Chapter 873 Fireworks Festival

"The stars don't care about the passers-by. Time goes by well."

"Forget about the thorns behind glory. All the fireworks, ups and downs, sun, moon and stars in the world, and we all remember it."

"I have to bow for so many years that never let me down."

"Yes, it's my sweetheart. ”

The fans were all cottoning up to her. To be honest, Cassandra felt a little ashamed when she saw it. What kind of fairy were her fans? They were so pretentious.

However, she was a girl on the voting list of best boyfriend!

Speechless, Cassandra touched her forehead and went back to cook with a basket of vegetables. No one knew how her fans would react when they saw her cooking at the stove with an apron on.

In the middle of the meal, Martin came back just in time. Cassandra immediately ran over and gave the phone to Martin, "Darling, come here and take a photo of me."

Martin came back directly from the meeting. He was dressed in a black suit and a white shirt, which was in sharp contrast to Cassandra's home-style clothing.

He adjusted the angle and took a few photos casually. Then he handed the phone to Cassandra. With a turner in one hand, Cassandra looked at the photos and praised Martin's photograph.

Martin was a perfect husband. After all, compared with some miserable girls, she was really lucky.

"Wait outside. I'll be ready soon." Cassandra pushed Martin away, not wanting the smell of oil and smoke to touch the man.

Martin was like a beautiful flower that could only be appreciated in priceless antique vases, not suitable for kitchen.

Martin was indeed a little tired. He nodded and was about to leave when Cassandra suddenly turned around and asked, "Well, how is Carlos?"

Bonnie's matter had been settled, and the murderer didn't live a few more hours than her. But sometimes, even if the murderer was killed by Carlos himself, it couldn't offset the pain and indignation in his heart.

Those who had died would never come back, and they would never see each other again.

Martin kept silent for two seconds.

ently that she has an illusion that I'm easy to be bullied?'

Moore was so angry that he threw his phone aside and didn't care about Cassandra anymore.

Cassandra didn't give up and sent several WeChat messages in a row. As a stepmother, she was really worried.

But no matter what, this kind of life which was full of trifles and arguments was the real life, as if those hidden schemes were just nightmares.

A few days passed in a twinkling of an eye. On the weekend, Cassandra went to the garage to pick up a large off-road vehicle for camping in the town. After carrying her luggage into the car, she asked everyone to get in the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Moore's face was as dark as a pan. There were 4 people in the car. Why did he, a child, drive?

A group of jerks!

In addition to Cassandra and others, Lenny picked up Arthur, a disabled person, in the name of inspection. After the two groups of people met, they set off on the expressway together.

It took them about ten minutes to get to the White River town. They could see the ancient archway at the entrance of the town from a long distance. Lanterns were hung around the whole town. It was weekend and it was Fireworks Festival, so there were more tourists coming. Fortunately, Lenny had already made a plan. He took Cassandra and the others along the path to the hotel directly.