MY AVERAGE LOVE

r you and Ray.After din

about other stuff.I hav

ything else you need,

s," Roger

steering wheel while

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her arms while seate

Roger said, she s

ou so sweet and consi

ry

etched on her lips

ood idea.I don't

er mother and uttered

it car

ncle Roger is just

ponded, "What kind of

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t, Wendy was utt

u deserve som

ter a while. Wendy me

alf yea

just enrolled in New Y

uch discrimination bec

te well i

iscrimination was co

roken English, were t

son, Wendy glowed up

ym

f college guys began

lousy of o

rouble for her in a

lped her again and

, Roger didn't cut of

d money to take care o

d her to

ed her was in some TV

n ex

one her acting skill

stry. Without any doub

sa

ill pay you

en you get the pay

lly trust m

urse, I have confiden

Roger came back

led her to say that the

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prod

illion dollars, and the

pet

apted from a web nov

ine, and the scriptwrit

r him

l be directed by Carte

s top di

ies about an imperia

es were

roles was in line with

to come back and a

tunity for her! In add

y deciding

supportive agent, it wa

break in the enter

Wendy was really grat

give

sed with my beauty? I

the truth.I won't laugh

t's reasonable for you

aned over the driver's

er h

was! Roger and Raym

he two made an unbeara

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burst of laughter—muc

side Restaurant was

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and interiors boas

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nt ga

s, terraces, bridges

l Chinese clothes led

to the innermost b

e first floor, while p

nd f

in Chinese style all

rmi

r dinner time, but the op

lready full

ny rich people!"

estaurant before.It was

ealthy

wonder how great

nized by many people

to be booked three

it was still hard

o the hell

thing was impossi

connected with any

one of my friends.I don

with a smile, holding th

how Roger managed t

a private room on

practically a new-bo

his first time

aditional culture embe

's shoulder and st

had been three years

lass restaura

een that long, she w

ant to wash

wards the end.You can f

I'll be r

nds, Wendy walked ba

en reach the door of th

d blew

om

a voice r

elt soft arms wrapping

e

wn, she was stupefi

ng her legs was about

in a non-mainstream st

ike instan

er top with rivets, par

overed with bri

rhinestones shone bri

, you must have mistak

udly, "I'm not a three-yearold child.How ca

mm

d are y

ed out four fingers and

celebrated my third b

ur yea

not a three-year-ol

ly as she tho

dn't like children o

eel disgusted when he

ter survived, she woul

as the thought of her

mi

le gi

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ll.

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one of the private ro

ed door and entering t

wo peop

re wearing formal cl

one a

ive, she could only s

oman'

mmy.Isn't she beautifu

ou, you are not beautif

rother or sister to gr

uttered, sticking her

, yo

angry that her

her head and continu

-called beauties can'

give