The crying girl always has to return to her family, and Sanjay's driver is of course the one who protects the flowers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know if it was the stimulation of the transgression, or out of revenge for the bad man, Pumira acquiesced to Sanjay's hand on the way back.

"Sanjay. Is your real name Sanjay? “

"Of course, I don't have to fake my name, after all, it may affect our future love words, right?" Sanjay was cheeky and stared intently at the road ahead with his eyes open.

"Who has a future with you, and how long are you going to install it in my house?" As she spoke, Pumira glanced at Sanjay.

Sanjay replied with a sad face, "Soon, Miss." It won't be long before someone more powerful than me will occupy this position, and the thought of me being forced to be separated from you for a few months makes me cherish the good time of tonight all the more. “

"Hmph, I don't believe it. At the end of the day, you're just a liar. The slightly angry girl slapped the dutiful driver.

The dutiful driver, however, suddenly turned on the lights, turned his head and said sincerely: "My beloved Lady Pumela, Lord Rama, if you agree, we can register our marriage tomorrow, and then you will know that my wealth is enough to give you the most luxurious wedding in the whole south." “

"Then noble Mr. Sanjay, why don't you just propose to my father? As you say, I can't think of a reason for my father to refuse. “

"No, though you know your father, your mother knows nothing. She will only accept elopement love, not the traditional dowry. “

Pumila Besanjay's words laughed happily, she glared at Sanjay with watery eyes, watched him stop the car and turn off the fire, and said angrily: "I don't believe your nonsense, if you can prove to me the truth of what you say, then I will consider your proposal." Well, just consider. “

Sanjay shrugged his shoulders and looked at Pumira with delight. "Look at these eyes, any man would want to jump in them and take a swim. But Pumila, if you don't go out again, Dear Lady Sunanda, you will punish me tonight, and then I may not be able to resist it, and propose to your parents today! After saying that, Sanjay also leaned over, opened the passenger side door for Pumila, leaned over and pressed on the cotton slacks, and the contracted arm deliberately swept the warm lower abdomen.

When Pumira opened the car door in anger, she was startled by several family members standing not far away.

As the head of the family, Sunanda took the lead in initiating a stern question: "Pumela, it's so late, where have you been?" “

Pumila was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, while Sanjay calmly got out of the car and stood respectfully beside the car, watching Pumila's embarrassment.

Pumela, who couldn't think of an excuse, subconsciously looked at Sanjay, just in time not to find his gloating expression.

At the urging of her mother, the dignified girl maintained her previous posture, took an equal pace, and dragged her mother to the house to talk about family life.

The obese butler lifted his glasses and walked to the driver who abducted the eldest lady without permission.

The butler's reprimand made Pumela, who was pretending to be pitiful, laugh.

After the painless punishment, Sanjay still had to serve the family the next day. He first got up early to take Shekar to the airport in Hyderabad, and when he returned, he turned around to the hotel and cordially greeted his rival Rosit.

Sitting on a comfortable couch in the hotel, looking at the transcript of last night's torture. Sanjay had never felt so inferior, he picked up a vase and smashed it on Rosit's head, stepped on his neck, stared at his handsome face stained with blood, and asked himself: "How can you, an orphan with no education, no family, and even an unknown birth, surpass me and occupy a woman's heart?" “

Rosit, who was lying on the ground, opened his mouth to say something, but a leather shoe was pressed against his throat, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

Sanjay, who lifted his right foot, stomped on Rosit's face, and the sound of a broken nose rang out along with the sound of teeth falling out.

Rosit, who was hit again, was even more panicked and didn't even dare to speak.

In the next few days, as long as Pumila used his private car, the two of them were like leaving behind the mustard of the lady and the driver, like a pair of ordinary lovers.

Whether it's a shopping mall or a dessert shop, jewelry or a leather bag, Sanjay's seemingly unlimited credit card completely dispelled the last doubt in Pumela's heart. After all, the education she received since she was a child determined that she would never accept marrying a driver, but if this driver became the young master of a noble family when he proposed marriage, it would be regarded as making up for Rosit's irreparable regrets.

Although the dignified Pumira rejected the pre-marital bottom line, holding hands, hugging and kissing have become the norm for two people in love.

Good times are always short-lived, and Sanjay, who sent Mrs. Sunanda to the hotel to discuss important matters, unexpectedly received the bad news that Gou Deng had arrived at the airport.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Sunanda to leave the hotel in a hurry, get into Sanjay's car, and urge him to speed towards the hospital.

