The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1733

He took Charlotte into his arms, put her on the front passenger’s seat and fastened the seat belt for her. Then he started the car and left.

In the Barupola Cafe.

The lady had been waiting for a long time. She was beautiful and dressed very sexily. When she saw Jazz, her tone became coquettish.

Jazz couldn't tolerate a woman speaking in such a tone. Frowning, he took a seat.

Before he spoke, Charlotte lay her hands on the table and asked, "Miss, why are your breasts so small?"

Hearing this, the woman felt a little

embarrassed.

But she still suppressed her temper and said, "You are cute!"

"Yeah, they all say that I'm cute. But my uncle doesn't like women with small breasts." Charlotte sucked the juice.

The lady became angry, with a dark expression on her face.

Jazz took Charlotte back into his arms, without criticizing her. He spoke to the woman indifferently but politely, "I'm sorry. She's still a child and always likes telling the truth."

Hearing the apology, the woman smiled. But her face was contorted with anger at Jazz’s following words. She picked up the bag and stood up abruptly.

"How about I give you a ride?" Jazz asked.

"No, I have my own car." 'Although the man is good-looking and has a good family background, he doesn't like me at all. There is no need for me to linger here.’

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Jazz was driving the car, but he was suddenly stopped. When he looked up, he met Essa. 'Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road. Why do I meet her again?'

There had been a lot of car accidents caused by people drinking under the influence recently. So, the police were required to strictly check whether drivers drove under the influence!

Jazz rolled down the car window. When his face came into view, Essa curled her lips secretly. Why is he?'

Charlotte's face expanded with a happy smile. "Hey, pretty police sister. Your breasts are big."

Essa felt embarrassed. She had to smile and correct Charlotte. "Baby, it's not polite to comment on my breasts."

But Charlotte still smiled naughtily. "But it’s true that your breasts are big."

Then Jazz said, "Did you stop me on purpose?"

Essa glared at him. "Do you think there's something wrong with me?”

"Today is the 6th day of this month, but you've stopped me for five days in a row. You are interested in me, right?" Jazz smiled lazily, reclining on the car casually.

"Do you think you are that attractive? Don't you see that all the drivers are being checked? I'm fulfilling my duty!" Essa looked serious.

Feeling bored, Charlotte twisted her buttocks. Then he poked Jazz's shoulder and asked him to see Essa’s bra.

Suddenly both Jazz and Charlotte didn't speak and stared at Essa. Essa felt something was wrong. What are they looking at?'

"Pretty police sister, are you wearing a green bra today? But I still think you look better in red."

Hearing this, Essa lowered her head, only to see that the button on her chest was undone again, so her bra could be seen. Blushing, Essa hurriedly fastened her button.

Jazz reached out and patted the window. " Could you pay attention to your image? You should go to the bathroom to fasten your button anyway. Why do you do so in front of me? You’re too casual."

"You've already seen it. Why are you posturing yourself as a serious person?" Essa said angrily.

"There are so many supermodels with ample breasts in magazines. I can look at theirs. Why should I just stare at yours?” Jazz sneered.

Essa kicked the tire and snapped, "Get out of the car and take an alcohol test!"

"The damage to the car is not something you can afford to pay for. Although you are a police officer, it's not appropriate to kick my car casually for personal reason. If I want to file a complaint, you will be fired!"

Blinking, Essa rationalized herself quickly. "I didn't kick the car. I just help you check

whether the car's tire is inflated."