"You're my woman now, and I don't like women with a few feet in the water, so I hope you'll keep your distance from him." Not to talk to him?

That's not good!

She is his woman now, and he has to remind her all the time to keep her peace.

Louis waited a few more moments, but there was still no response on the phone.

This woman, is she talking to Brooklyn right now?

That's why they don't take care of themselves.

Louis' eyebrows sank slightly, and after thinking about it, he found two photos of Violet's sleeping face and sent them over. On the other end, Violet listened to the constant sound of messages and unconsciously picked up her phone to take a look. When she saw the photo on her phone, she hastily hit the steering wheel and pulled the car over to the side of the road. This man, actually stole a picture of himself!

What does he want?

"Who are you? What exactly do you want? Are you trying to blackmail me?"

At this moment, she just wants to slap herself to death.

How is it that you can lose your virtue after drinking?

Tic.

The man sent a transfer red packet over.

"I don't want to break the law, just remind you that you are my woman now and I hope you stay away from other men."

Violet counted the six eights that the man turned and almost laughed in exasperation.

"This gentleman, are you planning to bag me?"

The two slept overnight, he did not receive the two thousand eight hundred she gave, backhandedly transferred her eighty-eight thousand eight hundred. So generous!

"Whatever you think, or, alternatively, you can be the one to wrap me up?"

Louis hooked his lips and typed with interest.

Life is too tight and it's fun to tease someone in this way.

"Sorry, I'm not a rich woman."

Violet gritted her teeth and snapped back.

"It's okay, you can hold on to my golden thigh."

"I'm sorry, I don't have the idea of being a mistress."

"I don't have a family, and I don't have a girlfriend."

Looking at the man's submissive reply on the phone, Violet bit her lip and her almond eyes flashed.

"You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Is that okay?"

"But I'm a face person! You know my ex-husband Louis, right? Unless you don't look anything like him, then I'll think about it."

Natalie said the man was old and ugly.

After she made such a request, the old man must be embarrassed to pester himself anymore, right?

Louis stared at the words on his phone, a small smile flashing in his eyes.

"You think your ex-husband is good looking?"

His ex-wife actually uses him as a standard?

I don't know why I feel so good!

"Or what?"

"Isn't he ice faced and scary?"

Hmm?

I think I've heard that somewhere before?

Violet stared at the message on her phone and blinked.

"That's the majestic aura he has developed from years of fighting in the mall, do you understand?"

The curve of Louis' mouth got bigger.

"It sounds as if you still worship your ex-husband?"

The little woman with a heart of gold.

Why did he love to see her defend herself in front of others so much?

"You're so nosy! All right, I'm driving! Remember, if you don't look as good as Louis, don't bother me! You have to know yourself, understand?"

Violet didn't want to bullshit with the stranger any further, and after sending a message over, she tossed her phone to the side.

Louis on the other end looked at the message on his phone and laughed silently.

He raised his hand and touched his face, thought about it, and dialed out.

"Dominic, do something for me ......"

On the other end of the line, Violet restarted the car.

Just not long after driving out, the phone beeped again.

This man, there is no end to it!

Violet was exasperated and was thinking about whether to just blackball him.

But when she picked up her phone, she couldn't help but blush slightly when she saw a message displayed on it!

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