His own home, which he didn't want to stay for a moment.

All the way Lossyed looked out the window and didn't speak, his hands on his thighs, not looking at her.

Serra asked him, "Are you angry?" ”

"Is it hard to see?" He looked back, his brow furrowed.

Sierra thought for a moment to take apart the gummies she had just brought out of the house, took a milk-flavored one and put it in her mouth, biting her teeth halfway through, then turned to hold his face and kiss him on the lips.

The two kissed many times, and Rosid's lips were easily pushed open by the fudge, and a hint of sweetness was sent in by Serra.

Instead of snatching away the gummies she was trying to push, he immediately wrapped around her, crushing the candy between the clash of teeth, and the honey inside flowed out, doubling the sweetness.

Serra retreated, and he pressed closer.

By the time the two of them had finished eating a piece of candy, Serra's cheeks were faintly sour, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"Is it sweet?" She asked softly as she hooked his neck.

"Sweeter than your fingers." Losheed's voice was hoarse, and he gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist, "You can feed me like this in the future." ”

She tilted her head, "And you're still angry?" ”

"Angry."

"That's not going to feed you." Serra was about to push him away and sit back, his waist tightened, the man's arm wrapped around him again, and a slightly heavy breath spilled into his ear, "Feed him again, and I won't be angry." ”

Terry, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror, and his pale skin was slightly red.

When the car stopped at the door of Mawson's laundry, Losted took the initiative to open the door on the other side and helped out Serra, who was a little weak-legged inside.

After such a long time, it was the first time she had come to the laundry factory opened by Liqi, and the scale seemed to be similar to hers, but there were four or five hills of clothes piled up in the open space inside, and the business was busy at first glance.

The iron door was ajar, and the gatekeeper knew her and greeted her politely.

Serra had just stepped into the laundry as she bypassed the piles of filthy laundry when a wave of heat swept across the surface with the smell of strong fragrances.

She stopped for a moment.

"It's hot."

There were no cooling measures in the factory, and more than 30 emaciated black slaves were crammed into the factory, scrubbing their clothes in their hands.

Lizzie also spent a lot of money to buy a few steam irons, and the freshly dried clothes were piled up in baskets, waiting to be ironed one by one, and the steam dissipation made the temperature in the factory even higher.

"Ahem."

"Ahem."

There were many coughs, and the white hair of each slave was wet on his forehead, and his clothes were wet with sweat, and his cheeks were sunken and his face was languid.

The long-term and high-intensity work made their bodies collapse.

The aristocracy did not treat black slaves as human beings, and the results that Serra had envisioned were real in front of him at the moment, even worse.

"They're in a bad state, why don't they let people rest?" She asked the steward who had come over.

"There's no way, there is a time limit for each batch of orders, and money will be deducted if you don't wash it within the specified time." The steward said: "In order not to lose money, Master Lizi asked everyone to work overtime overnight, but fortunately, these black slaves are used to being accompanied by diseases, so this little situation is not in the way." ”

The people in the working class also looked down on this group of colonial slaves from the bottom of their hearts.

A black slave woman was ironing her clothes, her body swaying slightly, and after only a few seconds she fell backwards and fainted.

The commotion over there caught Serra's attention, and she went straight to order as her master, "Send someone to the hospital first, in case it's a contagion." ”

"No way!" The steward immediately stopped, "The master said, we must deal with all the goods first, and now there are a few people who are temporarily vacant to go to the hospital, and no one can put the position on top." ”

"But she looks like she's going to die."

Serra didn't listen at all, and took the initiative to crouch down to help pick up the fainting woman, she looked at Roshide, "I'm going to take someone to the hospital." ”

He understood, turned his head and repeated the same words to the steward, who lost his eyes, and soon the car belonging to the factory carried the fainted black slave and several caretakers to the hospital.

The results of the examination came out quickly, but things were also unexpected.

The black slave who fainted fortunately did not suffer from infectious diseases, but she was just pregnant and had a direct miscarriage because of the high-pressure environment.

Since Yue Xiao didn't mind the high-risk surgery, Serra advanced money to buy an abortion pill to make the slave girl cleaner.

In the hospital room, two black slaves who spoke Lilenni's language took care of the woman who woke up crying, and Serra's eyes were sour.

Knowing that they understood her words, she said, "My father is going to get married at Mawson Manor on the 14th of this month, and all the money from the operation of the factory is invested in the wedding decoration, and he is not willing to use the money to improve your life, I am sorry." ”

Under the surprised gaze of the crowd, she bent down and apologized.

Rossi grabbed her arm and pulled the person up, "What are you doing?" ”

"Don't talk." Serra pushed his hand away and said to the slaves, "My laundry has been running down lately due to the number of orders and the hot weather, and all the money has been used to maintain the factory's daily expenses, and I regret that I can't help you." ”

She took out her purse, took out the large banknotes in it, including the few gold coins it had, and stuffed them into their hands, "I can't take the family's money, and I don't have much of my own, you use it first, and I'll come to the hospital to see your body when you're free." ”

"I know... You, Miss. The black slave lying on the bed with teary eyes coughed a few times and said, "I heard that you still spend a lot of money every day to deliver ice cubes to your factory, even if the factory is out of business, you still insist on it, and you still pay them a monthly salary." ”

Sierra sighed, "Well, we don't treat women differently, it's my dad and stepmom who went too far, I'm sorry." ”

"You have nothing to be sorry for, you are so kind, I am very fortunate to have a companion working with you and in good health." The black slave smiled sadly.

Sierra thought for a moment, "Do you know who the father of the child is?" Maybe I can get a word out for you. ”

"We came out of a slave market, and he helped the owner carry the goods at the docks, called Wren."

"Okay, you have a good rest, and you can go back tomorrow."

Serra left with Lossid and headed straight for the port docks.

He put his arm around her waist and asked, "You did it on purpose?" ”

"Uh-huh." Serra told him to pull the window down, blowing the wind that would come from the sea, and turned to look at him, "You said there was a contagion in the factory. ”

"It's not the pregnant woman, it's the two people who came with you, and you stuffed them with money yourself." Roshide pinched her face, "Aren't you afraid of accidents?" ”

"Aren't you there?" Serra said this seriously, and put her arms around his neck with a smile and kissed him on the face, "This will cure the disease." ”

"Hmm." Roshided curled his lips and chuckled pleasantly.

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