After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

"take a vacation?!"

"take a vacation."

"Then we will lose another sum of money." The steward hesitated even more.

"It won't be too long."

Under Sierra's decision to take the case, the laundry factory ushered in the most relaxing moment.

The black slaves who taught themselves the Rilenny language went to the streets on weekends to meet neighbors, make friends, and live a relaxed and happy life.

Compared with the Mawson Laundry Factory next door, the black slaves have already complained a lot because they work around the clock and don't even have the most basic sleep time.

Sander stayed here for more than a month without seeing Rose Hill. At the urging of her father, she took Serra to visit the house in person, only to find that the gate of the castle was closed and a layer of fine dust fell on the gate. , Rose Hill didn't know how long he had been away.

Sandburn was also not interested in men, and now he felt completely offended. On a warm weekend, the people who bid farewell to Mawson Manor boarded a boat back to the capital.

Before leaving, she packed a handful of gold coins for Sera, knowing that she would have a hard time here, so she said, "For the money of a first-class boat ticket, you are welcome to come to me."

What he said was too ambiguous, and he almost asked her to be his lover, but Sierra refused with a smile.

A few days after seeing off this noble lady, another unexpected visitor came to the house.

A wealthy baron who came to attend the wedding with great visibility, was introduced to Serra by the family as a blind date.

I don't know what Josie whispered in Lizzie's ears again, to get him to agree to marry his daughter, or marry a widower whose ex-wife just died.

The family arranged for the two to go out for fun together, and if they were interested in each other, they decided to settle the matter.

night.

Serra got into the car and was invited out for coffee by Baron Leighton.

The other party is over [-] years old, and there are three deep creases on his forehead when he laughs and talks, which is not good-looking, "What does Miss Serra like to do?"

"There's nothing to do." Sierra looked out the window, bored in every possible way.

Layton was not pulled down because of her indifference, and continued to look for topics with a smile: "Investment? I heard that you opened a factory and a butcher shop with the help of your family. You are a rare talented woman."

Sera turned her head, the light and shadow outside the window fell on her face, the shadows were distinct, and the flaming red lips drew a sarcasm: "I need to make a clarification, I opened the factory and the butcher shop by myself and found someone to cooperate with my father It doesn't matter at all, and it would be even more ridiculous to say that the pocket money he gave me was used as share capital, and my mother, Mrs. Clemens's large fortune is in his pocket."

Layton watched the girl in front of him become extremely aggressive, and was intrigued by the wildness in her.

Those gentle little women played too much, and such a bright and beautiful woman made him feel very challenging.

"Sorry, I also heard one-sided words." He asked the driver to stop at the door of a bar just right, "How about I buy you a glass of wine to calm down?"

Eric had just finished a day of training and was about to have a supper with a group of friends when he saw the petite figure getting off the classic car.

Sierra only wore a thin silk vest and red dress, her long hair was coiled up, and her neck was slender. Her outstanding appearance and temperament were just like a dusty swan in this chaotic dark alley.

When he saw her beautifully dressed and an old man entering the smoky bar, the corners of her pursed lips immediately drooped, and her brows tightened.

A street prostitute entangled his strong body under the military uniform, touched his chest with red-nailed fingers, and said in a seductive voice, "Soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield, do you want to enter my jungle before leaving? I will give you free."

"Haha, you have a good vision, Eric will be promoted soon." The partner behind him gave you a blessed expression.

Eric didn't even bother to look at it, he grabbed the prostitute's wrist and pushed her into his partner's arms, patted the collar, "I'm going to the bar."

"Going to the bar? Your treat?"

"En." He replied without turning his head, strode his long legs, and walked in a hurry.

In a dark and noisy tavern, sexy whiskey girls are selling alcohol everywhere, and the pungent cigarettes lingering in the air make people very uncomfortable, including those eyes that fall on themselves, looking at the goods, it is really disgusting.

Sera pursed her lips, knowing in her heart the purpose of the old man bringing her here, thinking that her 18-year-old girl was innocent and easy to deceive.

In order to show his financial resources and elegance, Leighton booked a small box behind a row of stained glass bead curtains, and several bottles of expensive whiskey were also placed.

"Beauties and spirits, I haven't experienced such a life for a long time." Layton poured her a glass of wine, and said seriously: "To tell you the truth, Miss Serra, I have guarded my dead wife for five years, but the first I heard Master Lizzy talk about you once, and saw you in a newspaper for the first time."

He paused, "It may be abrupt to say this, but I think I fell in love with you at first sight, if you don't mind my past"

"I don't mind." Sera took the decorative lemon from the rim of the wine glass and stuffed it into her mouth. The sour taste attacked her taste buds, which cleared up her smoky mind a lot.

"You can think about it. Although I am a baron, I have a lot of assets in my family. Whether it is agriculture or mining investment, my financial resources are enough to make you spend your whole life without any worries." Layton moved his hand on the table and pointed The same slender hand resting on the table touched it.

Serra immediately put her hands on her knees, and she had heard similar words from the dead Nelson.

She raised her eyes and said, "I don't know what my dad said, but I don't have any intention of getting married at the moment, I'm not short of money, and there's a big age gap between us."

Seeing that she still didn't get into the oil and rice, and even had to sit next to him on the north and south sides of the table, without touching her hands, Leiton's dissatisfied voice was very low, and every word was slandering:
"You're going to get married sooner or later. I don't mind if you meddled in the affairs of the Duke of Rosehill and Miss Sander. Do you still despise me as a widower?"

Sera rolled her eyes inwardly, barely maintaining politeness on her face, "Who told you, I intervened in Rose Hill and Sander."

"It seems that you don't know yet?" Layton laughed, "The king ordered the Duke of Rosehill to marry him, and the whole upper circle of Wally knows about your close relationship with the Duke."

He drank the second glass of whiskey, and under the influence of alcohol, his tone became more disdainful and frivolous, "I don't mind that Miss Serra has been a lover and her body is unclean, and you don't mind that I am old, I am really sincere to you. "

"Oh." Sera sneered.

She grabbed the wine glass on the table and swallowed the spirits. The burning throat made her resist the urge to hit people with the wine bottle in public.

"I'm going first, I hope there is no chance to meet again, Mr. Leighton."