Mrs. Vivian started to dress up early in the morning, changing one set of clothes after another in front of the mirror. The servants were holding more than thirty new clothes for her to choose. Many maids had twinkling eyes. The luster of envy.
After all, people are different.
They are all women, but some people can choose from thousands of items, pack up pieces of clothing that may not even be worn, and put them in the warehouse as if they have not been bought.
Some people have to lower their heads and hold clothes that they may need several years to afford, but there is almost no possibility of wearing them even once.
Therefore, don’t talk about equality between people. What is equal is the chance of birth, not status, status and wealth.
"Okay, this is it!" Mrs. Vivian was very satisfied with herself in the mirror. Although she was forty-one years old, she took good care of herself. Her favorable living conditions and status allow her to use things that many people would not even dare to think of to preserve her age. Just from her appearance, she seems to be only in her early thirties. There is no trace of time left on her tight skin. Her mature temperament and floral skirt mean that no one would believe her if she were a few years younger.
He took an off-white sunhat with red decoration from the servant's hand, and went out with a small Kun bag made by a master. She didn't need to say hello to anyone. If her husband wasn't dealing with a lot of work in the city hall, he was indulging in some female cousin's bed. She actually didn't care much about this.
Her father was a governor and former governor general. Being born into such a noble family, you can naturally get things that many people can't imagine, but you can also see ugliness that many people can't imagine. Take her father, for example. Many people say that her father participated in the war when he was young and continued to work hard in politics after the war, so he was in poor health and became bedridden in old age.
But she knew that when her father was already in his sixties, he often fooled around with some young girls, so that one night he suddenly fell beside the bed and fell into a coma. When she woke up several days later, several well-known doctors told her and her family that her father might never stand up and walk independently again.
Therefore, she turned a blind eye to these situations and had long been accustomed to them, or she had long accepted them.
Her mayor husband has his own entertainment projects, and she also has her own entertainment projects, such as the Delisle Art Museum.
Just like many old men like younger girls, Mrs. Vivian also likes young boys, even half-grown boys. She likes the youthfulness and impulsiveness of those whom she can call "children". This is her hobby. It may be a bit lacking in personal ethics, but it definitely does not violate the law.
Delisle had someone send a message saying that a big gift was going to be given to someone of hers, which made her very satisfied. At least she felt that the "arts" she had invested in over the years were not at a loss. Just when she walked out of the manor and was about to take a car to the Delisle Art Museum, when she saw the driver sent by Delisle to pick her up, she froze and then clamped her legs.
A ridiculously handsome young man was standing next to the car wearing the driver's favorite black and red plaid coat and a gray peaked cap. Even though he was dressed in such an old-fashioned way, it still couldn't hide his almost perfect appearance.
"What's your name? I've never seen you!" Mrs. Vivian put her hand on the handsome driver's hand, squeezed half of her body into the back seat of the car. There was endless fire in her eyes, staring closely into the boy's blue eyes.
The young driver took off his hat, revealing his hair that had been carefully taken care of. Although it was not shiny and smooth, there was no trace of dandruff and it was also very gentle. Mrs. Vivian could even smell the unique smell of the opposite sex.
It can be interpreted as the smell of old oil, or it can be interpreted as the smell of a newly mature man.
Dufo, who blushed under Mrs. Vivian's aggressive gaze, greeted Du Lin cordially three times in his heart before whispering: "My name is Jon, madam."
"Jon?" Mrs. Vivian read his name word for word, and then decorated her face with the sweetest smile in her life, "Are you from Ogdin? But your hair color... Sorry, I was too presumptuous."
Dufo shrugged his shoulders, showed a youthful smile, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I am a mixed race, many people say so, I am used to it."
Gently twirling the tight and delicate skin on the back of Dufo's hand with her fingers, Mrs. Vivian laughed happily, "Okay, I have to apologize. Is it you who gave it to me today?"
"Yes ma'am, the previous driver is sick. I am his nephew and I will take care of the driver." Dufo took a step forward and "squeezed" Mrs. Vivian into the back seat of the car. He didn't want to finish it. He was molested by an old woman in full view of the public.
Mrs. Vivian removed her hand from the back of Dufo's hand and smiled regretfully, but she soon became happy because she knew what the "gift" Delisle was talking about. She thinks such a boy can play for at least three years, if he doesn't change his appearance due to growth. In order to reward Delisle for his hard work, she decided to "invest" in a few more "arts" as a reward for this gift.
After closing the door, Dufo shivered slightly, got into the cab, and drove the car to Delisle's art gallery.
Mrs. Vivian actually remained silent throughout the whole process, not looking as impatient as before. But the more this happened, the more uneasy Du Fu felt, and he had already begun to pray to God for his next "destiny".
It was about forty minutes away from Delisle Manor. Amid the anxiety along the way, the car stopped outside the entrance of Delisle Art Museum.
Duffer went around to the car and opened the door. After helping Mrs. Vivian out, Delisle, who had been standing outside the art gallery door early, immediately greeted her.
"What's wrong with your face?" Mrs. Vivian looked at Delisle, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, with a look of curiosity on her face.
Delir was silent for a while and said with a smile: "I was hit by a pig!", Dufo glanced at him, and he immediately changed his mind, "Actually, I was robbed. Those guys are really too rude and barbaric. . Not only did they take away my money, they even beat me up because they were jealous of my appearance. For God’s sake, the security in Tener City is really chaotic!”
(End of chapter)