Chapter 157: To Her Place~

"See me??"

Ryan said somewhat surprised.

Downstairs at the male dormitory, passersby couldn’t help but take an extra look, all because Abigail, who was standing by the roadside waiting, was just too dazzling.

Many passing men weren’t even as tall as her, let alone the girls. Using "standing out like a crane among chickens" to describe her was not an exaggeration at all.

With a height of 180, she looked down on ordinary people. Even more striking was her exquisite face, a face stunning even without makeup, looking cold and gorgeous.

Her tall figure was not a bamboo pole. She had curves in front and back, with a figure outlined in incomparable grace, especially those long legs longer than a person’s life. She was absolutely the perfect dream woman for any leg lover.

Abigail wore an off-shoulder black dress, knee-length, looking very graceful. Her aura and presence could completely crush those so-called supermodels.

"Darling, you’re here!"

Seeing Ryan arrive, Abigail showed a charming smile.

This "darling" made people click their tongues a little, but no one would think much of it. After all, this was a high-profile lesbian, so it should just be playful banter between brothers.

She was riding the BMW motorcycle Ryan gave her. Even if it was a motorcycle, it was absolutely a beautiful woman with a fine vehicle, and it even felt like this bike was a bit unworthy of her.

Ryan grinned and took the key from her hand. Abigail pouted, somewhat unwilling, but still obediently sat on the back seat.

Just then, Anna and Linda came back together. They had no classes in the afternoon and had gone shopping again.

Hearing that Ryan was in the dorm playing games, the two of them had little ideas and planned to come over, taking advantage of Ryan being free to have some sweet time.

"We will, Ryan, don’t worry. If you have things to do, go ahead."

The two women said sensibly. Even though they clearly knew Ryan was going to sleep with another woman, they did not dare show the slightest jealousy.

He left with Abigail in the car. She gave an address, a urban village across from the new campus of the city hospital.

Ryan drove while asking, "Why does your mom suddenly want to see me???"

Abigail said with a grin, "Because she doesn’t believe what I say. What kind of person would be willing to take out two million US dollars just to chase a girl and sleep with her?"

"Even now her whole person is stunned. Even if I went out to commit crimes and do all sorts of bad things, it would still be impossible for me to earn 400,000 in such a short time."

"She says this is my selling-body money. Actually, forget her, even I don’t believe it. I got really annoyed from being questioned by her."

"Don’t even mention things like her buying a villa. I didn’t say that either, because if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it either."

"There’s no point saying these things. My mom definitely won’t believe them, so I just stopped bothering."

Ryan was a little stunned. "Then if she asks me, what should I say?"

Abigail hugged Ryan from behind. Her soft, round breasts pressed up, squeezing against the man’s back. She said playfully,

"Then I don’t know. But I believe in your charm. You’ll definitely be able to handle my mom."

"She even doesn’t believe I already found a man, and that I gave myself to him so quickly. My mom can be stubborn sometimes."

"Anyway, when she asked me what kind of person you are, I said you’re the young master of a super family, the kind with more money than I dare imagine."

"As for how marriage between equal families is impossible, but it doesn’t count as playing with my feelings either. At least you’re willing to help me with real money."

Abigail reminded him, "Dear, anyway, I even said I don’t mind that you have other women. As for how to talk to my mom when the time comes, it’s up to you."

"I saw my mom’s expression. It looked like she wouldn’t believe anything I said, so let her open her eyes."

Ryan had not expected the relationship with Abigail to progress so fiercely. He had just taken her virginity the day before, and the next day he was going to meet her parent. It was impossible not to be nervous.

But his heart was also full of anticipation. The sugar daddy system was so evil. Maybe binding Abigail was not only because she was a beautiful lesbian.

If he guessed correctly, perhaps there would be one more target to conquer.

The new campus of the city hospital was in the suburbs. The brand-new campus was built grandly.

Across from it was the village where locals lived. Both sides of the road were full of self-built houses. It was a typical urban-rural fringe area, a bit lively and mixed with all kinds of people.

Ryan asked, "Does your mom work here?"

Abigail nodded and said, "Yes, but she’s a contract worker, not a formal employee. We don’t have connections, so this is all we can do."

Under Abigail’s directions, the car drove to a rental building. After parking, Abigail opened the iron gate while saying with a smile, "My mom always wanted to rent a two-bedroom, but I refused to death."

"She couldn’t do anything about me, so she could only live here. Our place is a bit rough. Don’t dislike it later, or I’ll kick you to death."

It was a walk-up third floor, four units on one floor. You could imagine how crowded it was. After Abigail opened the door, you really could see everything at one glance.

Calling it a one-bedroom, one-living-room place was putting it nicely. The living room was so small it was shabby. The iron clothes rack was full of clothes, without even a wardrobe.

There was no sofa or table, and no TV or anything, just a cabinet. It looked like the kind of place a migrant worker lived.

There was no kitchen, only a water pot on the cabinet, probably for cooking instant noodles. A small cheap refrigerator was placed next to it.

The bathroom was tiny, with no dry-wet separation, only about two square meters. Probably Abigail alone could not even stand in it, let alone two people playing in the water.

The balcony had very poor light. An old-model washing machine was placed there. The clothes hanging to dry should belong to Meher.

"Is this yours, or your mom’s? Nice style."

Looking at a black lace hollow-out panty, Ryan whistled like a hooligan.

"My mom’s. What are you looking at? If you’re a fetishist, I can take a few and give them to you."

Abigail was not shy. She just rolled her eyes and stretched.

The room was very low. She almost hit her head when she walked in. Looking into the room, it was even more simple.

The bedside cabinet was clearly a cheap online purchase. There was no bed. On the floor were two single mattresses placed together. The area was very small, almost to the point that the bed was right at the door.

It only fit one extremely simple wardrobe, the kind specially used in dormitories, and it could not hold many clothes either. Probably it held underwear.