"Yesterday Miss Annahi lay on the glass and said something for a long time, but he didn't react." Thomas joked, "He probably likes more aggressive beauty." ”

Serra squeezed the hem of her heavy skirt and asked, "Can you tell me what Annahi has been doing here lately?" ”

"Reading, she tried to get the merfolk to speak." Edward picked up the books on the long table, "But it didn't work, he never came out of the weeds." ”

"It works." Serra turned her head to look at the mermaid attached to the glass surface, although she hid in the aquatic plants and couldn't come out, her ears were very bright, and she learned quickly.

"Then please ask her to come and teach the mermaid to speak every day."

If she herself came on the field to teach him to speak, she might not be able to say a few words and kiss him together like she had just done.

She couldn't resist Lossyd's seduction skills, and even a casual temptation could make her do something inferior, and the progress between them couldn't get to that point so quickly.

Annahi's teaching in the past two days has been quite fruitful, and she has already warned Losheed not to kiss other girls, so sit back and enjoy it for the time being.

"The merfolk talk a lot to you?" Thomas asked.

"Well, that's a lot." Serra nodded, and did a lot more.

The two marine experts looked at each other and pleaded with her in unison, "It is rumored that mermaid tears can turn into pearls, we are not sure if this is true or legend, and what is so special about his tear ducts, we want your help." ”

Serra frowned, "What do you mean." ”

"Meaning, we want to ask you to make him cry and collect some tears."

Serra: "..."

"Let Annahi try first."

She didn't want to do anything that might spoil her favorability and burp, let alone make poor Losheed cry.

If you really want to lose your favor, you have to drag the heroine into the water first.

Seeing her refuse and dragging her wet body away, the two experts looked at the syringe in the cardboard box again, and felt a headache for a while.

This is followed by blood drawing and scaling pulling, which must be done first.

The mourning period has ended in this new week, and at dinner time, Serra picked out a haze blue silk dress, with a round neck and long sleeves, and the fabric has no decoration except for a single pleated waist, which is low-key and dignified.

The servant helped to tie the hair in a complicated bun, and adorned it with a few small pearl hairpins on the small waves that rolled on both sides, and then said, "Miss Mira has just called, and she and some of the young ladies have invited you to watch the horse race tomorrow. ”

"Did you invite my sister?" Serra brushed her face and heard the servant whisper no, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

The atmosphere of the dinner was serious, she arrived at 7 o'clock, and the family was already seated except for Serra.

When Lizzie saw what she was wearing, his angry eyes were obviously stunned for a moment.

It's not because of how nice the outfit is, it's that Serra dresses exactly the way Crimance likes to be dressed.

Her mother didn't like to wear too much jewelry, and she always loved the misty blue silk satin and complicated buns, even when the era had eliminated the cumbersome hairstyles and started to favor simple bobs and coils.

Serra sat down with a smile, "I heard that there is my favorite grilled mackerel in the evening." ”

"Your mother loves this, too." Lizzy said.

Serra glanced at Josie, who had a gloomy look on her face, and said in surprise, "So Dad remembers." ”

Lizzie pursed his lower lip: "I haven't forgotten." ”

He had made a cheating mistake and had run to redeem it, but Krimans, with his old-time attire and new-age mentality, would rather die in a foreign country than forgive him.

Serra smiled, "It's all in the past. ”

"Are your wounds alright?"

"The recovery is very fast."

Lizzie nodded, "I have asked a lawyer to deal with the matter in the newspaper, I hope that our family will be harmonious in the future, and this kind of thing will not happen again." ”

Josie forced a smile and raised her glass at Serra, "No, Serra, I assure you, Yulanda has been fired. ”

The owner of the family wants to suppress this scandal and Serra will also acquiesce, if nothing else, as long as it prevents Josie and Lizzie from marrying.

The next morning she heard from the servant that Annahi had wept all night in bed because Marseille had not been invited.

When Serra saw her at breakfast, her eyes were still red and swollen.

"You're going to see Marseille with Mila today?" Anna asked her in a hoarse voice.

"Well, I'm going out." Serra waved at her.

Annahi clenched her handkerchief and breathed a few back and forth before flipping out of the system.

The number of probes for the day had not been used, and she chose Roshill, and looked at the place name shown on it at Hank's Horse Course, her fingernails almost tearing her handkerchief apart.

Did Serra also know that Ross Hill was going to the betting horse farm today?

She wondered if she had such a magical system in her body, otherwise why would she just happen to run into them every time.

Feeling full of danger, Annahi quickly got up with the hem of her skirt and instructed the servant, "I'm going to Hank's Horse Theater." ”

Three men, she didn't get any favorability points, and she couldn't be preempted anymore.

Today's weather is not very good, and the betting horse farm is very lively.

"This is the first time they've been open since Hank Racetrack was ransacked by a gang of gangsters last month." Mira said excitedly.

"Ransack?" Serra suddenly felt a little dangerous to come and see the event.

Mira replied, "Well, it's still in the name of Duke Rosehill, who hasn't been here in years. ”

Serra instantly realized how they had come to invite her to see Marseille, and that their business would be reopened and that the boss would always come to visit.

Reminiscent of Roshill's remark that she was a cancer of the kingdom, how she looks at this kind of activity now seems to be a subtle method of money laundering.

"Have you figured out what size to buy before you come?" Mira asked.

"No, whatever, I don't have much money." Serra gave the money to Mira's servant and asked him to buy the number on his behalf and walked into the audience.

What's more annoying is that the best front-row seats are all standing to watch the game, except for one person.

Khaleda sat in a white plastic chair in front of everyone, holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

She inadvertently turned around and saw Serra, and beckoned to her, "Serra! Come here! I'll give you an extra seat. ”

This is where the benefits of having a rich friend come into play.

She generously offered seats to all the ladies who were with Serra, and that was for three times the front-row fare.

The family is generally the aristocratic daughters of landlords who live on rent collection and breeding, and no one imagined that the daughter of a wealthy merchant who opened a bank could be arrogant in this state.