Sanjay, who was waiting in the parking lot of the hospital, began to check the battery level of the candid camera equipment in the car himself. Under the instructions of the telephone, the lurking manpower also began to conduct a full re-inspection of other vehicles parked in the house.

Stepping out of the car that had been driving for a month, thinking about the upcoming Diwali, Sanjay's heart was somewhat reluctant.

The phone rang, and Sanjay honestly did his last job, carrying the briefcase in Shekar's car, and walked into the hospital and into the ward.

"Excuse me, what do you get by sending this briefcase?" A short black middle-aged man with a neck correction and a black-clothed bodyguard stopped Sanjay, who was a little distracted.

"What else can there be, of course, as usual, every month." Despite knowing that the work should be over, Sanjay reluctantly hid his briefcase behind him.

"If you give this to us, you will get a car worth seven million rupees."

Sanjay lowered his head, trying not to see his heart, and said formulaically, "That's what you said, but I didn't see the key." “

The bodyguard standing aside took out a car key from his body, and Sanjay could only accept the key happily like most poor drivers, and handed over the inconsequential briefcase.

After holding the keys and seeing his new car, Sanjay's heart really rose with joy.

As he drove towards downtown Chennai, he called Babur.

"I said, I should be able to use this kind of free car all the time." There was no clear answer on the other end of the phone, leaving Sanjay confused to put down the phone, increase the throttle and run to his new home.

With convenient transportation, Sanjay quickly saw his new home, a room in an old building.

Narrow roads, naughty children on the side of the streets, and muddy streets. Not to mention a good car, even a motorcycle, it is impossible to park in such a neighborhood with peace of mind. After a simple handover with the bodyguard, the car that had just arrived became a debt for the previous shopping.

After walking into the room with a cold face, facing Babur in a gorgeous costume, Sanjay's anger finally couldn't help but vent.

"Babur, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, then I'll fight you here today."

Babur, who has experienced torture by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, is more mature than before, and his eyes are much more vicissitudes than before. He didn't hurry to bring Sanjay to the window and pointed to the high-powered telescope fixed to the window.

Sanjay looked through the window in confusion and muttered, "Isn't it a secret prostitute?" If you want to see it, just go inside. But the body was still honestly crouching in front of the window, and the eyes were attached to the rubber skin of the lens tube.

Behind the old-fashioned fence bars, the back of a slender girl with fair skin appeared in the field of vision in the camera. Sanjay, who had wanted to count a few words from Babur, happened to see the girl's demeanor and beautiful appearance when she turned around, so that those words stuck in his throat.

After hours of haggling, Babur not only returned the car to the prince, but also arranged for the prince to enter and exit the university, where the girls worked.

Of course, this does not mean that Sanjay is back to living a human life, his task is to break into such a neighborhood, experience the atmosphere of market life, and summarize his own perception of the underworld.

While Babur was arranging a new house, Sanjay sat in front of the window, took out his computer and plugged it in, watching the latest monitoring audio.

The fatigue of driving made him squint his eyes and listen to the unimportant recordings.

"Sir, this is Hyderabad. The traffic was terrible and the famous god was Goddess Petama Tully. "Listening to the voice, it looks like a black and short middle-aged housekeeper who has had a relationship.

The butler's voice continued to sound: "Sir, she is your aunt Sunanda. She used to be thinner, but now she is fatter and a lot stronger. He is your uncle, Raja Shakhar, who used to have curly hair, but now he has more money and less hair. He used to run a three-star hotel, and now they run a five-star hotel and they are losing money. Your uncle is a lawyer in the courtroom, and your aunt is a judge at home. He has two brothers and two wives. “

The voice was interrupted here, and the butler continued, "Ah, I mean, each of them has a wife. “

An unfamiliar male voice interjected: "Tell me about my aunt, don't talk about useless things." “

The housekeeper retorted loudly: "Without knowing these details, how can you make a plan to take your aunt home?" “

"Lord Rama didn't build a bridge until he got to the seaside, and before he set out to go to the beach, he didn't plan to build a bridge in the woods." Young Gouden, eager to defend himself.

The butler interrupted his master again and said, "I didn't mean that, sir. “

Gou Deng said impatiently, "Can you please stop talking." “

There was a "snap", and the butler's screams rang out.

"Why don't you just use a plaster cast and seal his mouth." After Gou Deng's reproach sounded, the gentle voice of the head of the bodyguard followed: "I'm sorry, I didn't think of this solution. “

"Are you hurt, Baloo?"

"Alas! Alas? I'm fine. “

The answer between the master and the servant was full of warmth, and what was said next was not heard by Sanjay, who was asleep.