My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 002 Let's go to Shiveport Purr!

The motorcycle pulled over under a tree not far from the gate of the elementary school.

Annette sat on the motorcycle with one long and straight leg supporting against the ground, and took off the helmet, letting her black hair cascade over her shoulders.

She narrowed her eyes to see the gate clearly, where there was a crowd of parents waiting for I their kids.

Still ten minutes before Wancy finished his class.

A faint trace of impatience appeared in Annette’s eyes.

She flapped her backpack to the front.

Unzipped, the black backpack revealed its messy inside.

A laptop, a replica gun, a mechanical watch, three phones, two big ones and one small one.

A palm-sized roll of black cloth, a long metal box, a metal lighter, a pack of cigarettes and some lollipops.

All together they did have quite some weight.

Annette took out one of the phones.

Tens of unread messages popped out from an app.

Having noticed one of them, she raised her eyebrows, with a light smile going wild.

A black limousine came to halt slowly at the opposite side of the road.

"Young master, here it is."

Said the driver.

The car window at the right hand side slid down.

Sitting at the back of the limousine was a man in a black shirt, long legs overlapped.

cigarette between the fingers which

a look at the school as well as the

me the person I

skin, deep eyes, well-chiseled chin and lightly-compressed thin lips, all of which

driver scratched the back of

last person in the world that they

the very place

couldn't figured it

man’s face turned a

"When was it?"

"Just ten minutes ago."

The driver replied.

dropped his cigarette ashes, coldly glancing over the place under the tree nearby

was a girl

in the air, her face looked

be an

bracelet around her wrist, in particular, rendered her arm so slender and

was that her clothes were too big and loose to give away the secret

such a young age! He looked back inside the car and

than one minute." The

on the

here when it lasted only less than

"My bad, master."

driver lowered

at his cigarette and extinguished

Town and my staffs

aged around seven or eight, was

he spotted Annette, whom he immediately ran toward.His curly hair had been blown into a mess by the wind.He couldn't wait to pull down his school uniform.He then crammed it into his

"Annette!"

shouted out from

eyes from the phone and caught the sight of Wancy who was bolting toward her.She

rid of this bloody