The Girl Come Back is Super

Chapter 381 Cut the crap, do you want it?

Nikita picked up her black backpack, and before getting off the car, she routinely said “thank you” to

Sheehan.

The man sat in the car, squinting, watching the girl’s tall and slim figure walked into the crowd.

His cell phone vibrated.

He looked down and saw that Yates had sent another message.

Yates: Mr. Lambert, don’t say that I am not enough to be a friend, and I haven’t helped you.

Let me remind you that tomorrow is your girl’s birthday.

For girls, the eighteenth birthday is of special significance. You can prepare well and give your girl a surprise. Maybe as soon as she felt touched, she might fall in love with you.

Nikita’s birthday is coming?

In the data of Yates’s investigation, Nikita had passed her eighteenth birthday.

Yates said tomorrow is her birthday.

Sheehan quickly realized that Yates was talking about the actual birthdate.

The man sat in the car for a moment, he opened the door, and got out of the car.

“Uncle Lee, wait here while I go shopping.”

driver, Sheehan strode, under the sights of pedestrians, into the crowded

walked into the mall and took the elevator

is a large comprehensive shopping mall. From the first

sixth floor, there are specialty

higher the floor, the higher the price of the goods.

all luxury brands, luxury brands are also graded. There are luxury brands selling goods of tens of thousands dollars, and there are also luxury brands selling hundreds

millions dollars.

like they are all rich and powerful.

ordinary luxurious brands and top luxurious brands

23rd floor, there are all high-end

went out of the elevator, while sending text messages to Xavier, she walked into the nearest

anything you

his mobile phone all the time, and he

not picking out a birthday present for me, are you?

Well, if you want anything, I’ll buy it

need to accompany

don’t want anything

you and buy you gifts.

you want.

Nikita, your tone is very overbearing.

Nikita: Overbearing?

in love with me. Have

Nikita:…

the crap, do