My Sweetheart

The owner of the car also got out of the car quickly. He was a middle-aged man about forty years old. He looked angrily at his half-broken car. He pointed at Vivian and yelled, "Can you drive? I have just bought it, can you afford it?"

Vivian frowned and couldn't help but explained, "Sir, it was you who slammed the brakes on suddenly, so I ran into it."

Although her driving skill was not very good, she will not crash into others for no apparent reason.

When the man heard what she said, he became even more angry, "What do you mean? Do you want to shirk responsibility?"

Vivian squeezed her eyebrows a little irritably, and said lightly, "How much I need to pay for your car?"

The man held up a finger and quickly said a number.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she said coldly, "Are you blackmailing me? This money is enough for you to buy a new car."

The man suddenly sneered, "Then you go buy a new one for me."

He pointed arrogantly at the car behind him, "You can't buy this car with money."

Seeing Vivian's embarrassed look, the man became even more presumptuous, "Lady, if you can't afford it, just tell me, we can call the police." 　　

“Ok, then go to the police station!" Vivian said solemnly.

As she said, she took out her mobile phone, but before she dialed number, the man suddenly smashed her mobile phone as if he had been stimulated. The expression on his face was even a bit fierce, "Who do you want to call? Go to the police station directly!"

Vivian paused, and immediately knew that this man's intention was not simple.

And his eyes seemed to be ill-intentioned. Her back chilled. She turned around on high heels decisively, and walked towards to other cars.

There were quite a few car owners who stopped to watch a good show around, "Sir, can you lend me your mobile phone to make a call?"

He smashed her cell phone and thought she couldn't make calls?

Vivian was still very confident of her beauty. When she smiled, people can’t refuse her. It was so easy for her to borrow a mobile phone.

"No problem at all."

to snatch her phone fiercely. She coldly said, "What are you doing?

expected, the middle-aged man didn't dare to move

a lazy voice

Vivian suddenly became nervous...

nervous when she bumped into someone’s Porsche just

lip and asked cautiously, "Are you

anxious when he answered the phone today and

"You called me just to ask if

she mustered up the courage to say annoyedly, "I just ran into a car... he may be from my family. He wants to take me

he is there, she will feel more

know that I

Even if

your things done first. I will take care

the phone over there

wait to hang

after she putting down the phone, a sudden crash sounded. The Porsche that was hit just now and was parked on the same

sigh of emotion around

he walked towards the car. Before he reached out

handsome face appeared, and

come here? Had he been here when she

the car had stretched out his slender hand. He held a check in his hand,

middle-aged man’s face with a

she could not see Marlon's face. She hurriedly returned the phone to the man who lent her the phone, opened the car door and sat in

she got on the car, the man didn't even give her a chance to speak, he immediately started the engine and left the scene of the

was a traffic jam on the road. Marlon was not in a hurry, but he was definitely good at overtaking. He had a

profile. Because the atmosphere was a little awkward, so she said, "My car

"Then find

head to make a call. This thing was

held back for a long time, then she asked

now separated from her family. She had no much

just snorted lightly, "What do

upset. She wringed her fingers, and asked nervously, "You