Cosma Empire

Mrs. Vivienne began to dress up early in the morning, and changed into one after another in front of the mirror. The servants were holding more than thirty new clothes for her to choose, and the eyes of many maids flickered. Envy the luster of envy.

People are different after all.

They are all women, but someone can pick and choose a piece of clothing that they may not even wear and put it in the warehouse as if they have never bought it.

Some people have to hold their heads down and hold the clothes that they may take several years to continue to be able to afford, but it is almost impossible to wear them even once.

Therefore, don't talk about equality between people. What is equal is the opportunity of birth, not the status, status and wealth.

"Okay, let's just set it up!" Mrs. Vivienne was very satisfied with herself in the mirror. Although she was forty-one years old, she was well maintained. The favorable living conditions and status allow her to use things that many people dare not even think about to preserve her age. Just from the outside, she seems to be only in her early thirties. No trace of aging can be found on the tight skin, with a mature temperament and a floral skirt, it is not unbelievable to say how old she is.

He took an off-white sun hat with red decorations from the servant, and went out with a small Kun bag handcrafted by a master. She didn't need to say hello to anyone, and her husband, if he was not handling a lot of work in the city hall, was indulged in the bed of some female cousin. She didn't really care much about this.

Her father was a governor, a former governor. Born in such a noble family, one can naturally get things that many people can't imagine, but they can also see ugliness that many people can't imagine. For example, her father, many people say that her father participated in the war when he was young, and has been working hard in the political arena after the war, so his body was deficient and he was bedridden due to old age and frailty.

But she knew that when her father was over sixty years old, he often fooled around with some young girls, so that one night he suddenly fell beside the bed, unconscious. When she woke up a few days later, several well-known doctors told her and her family that her father may no longer be able to stand up independently and walk.

Therefore, she turned a blind eye to these situations and was used to them, or accepted them.

Her mayor husband has his own entertainment projects, and she, too, has her own entertainment projects, such as the Delille Museum of Art.

Just like many old men like young girls, Mrs. Vivian also likes young boys, even half-grown boys. She likes the greenness and drive of those who can be called "children" to her. This is her hobby, and she may be a little short on personal morality, but it has never touched the law.

De Lier sent a letter saying that there was a big gift to be given to her alone, which made her very satisfied. At least she felt that the "art" she had invested in these years was not a loss. Just when she walked out of the manor and was about to take a car to the Delier Museum of Art, when she saw the driver that Delier sent to pick her up, she froze, and then clamped her legs.

An unbelievably handsome young man was standing by the side of the car wearing a black and red plaid jacket that drivers love most, and a certain gray peaked cap. Even though he was dressed so old-fashioned, it still couldn't hide his almost perfect appearance.

"What's your name? I haven't seen you before!" Mrs. Vivienne put her hand on the hand of the handsome driver, with a light force, half of her body was stuffed into the back seat of the car. There was an endless flame in the depths of her eyes, staring closely at the boy's blue eyes.

The young driver took off his hat, revealing his well-groomed hair. Although it wasn't oily, it didn't have any dandruff, and it was very soft. Mrs. Vivienne could even smell the peculiar smell of the opposite sex.

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

Duffer, who was a little blushing under Madam Vivienne's aggressive gaze, greeted Du Lin kindly three times in his heart, and then said in a low voice, "My name is Jon, ma'am."

"Jon?" Madam Vivienne read his name word by word, and then adorned her face with the sweetest smile in her life, "Are you from Ogdin? But your hair color... …Sorry, I was being too presumptuous."

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

Gently rubbing the tight and delicate skin on the back of Dufo's hand with her fingers, Mrs. Vivienne smiled happily, "Okay, I have to apologize, are you sending me off today?"

"Yes ma'am, the previous driver is sick. I'm his nephew. I'll take care of the shift." Duffer took a step forward and "squeezed" Mrs. Vivienne into the back seat of the car. I got molested by an old woman in full view.

Mrs. Vivienne moved her hand away from the back of Duffer's hand, and smiled with some regret, but she soon became happy, because she knew what the "great gift" Delille was talking about. She thinks that such a boy can play for at least three years, if he doesn't change his appearance due to development. In order to reward De Lier's hard work, she decided to "invest" in a few more "works of art" as a reward for this gift.

After closing the car door, Duffer shivered slightly, got into the cab, and drove the car to Delier's art gallery.

Mrs. Vivienne actually remained silent throughout the journey, not at all as eager as she was before. But the more this was the case, the more flustered Dufo felt, and he had already started to pray to God for his next "destiny".

It was about forty minutes away from the Delille Manor. In the anxiety along the way, the car stopped outside the gate of the Delille Art Museum.

Duffer walked around to the side of the car and opened the car door. After helping Mrs. Vivienne down, De Lier, who had stood outside the art gallery early, immediately went up to meet her.

"What's wrong with your face?" Mrs. Vivienne looked at Delier with a bruised nose and a swollen face, showing curiosity on her face.

De Lier was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "I was hit by a pig!" Duffer glanced at him, and he immediately changed his words, "Actually, I was robbed by someone, those guys are really too rude, too barbaric .They not only took away my money, they even beat me up because they were jealous of my appearance, God, the law and order in Tenell City is really too chaotic!"