"I know." Eric brought the meat into the store, of course he knew, but Serra was a noble lady, she regarded him as her best friend, and he didn't want to break this relationship so that the two of them could not even be friends in the future.

As soon as Serra got on his horse and ran away, he saw Roshill, who had also come out of a large house on the side of the street.

The street in front of him was full of cars, and the brand new sign hanging above his head was carved with the back of a graceful woman, and a circle of small colored light bulbs around it.

【Lebanese J Hospital】

Good guys, really good guys.

Serra stared at the expressionless blonde duke for a few seconds across the road, and behind him came Aldin, and a beautiful J girl wearing only a waitress apron on the upper body, the unconcealed turbulence was extremely eye-catching.

Serra ducked her mouth down, drove the horses and turned away.

"Serra." Rose Hill called her softly.

Serra stared ahead, not even looking back, she hadn't digested the scene she had just seen, and she didn't want to talk to him for the time being.

The horse walked down the street for a few minutes, and a black vintage car drove up to the side to parallel her down the street.

Inside the half-dropped window, a cold male voice asked, "What's the matter with your skirt?" ”

Serra turned her head sideways, lowered her gaze again, and looked at the pale and handsome face hidden in the dark in the car, and said in a coaxing voice, "Waitress's theme party?" I didn't even know the Duke liked to play this. ”

Her answer was a few seconds of silence in the car, "That's my business, it's newly opened today." ”

Pulling back on his horse, he stopped his hooves, and his tone was a little softer but still puffing, "Oh, then I wish you a prosperous business." ”

The classic car stopped at the same time, the slender fingers in leather gloves pushed the car door, and the young man sitting by the door was in a suit and leather shoes, and his dark eyes were bottomless, "Come up." ”

Serra hesitated for a moment and shook her head decisively, "No, I'm going home, Dad is still waiting for me to eat." ”

Alding opened the door and got out of the car, and called a coachman from the side of the street who was waiting to start work, he stuffed a few bills into the other party, pointed to Serra's horse, "Send it back to Mawson Manor, and tell the butler there again, Miss Sierra and Duke Rosehill have dinner together, and go back later." ”

"Yes sir."

The itinerary was clearly arranged, and Serra reluctantly had to dismount, she really wanted to go home, but today she pryed a piece of land from Roshill, and it was better to be obedient, who was now her number one creditor.

She walked to the car door, and the people inside sat inside, making room for her.

Serra stooped in.

The door slammed shut, and the falling curtain cut off several lines of sight from the window, and occasionally the street lamp lit up at night shone on the white curtain.

"What's the matter with the skirt?" Ross Hill asked again.

Serra replied in a muffled voice, "There is a dead nest of rabbits in the house, stained with blood." ”

"You're going to see Eric?" His tone wasn't good.

"How do you know?" Serra turned her face sideways and saw Roshill taking off her gloves, her porcelain-white hands revealing little by little, and the jewels each of her on her fingers with slightly bulging knots.

This red, blue, and green color combination would be a catastrophe of the century on any pair of flawed hands, but there is no contradiction on these hands, and the prismatic luster refracted between the gems is matched by the snow-white skin.

Serra stared unconsciously at the act of him taking off his gloves, the kind that anyone who didn't control his hands would love.

Rosehill took off his gloves and folded them into his pockets, turned his head and asked her calmly, "What did you do?" ”

It should have been the scene where she questioned him about visiting J Courtyard, but as soon as he got in the car, the status of the conversation was reversed.

The other party's powerful aura made Sierra a little weak in her heart, but she didn't do anything today, there was nothing to be ashamed of.

She sat upright and said, "I didn't do anything, I just passed by the butcher's shop and met him and said hello." ”

"Greetings?" Roshill's voice sank, and his eyes were cold.

His cold thumb pressed to her lips and rubbed it hard from side to side, "Just to say hello?" ”

The smell here is too strong to hide, the disgusting, disgusting animal smell.

There was no temperature of the inquiry, like a poisonous snake crawling over the tip of Serra's heart, and the cold man shivered.

She remembered inexplicably what had been said in his little estate.

Good at creating, but also good at destroying everything that does not belong to you.

"What are you angry about? I just kissed Eric before parting, don't you kiss and greet someone you have a good relationship with? ”

Pretending to be calm, Serra hugged his arm and barely salvaged her lips back, "And I'm not mad at you yet, those beautiful girls are each wrapped in a white apron that can't cover their breasts, and you can't see the horn with your eyes?" ”

Rose Hill narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the girl in front of him with a puffed face full of jealousy, "I never kiss my face." ”

"Really? I've kissed you so many times. Serra poked his lips and cheeks, dissatisfied, and said, "Here and here, isn't it my kind greeting?" Everyone is doing this, what do you have to be upset about. ”

For a moment, Roshill was silent.

He didn't deny that what she said was right, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart.

"I'm not angry." His hard explanation.

"Oh, I'm angry now." Serra, who had escaped, let go of his arm and turned his face to the window, and said angrily, "Those girls are all in better shape than me, no wonder you are not interested in me." ”

Ross Hill replied with a frown; "There is no comparison."

Serra turned her head in shock, she was angry, she was really angry, was there such an upright and insulting person?

She moved her ass and squeezed to his side, her white hand angrily tugging at the collar of the suit without a trace of wrinkles, "Am I so bad?" ”

Ross Hill looked at the little face that suddenly turned red, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

She'd be mistaken.

Aldin's classic car climbed up a ramp, and Serra's body followed the chest of the ascetic suit in front of her, but she was really hit tonight and didn't want to seduce him at all.

She let go of her hand, and as soon as her hips moved back a little, the long arms behind her back wrapped around her waist and fished the person back again.

"I mean you're different from them, you're not comparable to what you're selling in the store." Ross Hill lowered her eyes, her stiff palms clenched slightly against her soft waist.

He saw her as a descendant who could be transformed himself, and her existence would be unique and unmatched.

Sierra leaned on his chest and stared at his flawless beauty, and only after a moment asked, "Am I unique?" ”