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

Chapter 82 Special Greetings

"Yeah." He admitted frankly.

Sera blinked, and asked another way: "I'm special in your eyes?"

"En." He nodded slightly, his backlit face was somewhat elusive.

Sera was finally happy, she took the initiative to go upstairs to his neck, rubbing her arms against the soft and silky golden hair, her voice became sweet and soft: "Mr. Be polite, can I make it up to you now?"

The handsome vampire lowered his eyes, knowing that the girl in front of him was thinking about something bad, but still rolled his Adam's apple and nodded indulgently.

Sera tilted her head up, the tip of her nose brushed against his chin, and her warm lips pressed against his.

Rose Hill's sitting posture was like a statue on a stone platform, and the eyes under the eyelashes were filled with turbulent emotions.

Sela hugged his neck, entangled with him with a sweet smell like honey.

She clearly felt Rose Hill's change from cold to hot. He knew he was being seduced, and he didn't resist at all. He was very excited.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, and his hard arm around her was strangling her almost out of breath.

Her neck was almost unable to hold back, and the cold palm supported the back of her head in time, and her fingertips inserted into her hair, firmly controlling her head.

Sierra squinted her eyes halfway, looking at Rose Hill's beautiful eyes that gradually blurred, her body gradually lost her strength.

Her mouth was numb as if she had eaten peppercorns, but the vampire in front of her was not satisfied at all.

Ordin, who acted as a wooden man N times in front, couldn't help but peeked at the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart how every time the two of them could kiss to their heart's content in the car, he was always present uncomfortable.

Rosehill had controlled his strength to the extreme, and the kiss he thought was restrained and gentle was not at all uncomfortable for Sera.

After a long time, she made an uncomfortable and thin voice from the kiss, "Okay, okay, don't kiss."

Sera was really afraid that it would be no big deal to let Rose Hill continue to indulge. The poisoned fangs accidentally pierced her lip, and her life ended here.

Every time I kiss him, I have this concern.

Her fingers pinched his shoulders, sounding like she was about to cry.

"Master, we're here." Aldin coughed lightly.

Rose Hill barely left her lips, and wrapped the limp girl in her arms, her undulating chest trying to suppress the intense emotions.

Sera touched her numb lips tremblingly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is your kissing ceremony a little too much, I just want to touch and say good evening." Her soft villain complained first.

Rose Hill closed her eyes, and said in a soft voice, "You should supply me."

"My mouth hurts." Sera snorted coquettishly.

"Get out of the car for dinner." Rose Hill squeezed her hand and added, "It's very rich."

Dinner was at a luxurious upscale restaurant on the Santa Fe River.

In the private luxury box, there is a square marble dining table, crystal lamps hanging from the top, and wooden high-back chairs with soft printed cushions.

There are not only the two of them for dinner today.

A middle-aged man in formal attire stood up, with a complimenting smile on his face, "Mr. Rose Hill, the Royal Cruiser has sunk until now, and I finally see you to say hello."

Sera had seen this man at the gate of the police station this morning. He was an agent from the capital and a confidant sent by the king.

"Apu." Rose Hill shook hands with his leather gloves, and the two knew each other.

The man named Apu put down his hands, looked at Serra standing beside him, and said politely, "Miss Serra, I remember correctly, right? You and Mr. Rose Hill are survivors on the same ship. "

"Hi, Mr. Apple."

Sera didn't understand why Rosehill would bring her to this kind of dinner, but she obediently sat down on the chair he had pulled out.

The food served by the waiters are the latest rare dishes caught in the sea, as well as all kinds of vegetables that are popular nowadays.

While listening to their conversation, she ate the food on the dinner plate. The fried fish and meat pie tasted much better than the ones made by Mrs. Martha in the manor.

Rose Hill glanced at the girl who was eating obediently, the corners of her lips curled slightly.

"Mr. Rosehill, I made a cursory inquiry into the time of Whitman's death. It was the night you dealt with the racetrack gang."

Serra slowed her chewing and pricked up her ears.

Apu lit a cigar, smiled and said, "Aren't you surprised? Every time there is a problem with your venue, the black hands behind the scenes will die suddenly in various forms that night, such as dismembering, shooting, and committing suicide. Everything."

Sera secretly glanced at Rose Hill next to him, and just met his calm eyes, only to hear him ask lightly, "What else do you want to eat?"

The other party was secretly poking at him, but he still calmly asked himself what to eat.

Sierra thought for a few seconds, "Cream cake with lemon flavor and chocolate flavor."

"it is good."

Apu, who was ignored, didn't show his emotions, and said clearly: "Whitman connives the gangsters to smash your business. It's not a good behavior, but sometimes everyone takes a step back, and nothing will happen, right? ? Why hurt people’s lives.”

Rosehill finally turned his gaze from the gluttonous girl to him, "Is there evidence that I did it?"

He had already published a newspaper to save someone and hurt his hand. He didn't go out that night and a doctor came to serve him, and he had a complete alibi.

As the king's confidant, Apu accepted many cases, all of which were inseparable from Rose Hill, but it was like this every time, and every time he and his subordinates had alibi.

This is a cunning man who can never be caught, even though he knows that he kills and sets fire, he can do anything.

"Everyone knows it well, and so does the king." Apu said: "He thinks that if you go on like this, something will happen."

Sera wasn't sure if she could hear those words. She ate the after-dinner cake and looked at Rose Hill again. Seeing that he didn't look at her, she stretched out her hand under the table.

He moved, turned his palms over, pressed her hands to his legs and held them, and squeezed them to reassure her.

Sela pursed her lips, picked up the spoon with the other hand and continued to eat bitterly.

"What do you want to say?" Rose Hill asked coldly.

"I'm happy to close this case immediately, including all previous cold cases." Apu leaned forward and stared at him with piercing eyes. "How about we do a business? You like business best, don't you?"

In Sera's view, this man has no capital to negotiate terms with Rose Hill. He knows who the murderer is but has no evidence, which is not enough to send a Duke to jail.

Unless the person behind him borrowed this mouth.

　I didn't do anything, I still have to lock my chapter, alas.
　　Stream of consciousness Driving a car is also a pain.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)