Chapter 72 is hit by a pig

    Mrs. Vivienne began to dress up early in the morning, changing a set of clothes in the mirror, and people holding more than 30 A new piece of clothing is still selected by her, and the eyes of the girl servant are shimmering with the luster of envy.

    The person and the person are different after all.

    All are women, but some people can choose one piece of clothes that may not even be worn and put them in the warehouse as no purchase. Over.

    Someone must hold down their heads and hold clothes that they may take years to continue to buy, but they may not even wear them once.

    So don’t say equality between people, equality is the opportunity to be born, not identity, status, and wealth.

     "Okay, let's just do this!", Mrs. Vivian is very satisfied with herself in the mirror, although she is forty-one years old, but she is maintaining Very good. Her living conditions and status allow her to use her own things that she can't even think about to save her age. Just from the outside, she seems to be only in her early thirties. There is no trace of the years left on the firm skin, the mature temperament plus the floral skirt, and the age of her down is not unbelievable.

    From the servant's hand, he took a white-and-white hat with red decoration, and Xiao Kunbao, carrying a master craft, went out. She doesn't need to greet anyone. If her husband is not dealing with a lot of work in the city hall, he is indulging in the bed of a female watch. For this, she is not really concerned about it.

     Her father is a governor and former governor. Born in such an expensive family, you can naturally get things that many people can't imagine, but you can also see the ugliness that many people can't imagine. For example, her father, many people say that her father was involved in wars when he was young, and he has been working hard in politics since the end of the war, so his body is short, and he is bedridden under old age.

    But she knows that when her father was over sixty years old, she often mixed up with some young girls, so that one night she suddenly fell to the bed. On the side, unconscious. A few days after I woke up, several very famous doctors told her and her family that her father might no longer be able to stand up alone and walk.

    Therefore, she turned a blind eye to these situations, has long been used to it, or has long accepted.

     Her mayor husband has his own entertainment project, and she also has her own entertainment projects, such as the Delil Art Gallery.

     Just like many older men like young girls, Mrs. Vivienne also likes young boys, and even half-sized boys. She likes the youth and the enthusiasm that can be called "children" for her. This is her hobby. She may be guilty of private morality, but she has never touched the law.

    Delier made a letter saying that there was a big gift to give her a person, which made her very satisfied, at least she felt that she had invested in those years. "Artwork" is not a loss. Just as she walked out of the manor and was ready to take a car to the Delil Art Gallery, she caught her while she saw Delier picking up her driver, and then clamped her legs.

    A handsome, unspeakable young man wearing the driver’s favorite black-red plaid jacket, standing on the side of the car with a gray cap. Even if he is so old-fashioned, he still can't hide his almost perfect appearance.

     "What's your name? I haven't seen you!", Mrs. Vivian reached out and put it on the hands of a handsome driver, gently applying force, half body Stuffed into the back seat of the car. In the depths of her eyes, there was an endless flame, staring at the juvenile blue scorpion.

    The young driver took off his hat and revealed the well-kept hair. Although there was no slick, but there was no bit of dandruff, it was very gentle. Mrs. Vivian is even able to smell the unique taste of the opposite sex.

     can be interpreted as old oily taste, can also be interpreted as a mature manly.

     Some of the blushing eyes of Mrs. Vivian’s aggressive eyes were graciously greeted three times by Du Lin, only to whisper: "My name is Jon, madam."

    "Jon?", Mrs. Vivian read his name verbatim and used his life the most A sweet smile made up your face. "Are you an Ogden? But your hair color... I am sorry, I am too presumptuous."

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