She was just a small thing raised by Master Hank on an spur of the moment.
What was she sad about?
Aunt Dovlin's daughter also had pets, so she was very familiar with the pet hospital. She went out to take drugs with the little puppy. Sara was a little bored, and when he was free, he would think of the embarrassment in Hank's study. He quickly found something to do - helping Aunt Lyons to take care of the flowers and Sara, who had come back to pick up the hair ropes, was stunned on the spot.
Just now, her hair fell off her neck, so she came back. But she didn't expect to hear such a sentence.
Lin voice was cold, as if all the tenderness she had felt before was fake.
Sara lowered his head and looked at the little puppy in his arms. He bit his lip and whispered to himself, "In fact, he didn't say anything wrong."
plants in the yard.
She knew medical theory and was very familiar with the growth and habits of plants. It could be said that she was a good hand. Aunt Lyons kept praising her, which made Sara very embarrassed.
After spending an hour in the yard, Sara's mood gradually calmed down. He tried to stop thinking about the kiss today and Hank's cold words. When he was about to trim the branches and leaves of a herbaceous peony, the doorbell rang.
Aunt Lyons was at a loss for Hank to make her move. Sara said, "Aunt Dovlin should be back. I'll just open the door."
Aunt Lyons nodded with a smile.
Sara opened the heavy iron door outside, only to see that there was not Aunt Dovlin and the obedient dog at the door, but a tall and mighty man. The man's face looked very fierce. There was a scar all over his face from the chin to the left corner of his eye. children would cry when they saw him. Sara was a little scared, but he knew that this kind of person was very concerned about his appearance, so he quickly calmed down and asked softly, "Who are you looking for?"
A beautiful and delicate face came out of the man's back. He smiled and said, "I'm looking for Hank."
This young man had snow-white skin, red lips, and white teeth. There was a kind of romantic charm between his eyebrows and eyes. He looked particularly cute when he smiled, but his well-behaved eyes couldn't hide his arrogance.
The man glanced at the teenager and said, "Miss Martin, we are here to find Master Hank."
Sara was taken aback. "You guys know me?"
The man didn't explain much. "I've heard a little about it."
Sara opened the way and said, "Please come in."
The man nodded and said to the teenager, "Miss. Martin, please."
The young man glanced at Sara with interest and entered the villa.
The man seemed to be quite familiar with this place. He entered the living room in a familiar way and said to the teenager, "Mr. Martin, please sit here for a while."
The young man nodded and went upstairs to look for Hank.
Mr. Martin looked at the surroundings and said, "Sure enough, it's the Reminisland. The paradise of the human world is not blown."
Sara didn't know him, so he didn't intend to pay attention to it. He planned to go out to look for Aunt Lyons, but the teenager said, "Give me a glass of water."
His voice was pleasant, with a unique milky voice in his youth, but his tone sounded a little uncomfortable.
Sara had a good temper, so she didn't mind it. Thinking that he was a guest, he poured a glass of water without too much. He poured a glass of warm water in front of him. The young man didn't drink water, but just looked at Sara and asked, "Are you a servant here?"
Sara was stunned. He didn't know why she would think so. It was not until she saw him dressed up that she realized that she had changed into old clothes and put on an apron when she went to take care of the flowers and plants. She looked really like a servant.
"No, I'm not," Sara said, shaking his head.
Mr. Martin seemed to be very interested in her. He smiled and asked, "Little sister, where are you from? You talk in a strange way."
The child was so young that he was able to flirt with others.
"I'm from the South," Sara said. "I still have things to attend to. I'm leaving."
"Hey, don't go." The teenager grabbed her wrist. "Little sister, why do you cover your face with your hair? Is it because you are too beautiful?"
Sara: "..."
The young man tilted his head and looked at her with a pair of bright and bright eyes. "Little sister, what's your name? I always feel like I've seen you before."
Sara confirmed that he had never seen such a gorgeous young man before. He said softly, "Then you must have mistaken me for someone else... Let me go first, okay?"
Mr. Martin smiled slightly and said, "Then tell me your name."
My name is Sara."
"Hey, you also have the surname Martin?" The young man was very trustworthy and let go of her hand. "My name is Lionel. The rive is green. The emperor is in the middle of the morning. He is deep in thought and plays the finger in the string to tidy up his clothes and start to hide his face."
Sara: "... then we are not of the same surname. I am the beautiful and charming Sara."
The young man was not disappointed. He smiled and said, "Then we are still very lucky. Little sister, how old are you this year?"
"18 years old."
"I'm sixteen," Lionel said. "You look younger than me."
Sara was not used to talking to strangers, so he had reached his limit. He said with a red earlobe, "... I have something else to do, so I have to go first."
"Don't." Lionel used the same old trick and grabbed her wrist again. "Let me see what you look like."
Sara: "..
Sara was about to cry.
"Let her go." The man's cold voice sounded.
Sara turned his head immediately as if he were listening to a fairy's music. He saw Hank walking downstairs with the man with a scar on his face. Hank stared at Lionel's hand coldly, and his eyes were gloomy as if he was thinking about how to chop off the hand.
When Lionel saw Hank, he finally restrained a little. He let go of Sara and stood up, gave a crooked military salute, and said, "Hello, Mr. Bishop."
However, Hank ignored him. He walked up to Sara and held her hand to see if she was injured. He had already known that the little girl was so delicate and tender that he would leave a mark when he gently pinched her.
However, Sara instinctively hid his hand behind his back and lowered his head not to look at Hank. I'm fine."
Hank's face became even colder.
In such a short time, the little boy's attitude toward him... Why was he so cold? It seemed that he had returned to his cautious attitude when they first met.
He was a little unhappy, but he did not show it. Instead, he looked at Lionel and said, "I heard that you are going to fly in the sky in my army?"
Obviously, Lionel was afraid of Hank. He smiled and said, "I'm just bored... Besides, at the beginning, I told you that I'm not suitable to stay in the army, but my father insisted on..."
Hank said coldly, "Tell your father about this."
Lionel shut up.
Hank's power was really overbearing. His words were so plain that Mr. Martin did not dare to say anything more. It was even more effective than the whip that his father was holding.