Mrs. Vivian began to dress up early in the morning and changed into a set of clothes in front of the mirror. The servants were holding more than thirty new clothes and still selected by her. Many maids' eyes were shining with envy and jealousy.

People are different after all.

They are all women, but some people can choose to pack up clothes that may not even be worn before and put them in the warehouse as if they had never bought them.

Some people have to lower their heads and hold clothes that may take several years to continue to be affordable, but they have almost no chance of wearing them once.

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

"Okay, just this one!" Mrs. Vivian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror. Although she was forty-one years old, she was very well maintained. Her generous living conditions and status allowed her to use things that many people dare not even think about to preserve her age. Just from the appearance, she seemed to be in her early thirties. There was no trace left by time on her tight skin. Her mature temperament and floral skirt made her age look down and said how old she was.

She took a beige sun hat with red decoration from the servant, carried a master's craftsmanship and went out. She didn't need to say hello to anyone. Her husband would either handle the numerous work in the city hall or indulge in the bed of a woman's cousin. She actually didn't care much about this.

Her father was a governor, former governor. Born in such a noble family, he naturally got many things that people could not imagine, but he could also see ugly things that many people could not imagine. For example, her father, many people say that her father participated in wars when he was young and had been working hard in politics after the war ended, so he was in a weak state and was bedridden when he was old and weak.

But she knew that when her father was in his sixties, he often roamed with some young girls, so that one night he suddenly fell by the bed and fell into a coma. When he woke up, it was already a few days later. Several very famous doctors told her and her family that her father might no longer be able to stand up independently and walk.

So, she turned a blind eye to these situations and had long been used to them, or had already accepted them.

Her mayor's husband has his own entertainment programs, and she also has his own entertainment programs, such as the Derelle Art Gallery.

Just like many old men like young girls, Mrs. Vivian also likes young men and even half-aged boys. She likes the youthfulness and motivation that can be called "children" for her. This is her hobby. She may be a little indebted in private morality, but she absolutely does not touch the law.

Delier sent a message saying that there was a big gift to give her alone, which made her very satisfied. At least she felt that the "artwork" she had invested in over the years was not a loss. Just as she walked out of the manor to take a car to Delier Art Museum, just when she saw the driver sent by Delier to pick her up, she was stunned and clamped her legs.

A young man who was so handsome that he was wearing the drivers' favorite black and red plaid jacket, and stood by the car with a certain gray baseball cap. Even though he was so old-fashioned, he still couldn't hide his almost perfect appearance.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you!" Mrs. Vivian reached out and put her hand on the handsome driver's hand, and gently squeezed her body into the back seat of the car. There was endless flames deep in her eyes, staring at the boy's blue eyes.

The young driver took off his hat and revealed his carefully cared hair. Although it was not smooth, it was not a little dandruff, and it was very gentle. Mrs. Vivian could even smell the unique smell of the opposite sex.

It can be explained as the smell of old oil or the taste of just mature men.

Du Fu greeted Du Lin three times in his heart, and then said in a low voice, "My name is Jon, Madam."

"Jon?" Mrs. Vivian read his name word by word, and then decorate her face with the sweetest smile of her life, "Are you Ogding? But your hair color... I'm sorry, I'm too presumptuous."

Dufo shrugged his shoulders, showing a youthful and energetic smile, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm a mixed-race child. Many people say that, I'm used to it."

Gently twisting the tight and delicate skin on the back of the Buddha's hand with his fingers, Mrs. Vivian laughed happily, "Okay, I have to apologize. Are you giving it to me today?"

"Yes, the driver before is sick. I am his nephew, I will take the shift." Dufo took a step forward and "squeezed" Mrs. Vivian into the back seat of the car. He didn't want to be teased by an old woman in full view of everyone.

Mrs. Vivian's hand moved away from the back of Dufo's hand and smiled with regret, but she soon became happy because she knew what the "big gift" Delier mentioned was. She felt that such a boy could play for at least three years, if he would not change his appearance due to development. In order to reward Delier's intention, she decided to "invest" a few more "artworks" as reward for this gift.

After closing the car door, Dufo trembled slightly, got into the cab, and drove the car to Derell's Art Museum.

Along the way, Mrs. Vivian remained silent throughout the whole process, not as impatient as before. But the more this happened, the more the Buddha felt, the more he was in his heart, and he had begun to pray to God for his next "destiny".

It was almost forty minutes from Delier Manor. Amidst the trepidation, the car stopped outside the door of Delier Art Museum.

Dufo went around the side of the car and opened the car door. After helping Mrs. Vivian get out, Delier, who had stood outside the art museum early, immediately met him.

"What's wrong with your face?" Mrs. Vivian looked at Dereal with a bruised nose and showed a curiosity on her face.
Chapter completed!