The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 35: IT DEPENDS ON THE PERSON ACTING

Cheryl flinch still with her sharp grin. His beads rolled into every corner of the gas station. Lots of CCTV surveillance. He then cleared his throat while squinting his eyes. Without serving the man, Cheryl turned her steps and immediately got on the bike.

Jourrel turns the body to see Cheryl. Giving a questionable look, "Who? You feel like you have a lot of enemies?" tanya Jourrel grabbed the helmet pecker and hooked it up.

Cheryl almost rewinds her back, but is outmatched by Jourrel pulling the helmet strap and putting it together. "Rich gini! Let's not laugh at the wind!" jourrel presses the helmets on Cheryl's head when she's done.

"Well yes, no movement turned out. Why did you just say it anyway? Buruan left. There's a crazy man!" cheryl whispered in Jourrel's ear.

Had glanced at the man behind the wheel, but finally Jourrel put his bike back on slowly. Under the hot sun, accompanied by a puff of wind that carries dust and vehicle smoke.

Cheryl enjoyed it. I don't know why he feels freer. Hugged his bag tightly, closing his eyes.

"DUH!"

"Jhoni!! You can't actually bring a motorbike!" cheryl shouted as Jourrel suddenly stopped suddenly until his helmet hit the head of Jourrel, his body staggered forward. Though the man who was in pain, but still the hysterical was Cheryl.

"That see? His car cut off the road and stopped suddenly. Thankfully it didn't hit!" jourrel answered putting his head on the mercedes in front of him.

"Oh, that arrogant guy!" cheryl grumbled immediately down from the motor.

"Who the hell? Your boyfriend? Jealousy times, look at you with me!" cetus Jourrel.

Cheryl turned away. "What's? She's she? A boyfriend? Hiya, amit-amit! Don't let it!" cheryl doesn't accept it. He tugged at his helmet with great difficulty.

"This is how it isn't!" annoyed Cheryl pursed her lips. Jourrel chuckled amusedly looking at it.

He then extended both arms and helped remove the helmet hook link. Unintentionally, their beads clashed against each other. No one blinked or moved. Both of them glanced in silence.

"Well! Whoa! It turns out that's the way a low-end courtship looks?" A baritone voice was accompanied by an applause that echoed on the side of the highway.

They both look at each other. Jourrel again lowered both arms, after successfully removing the hook link.

"Do you want to?" exclaim Cheryl challenging.

"none. Just want to point, if this butut car is too luxurious for you to fail. Oh yes, I was going to ask for compensation for washing the eggs you threw, but ...." Gevano's eyes are from Cheryl's head to toe. "Not be. It seems you are not capable! Or, you can pay for this sexy body of yours," he sneered.

"Shelf!"

Cheryl snorted in annoyance, "Please despise and scorn me as much as you. Me, don't care!" shouted Cheryl whose emotions were stirring. The girl turned around to go back to the motor. I can't wait for Monday to arrive.

"Hey! I'm not done talking!" exclaiming Gevano boldly touched Cheryl's arm and pulled her until her body was attached, both of Cheryl's arms were on the man's chest.

Cheryl glared as the man looked at her with a perverted look. Immediately he lowered his body and turned around, then slid a kick on his stomach until the man fell to the ground.

Jourrel gawked at him. He had prepared to help Cheryl, but again he was amazed by the girl's quick and unexpected reaction.

"How dare touch-touch!" furious Cheryl brushed off his arm that was blocked by Gevano.

Cheryl walked up to her helmet, which rolled to the ground. Then raised it overhead, pointing it at Gevano who was trying to stand up.

"Let's go ahead!" challenge Cheryl.

Jourrel pulls Cheryl's arm and forces her to ride on the bike. Jourrel also quickly fitted the helmet. 'Your message is many enemies!' gerutu Jourrel in heart.

"Udah, you need a break. Don't waste your energy!" he firmly then took off his bike quickly, leaving Gevano staring emotionally at them.

Cheryl's breathing roar violently. He did not speak on the motor. His body was still being overwhelmed with emotion. Jourrel who feel it now reduces the speed of the motor.

Take a quick look at Cheryl's red face. In addition to exposure to sunlight, also because it is holding back emotions.

"Pantesan your enemies a lot, anyways justin why the hell? Don't use those kayaks!" jourrel looked straight ahead.

"I think it depends on how people behave to me! It was the right decision to cooperate with the company!" answer Cheryl with a ketus.

"What did you guys have before?" ask Jourrel.

Cheryl patted both of Jourrel's shoulders and gripped him firmly. "She almost hit the old mothers who again crossed the know? Continually impolite right with his arrogance pressing his car horn continuously. He thinks he's got a car he's got! That was how he dared to be so perverted. What kind of leader is that!" The anger exploded again. Cheryl screamed while banging on Jourrel's shoulder, venting her frustration.

Jourrel did not focus on the pain in his back. It's just, thinking of the sentence that came out of Cheryl's lips just now.

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