Sweet Sweet Love

Chapter 201 Back To The Village

Austin was hanging out with a group of children. The children liked him very much. He didn't look like a domineering CEO in the company. On the contrary, he had a good time talking and laughing with the children.

Yolande sat aside and looked at Austin.

"Madam, are you hungry? The food in our house is simple. Don't mind it."

The old man's wife brought several bowls of simple food and a bowl of rice. Yolande smiled politely.

"Auntie, how could it be? It's delicious."

Yolande took a bite of the pickles. It tasted salty, but it tasted good.

The old man's wife was dignified, but her skin was dry and sallow. The middle-aged woman's forehead had already been covered with wrinkles, showing a look of old and haggard than her actual age.

Looking at her, Yolande's heart was desolate, as if she had seen herself in her middle age. Although she would not be as old as her, she would also be full of wrinkles. She made up her mind to take good care of herself after going back. Women were most afraid of aging. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She didn't want to be that kind of woman. A woman had to maintain elegance and confidence at all times.

"Mrs. Yolande, you are so beautiful!"

Hearing that, Yolande came to herself and smiled shyly, "I'm fine."

Her eyes were shining, and she stared at Yolande with envy. The face of vicissitudes shows a kind smile.

Yolande raised his head and looked at the blue sky, revealing a smile from the bottom of his heart. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the city, the air in the countryside was clear and the culture was simple. Staying in such a remote and peaceful countryside for a period of time, his impetuous heart would also become incomparably calm.

In this village, everyone respected her. In their eyes, she was Mrs. Yolande, not a slut who seduced men.

"Did Austin often come here before?"

"Mr. Aron, you are a kind-hearted man. All the children in our school are orphans without parents and live a hard life," the boss's wife said slowly as she sat down on an old stool.

Yolande turned around and glanced at the place where Austin was. A light flashed in his eyes. Well, she admired that man very much.

Yolande could always find surprises from Austin. After living in the Lin Family's villa for so long, he could always surprise her and admire her.

Yolande withdrew his gaze and listened to his wife's story. From time to time, he thought of something. Austin was playing with the kids.

"After knowing this, Mr. Austin often donated money to these children and bought them extra-curricular education. He claimed that he should study hard and control the future by himself."

"From then on, Mr. Austin often donated money to the children in our village. The money is usually used for their study, food, clothing, transportation. The villagers here are full of love and appreciation when they mention Mr. Austin."

"Madam, you are so lucky to marry a good man like Mr. Austin."

The middle-aged woman looked at Yolande with admiration. Her eyes sparkled. She was stunned and smiled at the woman opposite.

Yolande looked at the man who was playing with the child in front of her with admiration.

Rich children like Austin were everywhere. They spent money like dirt. They never knew how hard it was to start a family, nor did they understand the difficulty of living a group of people.

Yolande had some food. The food here was ordinary and delicious.

"Mr. Austin, would you like to eat something? Our food is simple, not as good as your usual dishes."

"Okay, give me some too," said Austin, taking a small stool and sitting next to Yolande.

After dinner, she lay on the old table and used her cell phone to browse the news.

When Sunny's oval face appeared on the news media, Yolande was so angry that she wanted to throw her phone away. She really had the face to show up in public.

The content of the news: the journalists used a lot of ink to exaggerate the romantic life of Mr. Aron and Mrs. Sunny. Mr. Aron was really a rare good husband. Yolande sneered.

Austin picked up some food and put it into his mouth. He saw the woman opposite looking at the phone screen and sneering.

"What's wrong? What are you laughing at? Tell me. "

Yolande turned around and rolled his eyes at him. "Well, it's not funny at all. Look at it yourself."

She threw her phone to Austin and walked to a big tree. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the village in the distance. There were many families and smoke curling up on the roof.

Austin put down the bill and glanced at the screen of Yolande's phone, frowning. She put down her phone and lowered her head to eat. Her happy face became serious.

"Do you also want to see them show off their love? I'll call the newspaper tomorrow. "

With his hands in his pockets, Austin walked behind Yolande and said in a strange tone.

Shocked, Yolande turned around and glared at Austin. "You scared me!"

"Oh, do you remember what I said just now?"

"No. i... I don't remember! " She stuttered and blushed.

Austin smiled gently. The next moment, he put his long arms around her from behind and held Yolande in his arms. She blushed and his arms almost touched her chest.

She struggled a few times, but the man was so strong that she couldn't get rid of him. "You What do you want? "

"Take photos," Austin said concisely.

He took out the camera and raised his long arms high. "Don't be so serious. Smile."

"Oh," Yolande reluctantly put on a smile. With a click of the camera, the picture was fixed.

"Your smile is uglier than crying," said Austin, looking at Yolande in the camera.

"Oh, then don't be afraid."

The man's hot breath fell on her earlobe, "I'll take it today!"

Her heart beat faster. Damn it! He was so close to me.

"Relax. Don't be nervous."

Every time she touched Yolande's body, she looked very nervous and her face flushed. Austin felt sad. Was she rejecting him?

Austin and Yolande wandered around the village. He was very interested in taking a lot of photos, beautiful scenery, selfies of them, and played until it was dark.

"Where will you stay tonight?" Yolande asked nervously.

"Live in Uncle Simon's house."

"Let's go," he took Yolande hand and went back to the village. The lights of every house were on.

"Mr. Austin, Mrs. Yolande, you are back. The guest room is ready for you. It's getting late. You can go to bed now."

"Okay, uncle. We'll go now. Good night."