Mrs. Vivian began to dress up early in the morning and changed clothes one after another in front of the mirror. People were holding more than 30 new clothes and she still chose them. The eyes of many maids were shining with envy and jealousy.

    People are different after all.

    They are all women, but some people can pack clothes that may not even be worn and put them in the warehouse as if they had not bought them.

    Some people have to lower their heads and hold clothes that they may need several years to continue to be able to afford, but they can hardly wear them once.

    Therefore, don''t say equality between people. What is equal is the opportunity of birth, not identity, status and wealth.

    "Yes, that''s it!" Mrs. Vivian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror. Although she was 41 years old, she maintained herself very well. The excellent living conditions and status allow her to use many things that people can''t even think of to preserve her age. Just from the appearance, she seems to be in her early thirties. No trace of years can be found on her tight skin. Her mature temperament and broken flower skirt make her age down. No one believes it.

    He took a beige sun hat with red decoration from the servant''s hand and went out with a master''s Xiaokun bag. She doesn''t need to say hello to anyone. Her husband either handles a lot of work in the city hall or indulges in a woman''s watch bed. She doesn''t really care about this.

    Her father was a governor, a former governor. Born in such a noble family, you can naturally get things that many people can''t imagine, but you can also see ugliness that many people can''t imagine. For example, many people say that her father was bedridden because he participated in the war when he was young and worked hard in politics after the war.

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

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

    Her mayor husband has his own entertainment, and she also has her own entertainment, such as the delier Art Museum.

    Just as many old men like young girls, Mrs. Vivian also likes young boys, even half grown boys. She likes those who can be called "children" for her. This is her hobby. She may owe some private morality, but it never touches the law.

    Delier sent a letter saying that there was a big gift for her, which made her very satisfied. At least she felt that the "works of art" she had invested in these years did not suffer a loss. Just as she got out of the manor to take a bus to the delier Art Museum, when she saw the driver sent by delier to pick her up, she was stunned and clamped her legs.

    A handsome young man wearing the drivers'' favorite black and red plaid coat and a gray cap stood beside the car. Even if he was so old-fashioned, he couldn''t hide his almost perfect face.

    "What''s your name? I haven''t seen you!" Mrs. Vivian reached out and put her hand on the handsome driver. She pushed half of her body into the back seat of the car. With endless flames in her eyes, she stared at the boy''s blue eyes.

    The young driver took off his hat and showed his carefully managed hair. Although it was not oily, it was not a bit of dandruff. It was also very soft. Mrs. Vivian could even smell the unique smell of the opposite sex.

    It can be explained as old oil flavor or just mature masculinity.

    Seeing some blushes from Mrs. Vivian''s aggressive eyes, dufo cordially greeted Du Lin three times before whispering, "my name is Jon, madam."

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

    Dufo shrugged his shoulders, showed a youthful smile, smiled and said, "it doesn''t matter. I''m a hybrid. Many people say so. I''m used to it."

    Gently twirling the tight and delicate skin on the back of both Bergamot with her fingers, Mrs. Vivian smiled happily, "well, I have to apologize. Did you send me today?"

    "Yes, ma''am, the former driver is ill. I''m his nephew and I''ll lead the shift.", Dover 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 the public.

    Mrs. Vivian took her hand away from the back of dufo''s hand and smiled with regret, but she soon became happy because she knew what delier called "big gift". She thinks such a boy can play for at least three years if he doesn''t change his appearance because of development. In order to reward delier''s intentions, she decided to "invest" in several "works of art" as a reward for this gift.

    After closing the door, dufo shivered slightly, got into the cab and drove the car to delier''s Art Museum.

    Along the way, Mrs. Vivian kept silent all the way, not as eager as before. But the more so, the more confused dufo was. He had begun to pray to God for his next "destiny".

    It''s about 40 minutes away from delier manor. In the fear of all the way, the car stopped outside delier Art Museum.

    Duffer went around the car, opened the door, helped Mrs. Vivian down, and delier, who had already stood outside the art museum, immediately welcomed her.

    "What''s the matter with your face?" Mrs. Vivian looked at delier with a black and blue face and showed a curious face.

    Delier was silent for a moment and said with a smile, "hit by a pig!" dufo glanced at him, and he immediately changed his mouth, "in fact, I was robbed. Those guys are really rude and barbaric. They not only took my money, but also envied my appearance and beat me up. God is on, the law and order in tenar city is really chaotic!"