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

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

Along the way, Loxyd looked out of the window without speaking, put his hands on his lap, and didn't even look at her.

Serra asked him, "Are you angry?"

"Is it hard to see?" He turned his head, frowning.

Sera thought for a while and took apart the fudge she just brought out from home, and took a milk-flavored one and put it in her mouth.

She leaned over and brought the candy half-bited on her lips to Loxyd, his eyes darkened, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and ate the candy into his mouth.

Cheese is wrapped in the stuffed sugar balls, and the sweetness blooms from the lips.

After feeding Tang Sierra, she wanted to back away, but the back of her head was tightly wrapped by big palms, she had no way to go back, and he pressed on every step of the way.

After a long time, her eyes were covered with mist.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Losid finally stopped, and pressed the pulp of his fingers on her lips, "Your usual trick."

"Is it sweet?" Sera asked softly, hooking his neck back.

With a hoarse voice, Loxyd gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist, "You can feed me like this from now on."

She raised her head, "Then you are still angry?"

"angry."

"Then don't feed me." Sera was about to push him away and sit back, her waist tightened, and the man's arms were wrapped around her again, breathing heavily in her ears, "Feed me again, and I won't be angry anymore .”

Terry, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror, his fair skin was slightly red.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the Mawson Laundry Factory, Losid took the initiative to open the door on the other side, and helped Sera, whose legs were weak, to come out.

After such a long time, it was the first time for her to come to Lizzie's laundry factory. The scale looks similar to hers, but there are four or five hills of clothes piled up in the open space inside, and it looks like a busy business.

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

Sierra bypassed the piles of dirty clothes and just stepped into the laundry when a wave of heat with a strong smell of perfume came over her face.

She stopped immediately.

"So hot."

The factory did not have any cooling measures, and more than 30 skinny black slaves crowded in the factory, scrubbing and washing clothes in their hands.

Lizzie also spent huge sums of money to buy several steam irons. The freshly dried clothes were piled up in the basket, waiting to be ironed one by one. The steam emitted made the temperature in the factory even higher.

"Cough cough."

"cough."

There were many coughing sounds, each slave's white hair was wet on his forehead, his clothes were wet with sweat, his cheeks were sunken and his face was sluggish.

Long-term high-intensity work made their bodies almost collapse.

Nobles don't treat black slaves as human beings, and the result that Sera had imagined is now in front of him, and it is even worse.

"They are in a bad state, why don't they let them rest?" She asked the steward who came over.

"I can't help it. There is a time limit for each batch of orders. If the laundering is not completed within the specified time, the money will be deducted." The steward said: "Master Lizzie asked everyone to work overtime overnight in order not to lose money, but fortunately, these black people Slaves are used to being accompanied by illnesses, so it’s not a problem.”

People in the working class also look down on this group of slaves from the colonies from the bottom of their hearts.

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

The commotion over there caught Sera's attention, and she went straight to order as the master, "Send the person to the hospital first, it will be bad if it is an infectious disease."

"No!" The steward stopped immediately, "Master said, we have to deal with all this batch of goods first, and now there are a few people temporarily vacant to be hospitalized, and no one can fill the position."

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

Sera didn't listen to persuasion at all, and took the initiative to squat down to help the fainted woman up. She looked at Losid, "I'm going to take someone to the hospital."

He understood, turned around and repeated the same words to the steward. The other party's eyes were lost. Soon, the car belonging to the factory carried the fainted black slave and several caretakers to the hospital.

The test results came out soon, but things were unexpected.

Luckily, the fainting black slave did not suffer from any infectious disease, but was just pregnant, and had a miscarriage directly due to the high-pressure environment.

Since Yuexiao didn't mind the high-risk surgery, Sera advanced money to buy abortion pills, so that the female slave could have a clean flow.

In the ward, two black slaves who could speak Rilenne looked after the woman who woke up and cried bitterly, while Sela looked at her with sore eyes.

Knowing that they could understand her own words, she said: "My father is going to get married in Mawson Manor on the 14th of this month. All the money from the operation of the factory has been invested in the wedding decorations. He doesn't want to use the money to improve your life. I terribly sorry."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, she bent down and apologized.

Roxie grabbed her arm and pulled her up, "What are you doing?"

"Don't talk." Sera pushed his hand away, and said to the slaves: "My laundry factory recently had a decrease in orders and hot weather, so all the money I got was used to maintain the factory's daily expenses. Sorry I couldn't help you."

She took out her wallet, took out the large banknotes including the few gold coins inside, and stuffed them into their hands, "I can't take the money at home, and I don't have a lot of money, so you use it first. Come to the hospital to have a look at your body when you have time."

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

Sera sighed, "Well, everyone is a woman and there is no difference. It is my father and stepmother who went too far. I am sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You are so kind. I am glad that I have a companion who works with you and is in good health." The black slave smiled sadly.

Sera thought for a while, "Do you know who the father of the child is? Maybe I can pass on a message for you."

"We came out of a slave market. He was helping the boss carry goods at the pier. His name was Ren."

"Okay, take a good rest and go back tomorrow."

Sera took Losid away, and went straight to the port pier.

He put his arms around her waist and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Hmm." Sera asked him to pull down the window, blowing the wind that would come from the sea, and turned to look at him, "You said the factory has infectious diseases."

"It's not the pregnant woman, it's the two people who came with you, and you gave them money with your own hands." Losid squeezed her face, "Aren't you afraid of accidents?"

"Isn't it because you're here?" Sera said seriously, hugging his neck with smiling eyes, and kissed him on the face, "This way the disease will be cured."

"Hmm." Lloyd pursed his lips and let out a pleasant chuckle.