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.

with a cigarette between the fingers which were with clear knuckles and

school as well

me the person I

deep eyes, well-chiseled chin and

scratched the back

in this crowd would only be the last person in the world that they were looking

here is the very place where the last trace

couldn't figured it

man’s face turned

"When was it?"

"Just ten minutes ago."

The driver replied.

the place under the tree nearby incidentally when his

was a girl

flew in the air, her face looked unbelievably

could be an angel

her wrist, in

her clothes were too big and loose to give

to be a mother at such a young age! He looked back inside the car and asked, "how long has the signal stayed

than one minute."

kicked on the

bring me here when it lasted only less than one

"My bad, master."

driver lowered

man took a puff at his cigarette

now we go back to Colette Town and my

little boy, aged around seven or eight, was the first one to rush

curly hair had been blown into a mess by

"Annette!"

shouted out from

raised her eyes from the phone and caught the sight of Wancy who was bolting toward her.She tutted, "Do you have

rid of