On a warm April afternoon afternoon, Serra basked in the sun and walked slowly past a flower shop, and then met Gael, who was discussing with the owner, in front of a butcher shop.

His muscular body and olive skin were so different from those around him.

"Gail?"

Serra called him out at the door.

Gail frowned and turned his head, looking preoccupied.

"Hey, Serra."

She stepped up the steps and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" You're here to buy meat?"

A hunter buys meat, as if not much said in the past.

"I'm going to rent out this shop." The boss said to her: "I can't reduce the price of rent, this is a prime location, 10 gold coins a year is the minimum." ”

"Don't rent it yet." Gail walked down the stairs, "For 10 gold coins a year, we don't have enough meat to pay back." ”

When Serra heard the reason, she hurriedly went down the stairs and followed, "It's a good thing to start a business, I can help." ”

Gail glanced at her and shook his head firmly, "We never accept help from outsiders. ”

His steps were so big and fast that Serra trotted all the way to keep up, "Gail, hey Gail!" Have you ever heard of investing? I'm not unconditional to help you! You know I'm poor too, and I need money! ”

Gail finally slowed down and turned to look at her, "What do you mean?" ”

He and his people have lived in the jungle for a long time, and they have not yet learned about the new ways to make money in the rich circle.

Serra gasped and said, "It's me and your money pooled, and we rent this shop together, and in the future, the store will earn more than the annual rent and cost, and I will take a certain percentage of the money." ”

"It's fair, I can also take the risk of not making money with you." She looked up at the tall man in front of her, "How about thinking about it?" ”

"Sounds good."

Gail narrowed his eyes, hesitation and impulsiveness tugging back and forth in his head.

A dangerous smell rushed into his nose, and his thoughts were interrupted, leaving only the instinct of his body's defense.

He jerked his gaze at the black classic car that was driving at the end of the street, his muscles tensing into lumps.

Serra didn't notice his anomaly yet, and only said, "Don't rush to give me an answer, Eric will come back to the manor to deliver meat, and let him tell me when the time comes." ”

"Later, it's time for you to go home to Serra." Gail said in a deep voice.

As soon as Serra heard the danger in his tone, the vintage car had stopped behind her.

Gail grabbed her by the arm and pulled her behind him, staring warily at the window of the car with the white curtain drawn.

The curtain was lifted by a leather-gloved hand, and Rosshill's half-grim side face was hidden in the shadows, and her dark eyes were staring at Serra.

"Get in the car, Serra."

He pursed his lips slightly, and his voice was indifferent and nice.

Gail grabbed Serra's arm and whispered, "You know each other?" ”

"Well, you go back first, Gayle."

Serra, who quickly emptied her brain and entered a state of readiness, broke away from her hand, looked up and said to him, "You think about what I said, I'll go first." ”

Gale said with a warning: "You must go home at night." ”

Serra nodded, opened the door of the classic car and sat in the back leather seat.

Aldin, who was acting as the driver, turned around and greeted her, the disgust on her immature face could not be concealed, "Miss Serra, you stink like a fish that has been dead for a month. ”

Serra subconsciously raised her arm and sniffed herself, the sea water did not leave any smell on her, she ignored him, turned her head to look at Rose Hill beside her, and curled her fingers uneasily, "Good afternoon, Duke, where are you taking me?" ”

Roshill stared at her, he didn't know where to take someone, but he passed by and saw her with a foul wolf with a smell, and he was extremely repulsed psychologically.

Serra always felt a chill in his back at his expressionless appearance, she stabilized her mind, and took the initiative to stretch out her white tender palm in front of him to provoke the topic, "I gave you a bracelet before the shipwreck, and now it's time to return it to me." ”

He wouldn't like her anyway, and he didn't know if the bracelet had been thrown away, and it was worth a lot of money.

The thought of which stinky gutter she might be in made Serra's heart ache.

Roshill said indifferently: "I didn't lose it." ”

She was stunned, "No... Lose? It's true? ”

Seeing her so unbelievable, Rose Hill was unexpectedly in a good mood, and he curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Well, I didn't lose it." ”

"No, how do you know what I'm thinking." Serra asked suspiciously, withdrawing her hand.

"It's all in the face." Alding glanced in the car's rearview mirror.

Serra's cheeks immediately turned red, and she yelled at him, "Don't talk. ”

"Then don't give it back to me, duke."

She turned her head again, and asked Rose Hill beside her, "Are you really going to invite me to church on the weekend?" ”

The girl's eyes were swollen, and the milk-brown iris was full of anticipation.

"I never lie." Roshill's long, beautiful narrow eyes narrowed slightly, suggesting that she was a duplicitous liar.

This is the second time that Serra has a weak heart today, although she doesn't know what she has in front of him, maybe it is because of the kiss on the balcony.

She twisted her fingers and said, "Just the two of us?" You're not going to invite people anymore, are you? ”

Rosehill didn't understand why she always thought her sister would be attractive to him, and the other party's unhearable voice was indeed worth putting it away, but it wasn't worth wasting his energy.

He calmly said, "Who else do you think?" ”

Serra thought for a moment, lowered her head and sighed, "My sister wants to be our guide, and I'm not familiar with it, let alone know where there is a church. ”

"I know that having a guide does save you a lot of trouble finding your way, but—" she shrugged, glanced at him cautiously, and whispered, "I don't want to go out with her, it's fine just the two of us." ”

God willing, she told the 'truth' in front of him, and hopefully she won't be hated.

Roshill chuckled, a little more pleasure and satisfaction in his eyes, "Yes." ”

Serra was stunned to see how obvious the curvature of the corners of his lips could be.

The idol snapped from the mural was smiling at her.

Seeing her worthless appearance, Alding couldn't help but complain: "Saliva to put away Miss Serra, I just wiped my leather back seat." ”

Serra jerked up her hand to cover her mouth, her chin clean and no saliva flowing.

She glared at him angrily, "Don't speak! ”

The car finally became quiet, and Serra thought for a moment before asking the man next to her who was staring at her without speaking.

"I've always had a question, that maid... Why should you. "Murder.

She bit her lip and replaced the murder with "Is there a reason for it?" ”

Ross Hill relaxed and leaned back in his seat like a human, his posture changing from cold to aristocratic languid, "Sort of, she tried to kill me." ”