Reborn Hot Wife

About 30 minutes later, the business car pulled up outside Kinson’s gate.

The door open as if waiting for her arrival.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After Meny got off the bus, he walked quickly as if he was in a hurry.

Avis, who has always been of the opinion that Meny was calm, can not help but be even more confused.

Fortunately, Meny’s steps are fast, but he still walks elegantly and calmly because he had to have a good image as an idol.

Avis felt a little reassured.

They entered the hall and were immediately met by a servant.

“Hello, is this Mr. Meny?”

After hearing the handsome boy’s polite reply, the servant smiled even more eagerly, “Rose Kinson has specially arranged to have an important friend visit today. You can sit down and have tea for now, and I will let Rose Kinson know to come down.”

She held her head high and looked proud.

Meny raised her hand and waved it off, “No, I wonder if Mary Kinson is home?”

The servant confused, is not Meny a friend of Rose Kinson’s?

Her face turned unobtrusively to the second floor room, which was stuffy, “Yes, Mary Kinson is still resting in the room, just in the innermost room…”

Meny’s rosy, healthy lips lifted happily, “Thank you. I’ll go see her.”

Then he trotted up to the second floor.

The servants and Avis sat eye to eye.

Avis showed an embarrassed smile, “You can also inform your Rose Kinson, Meny is also looking for her.”

…

Second floor.

Meny carried a backpack, raised his hand and knocked on the door, “Mary Kinson, may I come to your room?”

A handsome, youthful face, suffused with the singular freshness and vitality of his age, and his eyes, too, had a pure and clean light.

The door was opened.

When Meny saw Mary Kinson, his clear voice called out, “Nurse.”

His voice is as good as clear spring water.

Mary Kinson touched her numb earlobe and looked at Meny with a sunny smile.

The bridge of his nose is very high, his skin is fair and translucent, his features are stiff, and he looks like a European aristocrat, classical and literary.

To-day he wore a little black suit, his hair was accurately combed, and as he walked he unintentionally exuded an air of nobility, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Mary Kinson rolled her eyes, gathered her suspenders and pajamas, put on a thin shirt outside and turned to the side to signal for him to come in, “Why are you here?”

“I was just coming home to Kinson, so I came to see you.” Meny entered the room, removed her backpack and asked anxiously, “Are you feeling better?”

Mary Kinson’s eyebrow rose slightly, and her auburn eyes watered. She jumped in front of him and the girl is very agile, “I am very fine now, do not worry.”

Meny nodded confidently and dug out a large stack of sheet music from his pocket as if opening Doraemon’s bag, “These are music books, records and disks I gave you that are very rare and all from my private collection.”

Mary Kinson approached him with a smile, sat down next to him and picked up a record.

It bore the signature of Michael Jackson.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said in an incredulous manner, “This too?”

Meny smiled softly, and there were subtle emotions in his eyes.

Mary Kinson smiled and shook her head, “I feel your heart, but I really can not take it. It’s better to take this record.”

These treasures are precious to any musician, even a musical genius.

Meny knew her character and did not force her.

He took out a new album, “Then you must accept this one, it is my new album.”

Mary Kinson took the album and looked down, “Of course.”

Meny could tell she was happy and finally said what she had been waiting to say, “Mary Kinson, your musical sense is very good, and your talent may be greater than mine. If you continue to study, I am sure you will become an artist of the great generation.”

The melodious melody of the songs she composed in the night of music is exciting, as if it is still echoing in his ears, making him unforgettable.

Mary Kinson carefully puts the album away and smiles, “If there’s a chance, I will try.”

Meny’s eyes light up as if a star is rubbed into them, “OK, if you want to move forward in the music industry, you need to contact me. I’d really like to work with you again.”

“Good.”

At the same time.

Rose Kinson dresses elegantly and wears fine makeup. Leisurely coming down the stairs, she was like the heroine coming out of the movie in the spotlight.

Avis put down the teacup and looked at her with his head held high. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. “Sit down first, Meny is visiting Mary Kinson and will be down in a moment.”

Rose Kinson nodded, walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Yes, after all, my sister saved Meny’s life, and he was concerned that my sister should be.”

If Avis did not know what Rose Kinson was doing, he would really think she was a very gentle and good sister.

He nodded and replied ambiguously, “Right?”

Rose Kinson came to the sofa, sat down and waited patiently for Meny.

After a while, a sound of steam sounded outside the gate of Kinson’s house.

Rose Kinson glanced at the servant.

The servant quickly walked to the surveillance entrance and looked her in the eye. She said, “Miss Yetz is here.”

Rose Kinson nodded, and she does not know how Yetz knows that Meny will send the album today, and she even comes to Kinson’s house to wait, afraid that Rose Kinson will not keep her promise.

After a while, Yetz directly led several little sisters inside.

Look at this posture, it means something.