Chapter 534 Are you happy now?

Aoba Hoyle felt speechless, "Can we change the game?"

"Anyway, I'm in a bad mood right now. You should show your sincerity to make me happy.” While

saying this, Chloe Malan had found a good place to squat and watch.

"Hey, woman, are you serious?"

Chloe Malan said threateningly, "Otherwise?"

"Find another way, a different game to play?" Aoba Hoyle wanted to discuss with her in a flattering

tone.

"No, turn off the air-conditioning in the car.” Chloe Malan was absolutely determined. She took the

phone away and glanced at the time display on it, "Okay, I'm going to start timing, you should be

ready. "

"Are you really my beloved wife?"

"Strictly speaking, I am not your wife yet.” Chloe Malan reminded him of a fact.

Well, if she can really be happy.

It was actually not an easy task to make a stable car shake. In order to amuse the woman, he laid

down the seat flat. The space in the car was limited, so he could only jump up and down with his

waist up, and finally creating a little effect that attracted the attention of passersby.

Someone shouted, "Why is this car shaking?”

"Wow? In this place? It's too courageous.”

"The license plate is from a foreign province.”

"This car is worth a lot of money. It must be a rich guy.”

"The woman inside is really shameless. It's on the busy street!”

"Maybe she wants to be famous, don't worry, they will show their faces.”

Someone took out the phone and started taking a picture.

The older ones shook their heads, "The world is getting worse and worse."

Those with bad intentions wanted to look in. Because of this special-colored glass, they can't see

through the secrets inside.

More and more people were attracted. Chloe Malan stood in the crowd, listening to these babbled

discussions, holding back a smile, and slowly fading out. She knew that the man in the car hated her

at the moment.

If she can't deal with him, how can she fight that old witch.

In the microphone, the man gasped, "Hey, three minutes, here it is.”

"It's time, but your end is also here.” Chloe Malan gleefully watched the patrolling police pull away

the onlookers and approach the car.

Before Aoba Hoyle could react, he heard someone knocking on the car door.

Then he saw two traffic policemen in luminous uniforms standing on both sides of the car, one on

the left and the other on the right.

He carelessly opened the car windows, revealing a sweaty face.

Someone exclaimed, "What a handsome man."

"I want to know what kind of woman he is with."

Aoba Hoyle grinned, "Mr. Police, what's the matter? I am a good citizen, and I have not violated the

law or discipline.”

The policeman looked in and couldn't hold back the contemptuous gaze. "Sir, you can't park here,

your behavior has seriously affected the traffic order.”

A ticket was issued in front of him, "Thank you for signing it."

"Sure, I apologize for my behavior and accept punishment.” Aoba Hoyle, like a good boy who knew

his mistakes, took the ticket with both hands.

Just as he lowered his head to sign, someone's cell phone slipped into the front window quietly, and

took pictures towards the rear.

Aoba Hoyle smiled and opened the rear window.

Naturally it was an empty scene. The man fell into vain, "Where is the woman?"

Aoba Hoyle amused, "Brother, don't be boring and don't think about some dirty things. I'm the only

one in this car. You can't find the second one.”

"Why you present that scenario, are you crazy?" The man cursed.

Aoba Hoyle pretended to be innocent, and said, "My seat is broken. I used too much force to fix it.

Brother, it's you who have a nasty mind. You can't blame me for misbehaving."

The traffic police said dubiously, "If the car is broken, go to the 4S shop to repair it, so as not to

make people misunderstand.”

Aoba Hoyle returned the signed ticket to the police and kept a copy for himself, “I'm sorry to

trouble you."

"Let's go, don't stop here to get in the way.” The traffic police began to disperse the crowd watching

in front of the car.

Aoba Hoyle finally got through the crowd and asked the woman by phone.

"Woman, are you happy now?"

"How can I make fun of you, it's your own seat that is broken, it's none of my business.” Chloe

Malan denied.

After he waited for the traffic lights, he turned the car around and drove to the position where he

had just seen the woman standing.

There was no one left.