought that he was right—if Bruce was really her boyfriend, she would definitely use her high heels to make him understand what it meant to be an unbearable pain in life.

Man, there is no good stuff!

Bruce in the sports car suddenly felt chills in his lower body.

In the communication, his butler told him: "Left, right, there is no camera in the alley in front. Your equipment is in the base of the car—Master?"

"Ah Fu, have you turned on the air conditioner?"

"Sir, there's no room for air conditioning in a sports car."

When he got out of the sports car, Bruce turned into Batman.

It's dark, and it's even more stressful than aliens.

Batman hurried back.

"Master?" the butler was puzzled.The main battlefield is not there.

Batman said in a deep voice, "She is my responsibility."

she?

Although it is very inappropriate, the old housekeeper who has been looking forward to the little Master Wayne for a long time and is ready for his master to die alone is very energetic: "It is not a gentleman to let the lady wait alone. Maybe, sir, take that lady back to the manor , let me make cookies for her to calm her fear?"

"Ah."

"Well, I really don't have a chance to wait for my wife to come out with my old bones..." The butler suddenly came to his senses, and turned to ask the second-generation Robin, "Should I buy a hearing aid, otherwise, why would I have tinnitus so loud that I heard the master talking to you?" I said, he wants to take the girl home?"

Batman's young assistant and adopted son looked around him, focusing on observing the surveillance: "No, Fu, you heard me right, I'm going to have a mother who is only four years older than me."

The butler asked him, "What are you looking for?"

"Oh, I want to see what my stepmother looks like."

Then, he saw an 18-year-old girl half-kneeling on the pitted concrete floor. Warm blood dripped from her gray eyelids. There was a metal baseball bat in her hand. It was the most common sight. That, $13 is enough to get you.

In front of her was the headshot corpse of an alien, and behind her was a lady with a pale face and bleeding knees.

Robin tuned to the surveillance playback, "Batman, she was going to run, and her skateboard had taken her some way, and then, she found the lady fell, and she passed. She...well, she was My stepmother, I have no problem - Batman, her profile!"

Behind the ruins, the alien aimed at the girl with his left arm, which can emit energy beams, and opened fire.

Misty felt dizzy.She didn't know what she was thinking, but she couldn't think about it, she took out her skateboard and baseball bat, and rushed over to headshot the unsuspecting alien who shot at the lady—fortunately, it was a cyborg Life, not afraid of brains splashing after a headshot.

Damn it, there are so many superheroes, what kind of hero is she playing!

Misty clutched her baseball bat and tried to pull herself up, the sun beating her head and making her sick.He tried his best not to curl himself up on the ground.

Caught off guard, the back of her head was pinned down, and her nose slammed into the cold armor in front, sore and painful, and the girl's eyes turned red involuntarily.

Batman squatted halfway, protecting the girl into his arms, and opened his black cloak to block the laser beams emitted by the alien creatures.After the opponent's attack disappeared, he turned around quickly, and the bat dart was thrown out in a tricky arc. At the same time, the person rushed over. The blade on his forearm popped out and inserted|inserted into the forehead of the alien. .

The lady approached Misty tremblingly: "Thank you, Missy, without you, my nephew wouldn't be able to wait for me to come home—shall I help you up?"

Misty endured the pain, "I'm fine, I don't need to help, I'll be fine on my own."

The lady followed her gaze to the Dark Knight, a smile flooded her face: "He's such a reliable guy, isn't he?"

Misty supported the collapsed wall of the ruins and stood up, wiping the blood from his forehead with his hand, "Yes, he is a very reliable... knight."

She wants to change the previous words.

There are no good things for men, but, Batman doesn't count!

"..." It feels weird, did she use the wrong word somewhere?