Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 219
"Come, Miss Maria. I'd better take you home" said Dylan, pulling Maria's hand and leading the girl to her favorite motorcycle.
"Where's the helmet?" Dylan reached out his hand to Maria and the girl handed Dylan the keys.
Dylan picked up the helmet on Maria's motorcycle box and put it on. Maria smiled as the big man wore his cute helmet without the slightest protest.
"Do you want to continue there smiling sillyly at my stupidity, Miss Maria?" dylan was annoyed that the girl was smiling at him, as he wore a phenomenal cat patterned helmet that came from the Sakura Country.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, Om."
Maria immediately rose up then still as yesterday, she wrapped her hands around Dylan's waist tightly. Again Dylan smiled as he glanced at the tiny arms that were hugging his six pack belly.
"Get a tight grip, I don't want you to fall. I don't want one, two or three billion more for you."
"Heheh ...." There was a light laughter coming from behind Dylan's body.
Dylan immediately launched the pink matic motorbike leaving the two criminals still lying unconscious in that place.
"Oh yes Miss Maria. About our one billionth debt, I think it's breakeven because now you also have a billionth debt to me."
There was sadness on Mary's tired face at the time. For some reason when Dylan said the word 'breakup', Maria felt a sense of sadness that she could not express with words.
"It turns out Om is serious, about the billion? I thought Om was just kidding," said Maria.
"Yes, seriously, time doesn't?! You're serious about your one billionth to me, yourself" replied Dylan.
Maria exhaled heavily and her face grew more and more sad at that moment. "Does that mean Maria can't see Om Udin anymore?"
Dylan's happy expression vanished instantly upon hearing the plain girl's words.
"Ehm .. What if we can't see each other again? Isn't that better for you?" ask Dylan back.
"Ehm, I don't know. Maybe later I will miss the figure of Om Udin. Because for the past few days only Om Udin has been faithfully with me."
Dylan smiled wryly. Deep down, Dylan felt the same way.
"Heh, mode. I'm sure you must have missed me for some reason, right? You miss not being able to prank me anymore."
"Why is Udin talking about it like that?"
"But I'm right, right?"
"Eh, Om Udin stop here!"
Suddenly Maria patted Dylan on the shoulder quickly and ordered the man to stop at a park.
"Why do we stop here?" dylan asked in surprise as he pulled Maria's matic motorbike to the edge of the park.
"Did you guys look around? Have you never seen a handsome man, ha?!" hardik Dylan to the teenagers who laugh at him.
"Not just handsome, Om. But also funny and adorable," answered one of them.
"Here, Om."
Maria took Dylan to one of the park chairs and sat there.
"Why stop here, Miss Maria? We'd better go home, I'm sure your parents will be looking for your whereabouts if you haven't arrived at your mansion yet" Dylan said.
"I told you about my Mommy, Om. Today I have an extra lesson schedule to take on the final exam and Mommy has allowed me."
"Ehm, Om? Can I ask you something?" continued Maria.
"What mean?"
"Until today I don't even know the true status of Om Udin. Actually Om Udin already has a girlfriend yet, anyway?" ask Maria.
Dylan smiled. "It's not just a lover, Miss Maria. Om Udin already has a wife and even have three children. What's the matter, Miss? You have a crush on Om Udin, huh?" seductive Dylan poking Maria's chin.
Maria looked disappointed after hearing Dylan's reply.
"I guess Om's still single."
Dylan chuckled while covering his mouth, while Maria still looked at the man closely. Suddenly, Mary's eyes fell on the wound on Dylan's hand.
A scratch that may have occurred due to the fight earlier. Maria rushed to grab Dylan's hand and examined the wound.
"Om, you're hurt!" peekit Mary.
"Ah, it's just a scratch. It's okay" replied Dylan. He wanted to pull back his arm but was held back by Maria.
"Let Mary love plaster wound, Om. Just a minute, Om."
Maria grabbed her bag and then picked up some wound plaster that was always in her bag. Mary covered Dylan's wound with a wound plaster with flowers.
"Good, Miss! Why is the wound plaster pictured with flowers like this? Is there nothing plain?"
"Sorry, no, Om. Hello Kitty, will you?"
"Yes, God!" Dylan patted his eel.
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