"I never help people for nothing." Ross Hill said slowly.

"You want to be paid? My bag was still knocked out by you. Serra glanced meaningfully at his arm.

"You leaned over on your own." He didn't want to give it to her at all.

"It's your servant who doesn't have good driving skills." Serra was serious, "I've never seen a car suck like this." ”

Aldin, who was standing next to him as a benchmark, saw that the matter was on him, and quickly replied, "You wanted to go home directly with your master at that time." ”

"I said that when I saw that the sun was very big, he didn't look well, and you thought about it yourself." Serra argues with the arguments.

Aldin, who was refuted, was blocked, are we vampires afraid of what sunlight? It's just that the skin reacts with light.

Can you say that? She was going to die, and no human knew that the Bloodline had kept a secret for centuries and survived safely.

Rosshill's expression loosened slightly, and he did have enough reason to believe that she was afraid that he would be burned by the sun in addition to taking advantage.

"Well, you can come to me if you need anything." Serra held up three fingers, "I serve you three things unconditionally, and you are responsible for helping me suppress any possibility that will expose things." ”

Feeling that the hint was not enough, Serra whispered in his ear, "I can do anything for you." ”

Alding is open-eyed, naked and ambitious seduction, which is more straightforward than taking advantage, and the owner is the most annoying to this.

Ross Hill glanced at her beautifully shaped lips, and her ears looped the 'rose-flavored jelly' she longed for, and the layer of the irises shattered, and her deep voice was silky and melodious, "Deal." ”

Alding turned his head, an emotional crack in his face.

Serra's heart was overjoyed, and she restrained the corners of her lips that wanted to rise wildly, and said softly: "Then I'll wait for your call, I'm going back to my companion now." ”

When she stood up with her skirt lifted, Annahi's voice suddenly appeared behind her.

"Serra!"

Serra spun around, her heart pounding, and she almost lost her breath.

The race officially began, followed by 10 horses that rushed out of the railing and onto the dirt track, and countless waves of cheers for the riders and horses followed.

The deafening movement muffled the sound of Eric opening his mouth to her.

When did Annahi bring him here, and how long had he been standing there? Even Rose Hill, who hated werewolves, didn't remind her.

Serra steadied herself and waved at them as if nothing had happened.

She walked down the path to the back row, separated from them by a low fence that divided the viewing area.

Annahi clung to Eric's side, intent on swearing sovereignty.

"How long have you been here?" Sierra asked with a smile.

"From the moment you sit down at the Duke's exclusive seat, I won't call you when you have a good time." Annahi replied.

Sierra nodded and looked at Eric again, his gaze calm, his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at her without saying a word.

"What did you just say to me?" She asked, "There were so many shouts that I didn't hear clearly." ”

Eric said, "Say hello to you. ”

As long as he is not blind, he can see that he is not in a happy mood, and there is nothing hidden on the young man's young face.

Serra thought for a moment and sent him an invitation, "You bought me a fruit basket last time, and I'll treat you to cake when Marseille is over?" ”

They had agreed to do so before.

Eric opened her lips, and was about to blurt out a good word when she was interrupted by Annahi, who felt like she was about to be squeezed out by the two of them's eyes.

"Eric has to take me home, let's take two on the way, don't bother you." She took another step forward, trying to give Eric a little more of herself in his eyes.

Serra's smile froze, and the corners of her lips quickly drooped, "Okay, then I'll eat by myself later." ”

"Serra, I can—" Eric called out to her, but before he could say anything about eating cake with her, he was interrupted.

"Then I'll go back to my place and watch the game first, I don't know how much money I'm going to lose, haha." Ignoring Eric's somewhat flustered look, she forced a smile and took a step back, quickly turning to leave.

Annahi looked at Eric's appearance that he was about to climb over the railing to chase after him, and her heart sank to the bottom, "Eric, you just promised me to send me back, you can't leave me alone in these men's pile." ”

Eric stopped his impulsive steps, his angular face tense.

He watched Sierra with the disgusting vampire and agreed to Annahi's request that she be sent home safely.

Now he regretted it a little, and Serra must have been sad, and she might have tried to explain it to herself.

Annahi's face wasn't much happy to keep people, and she even felt that she was in a worse mood.

Several friends didn't look back to greet her, and they all chatted with the daughter of the rich businessman, and the 10-point family value that Eric fell in the system did not rise back, and the love value of the three men was like a pool of stagnant water.

Returning to her seat, Serra was bombarded by Mira and her sisters, and no one was on the mind to gamble on horses except Khalida, who valued money activities more than men.

"What did the Duke say to you? I see you've been talking for a long time. ”

"What did I hear from Tingny last time I saw you and the Duke in the car outside the church?"

"Does he like you?"

One after another, one after another, each with envious and jealous eyes.

Serra leaned towards Khalida, "I've confessed to him before, but it's a pity that people don't like me. ”

"Really?" There was no one who didn't have suspicious eyes.

Serra had no choice but to say, "We're just friends, it's Tingny's eyes that are not good, if the Duke likes me, I would have come to the house to get engaged." ”

So they're just playing, I hope these young girls can understand and don't get entangled.

They reluctantly gave up questioning her, and the results of the three-and-a-half-lap Marseille were immediately available.

The horse with the number 9 broke out of the encirclement and won the first place, and the numbers behind it went up one after another.

The moment all the numbers were ranked, Mira next to her raised her hands and shouted excitedly, and there were all kinds of disappointed sighs around her.

Serra didn't feel emotional, until Mila shook her and said we had won, that she suddenly realized she had won.

With so many numbers of horse racing sorting, they gambled on the champion horse with a handful of shit luck, because it was an unpopular horse and no one bought it, and the odds were very high.

I was very happy but I bet on this one, and Sierra was not interested in betting any more.

She didn't pick a lucky number when she went out today, so she went back early to see the mermaid and think about how to deal with Eric later.