Lady Vivien began to dress up early in the morning, and changed into one set of clothes after another in the mirror, and the servants were holding more than thirty new clothes still to her selection, and the eyes of many maiden servants glistened with envy and jealousy.

People are different after all.

They are all women, but some people can choose to pack clothes that may not even be worn and put them in the warehouse as if they had not bought them.

Someone has to keep their head down and hold clothes that they may be able to afford for years to continue, and they hardly even wear them once.

Therefore, between people, don't say anything equal, what is equal is the opportunity to be born, not identity, status and wealth.

"Alright, that's it!", Lady Vivien was very satisfied with herself in the mirror, although she was forty-one years old, she was very well maintained. Her privileged living conditions and status allowed her to preserve her age with things that many people would not even dare to think of, but from the outside, she seemed to be in her early thirties. There is no trace of time left on the tight skin, and the ripe temperament and the floral skirt make it not unbelievable to say how old she is.

He took an off-white sunhat with red decorations from the servant's hand, and went out with a small kun bag of master craftsmanship. She didn't need to say hello to anyone, and her husband was either at the town hall with a lot of work or indulging in some cousin's bed. She didn't really care about that.

Her father was a governor, a former governor. Born in such an extravagant family, it is natural to be able to get things that many people can't imagine, but you can also see ugliness that many people can't imagine. For example, her father, many people say that her father was bedridden because he participated in the war when he was young and has been working hard in the political arena since the end of the war.

But she knew that when her father was in his sixties, he often fooled around with some young girls, so much so that one night he suddenly collapsed on the side of the bed and fell unconscious. By the time she woke up, it was a few days later when several well-known doctors told her and her family that her father might never be able to stand up and walk on his own again.

So, she turned a blind eye to these situations and had long been accustomed to them, or had long accepted them.

Her mayor's husband has his own entertainment, and she has his own entertainment, such as the Delier Art Gallery.

Just as many old men like young girls, Lady Vivien also likes young lads, and even half-grown boys. She likes the youthfulness and vigor of those who can be called "children" to her, which is her hobby, and she may be a little indebted in personal morality, but it definitely does not touch the law.

Delier sent a message that she had a big gift for her, which made her very satisfied, at least she felt that the "artworks" she had invested in over the years were not a loss. Just as she walked out of the manor to take the car to the Delier Art Gallery, she froze when she saw the driver sent by Delier to pick her up, and then clamped her legs.

A handsome young man stood on the side of the car in a black and red plaid jacket that was the favorite of the drivers, and a certain gray cap. Even if he was dressed so old-fashioned, it still couldn't hide his almost perfect looks.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you!", Mrs. Vivien put her hand on the handsome driver's hand, and with a slight force, half of her body was thrust into the back seat of the car. There was endless fire in the depths of her eyes, staring at the young man's blue eyes.

The young driver took off his hat, revealing his well-groomed hair, not oily and slippery, but not a trace of dandruff, and gentle, and Lady Vivien could even smell the smell peculiar to the opposite sex.

It can be interpreted as an old oily smell, or it can be interpreted as a newly mature masculine smell.

Dufo, who was blushing a little from Lady Vivien's aggressive gaze, greeted Durin cordially three times in his heart before whispering, "My name is Jon, Madam." ”

"Jon?", Lady Vivien read his name verbatim, and then painted her face with the sweetest smile she had ever lived, "Are you an Ogding......? I'm sorry, I was too presumptuous. ”

Du Fo shrugged his shoulders, showed a youthful smile, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm mixed-race, many people say that, I'm used to it." ”

Gently twisting her fingers around the tight and delicate skin on the back of Du Fo's hand, Lady Vivien laughed happily, "Okay, I have to apologize, did you send me today?"

"Yes ma'am, the previous driver is sick, I am his nephew, I will lead the class. Dover took a step forward and "squeezed" Lady Vivien into the back seat of the car, he didn't want to be molested endlessly by an old woman in full view.

Lady Vivien's hand removed from the back of Dover's hand and smiled regretfully, but she soon became happy, for she knew what the "great gift" Drier was talking about. Such a boy, she thinks he can play for at least three years, if he doesn't change his appearance because of development. In order to reward Delier for his efforts, she decided to "invest" in a few more "artworks" as a reward for this gift.

Closing the door, Dover shuddered slightly, slipped into the cab, and drove the car to Delier's art gallery.

Lady Vivien remained silent the whole time, not at all impatient. But the more this happened, the more the Buddha's heart went up and down, and he began to pray to God for his next "fate".

It's about a forty-minute walk from the Delier Manor, and in the middle of the road, the car stopped outside the door of the Delier Art Gallery.

Dover went around to the car and opened the door, and after helping Mrs. Vivien down, Delier, who had been standing outside the art gallery early, immediately greeted him.

"What's wrong with your face?", Lady Vivien looked at Delier with a blue nose and swollen face, revealing a look of curiosity.

Delier was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "I was hit by a pig!", Dufo glanced at him, and he immediately changed his words, "Actually, I was robbed, those guys are really too rude and savage." Not only did they take away my money, but they were also jealous of my appearance and beat me up, God is above, the law and order in Turner City is really too chaotic!"