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.

rested his arm upon the window casually, with a cigarette between the fingers which were

well as

the person I

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

scratched the back

crowd would only be the last person in

very place where the last

figured

man’s face turned a

"When was it?"

"Just ten minutes ago."

The driver replied.

the young man dropped his cigarette ashes, coldly glancing over the place under the tree nearby incidentally when his

was a girl sitting on the

in the air,

an angel from the

in particular, rendered her arm

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

pity to be a mother at such a young age! He looked back

than one minute."

kicked on the back

me here when it lasted

"My bad, master."

lowered his

took a puff at his cigarette and extinguished it in the

now we go back to Colette Town and my staffs will keep

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

into a mess by the wind.He couldn't wait to pull down

"Annette!"

out from

and caught the sight of Wancy who was bolting

rid of this