During Hank's early years, he had dominated the continent, causing the criminals to tremble in fear upon hearing his name. He had never thought that he would one day be in his bed, in his sleep, and be struck by a fatal blow.
The strange pain instantly swept through his body like electricity, and there was also an inexplicable and inexplicable feeling.
He opened his eyes and subconsciously went to touch the dagger under the pillow. He then recalled that ever since he slept with Sara, he was afraid of hurting her, so he had put everything away. Now, Sara was burying her face in his chest. She moved uneasily and placed her hand in a dangerous place.
Hank: ".."
Squinting his eyes, he grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her small claw out of the quilt. It was probably because it was a little cold. Sara moved uncomfortably and opened her eyes in a hazy manner. "Oh... you're awake."
Hank looked at her enigmatically. "What were you doing just now?"
Sara was a little angry and said, "Gemini always bites its dog toy on the bed. There was something holding me just now... Wait a minute, I'll look for it."
She reached out and touched it, and asked in surprise, "Why is she missing?"
Hank laughed in a low, hoarse voice. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the blanket. "It's here."
Sara: "..."
Sara finally came to her senses after a full 30 seconds.
She had been studying medicine since she was a child, so she knew the human body like the palm of her hand. Of course, she knew what she had just touched.
She blushed and almost blew up. She felt that she would definitely explode if she lay on Hank again, so she immediately covered her head and got up from the bed.
But because the bed was too soft, she got up again and fell down on the bed immediately. Hank looked at her with a smile and said, "Sara, I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic."
I didn't expect you to be so warm-hearted...
Enthusiast...
These words replayed back and forth in Sara's mind like a demon's voice piercing through her brain.
Sara hated him so much.
Why didn't she dig holes? Why did she dig holes on the ground and bury herself at this time?
Sara climbed out of the soft blanket and climbed out of bed with a flushed face. She put on her slippers made of rabbit fur and ran away.
"..." Hank laughed coldly.
He ran away as if he had no conscience, so he had to solve it himself.
He slowly took a bath. When he changed his clothes and went downstairs, he saw Sara giving the dog food to him. When she saw him coming down, her white cheeks immediately flushed. She didn't dare to look at him at all, and she didn't dare to talk to him at all. After he poured the dog food on the table, she sat orderly on the edge of the table and pretended to be dead.
Aunt Lyons came out with two bowls of thin- skinned wontons. Seeing Sara, she smiled and said, "Why did you get up so early today? Are you sleepy now?"
Sara said in a low and muffled voice, "Get up when you can't sleep."
Aunt Lyons shook her head with a smile and said, "Let's hurry to eat. We'll go to school after the meal."
Sara's face had been completely swollen after taking a special ointment. It was just that the few bruises could still be seen, but they were not particularly conspicuous. It was okay if she didn't wear a mask.
She lowered her eyelashes and focused on eating the wonton. The wonton was steaming, and there was a layer of water on her fan-like eyelashes. Sara blinked her eyes and a drop of water slipped down from the corner of her eyes.
The spoon in Hank's hand hit the porcelain bowl and made a crisp sound. He pulled out the chair behind him, walked around the dining table, and sat down next to Sara. Sara looked at him blankly.
Hank raised his hand to wipe the water from the corner of her eye. "Are you crying because of shyness?"
Sara, "Meow, meow, meow? Who is crying?"
Hank tsked and said, "That's a normal reaction. Haven't you taken a physiological class?"
"I, I did." Sara stammered, "I..."
Hank held the back of her neck and pushed her into his embrace. "Be good, don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have teased you."
Sara, who had a blank look on her face, said, "..."
After a while, Sara said, "Uncle, I didn't cry."
She struggled out of Hank's embrace and put her head back into the steaming bowl of wontons. Then she blinked her eyes and a drop of water slipped down from her eyelashes- Hank: "..."
Sara whispered, "It's steam..."
However, when she thought of how Hank cared so much about her and thought that she was crying just to comfort her, Sara's heart was filled with sweetness. "Thank you for comforting me."
"..." The old man felt that his feelings had been cheated.
He stared deeply at Sara for a long while before suddenly hugging her and allowing her to sit steadily on his lap. "Since you didn't cry, it seems like you aren't that shy either. You should have a good feeling of it."
Sara was speechless. "No, I don't want Hank smiled in her ear. "How is it?"
Sara: "..."
She flushed and went to get her bowl. "I, I want to eat! I want to go to school!"
Hank pulled the bowl over for her and used a spoon to scoop a small bun full of wrappers. "Blow it," he said.
Although Sara was embarrassed to let Hank feed her, she still listened to him and blew on her mouth.
Then Sara watched the old beast put the little Wonton into his mouth.
Sara: "..."
Hank replied, "It tastes good."
Freya looked at Sara's face for a long time and was very angry. "Sara, tell me the truth. Who dared to destroy your face worth billions of Dollar!"
Sara coughed and said, "... What are you talking about? I got it by accident. It doesn't hurt anymore."
She did not want to tell Freya and the rest about the kidnapping. Anyway, it was fine now. She would only make them worry if she told them.
Freya was a senior facial dog. In her eyes, every face was worth a price. For example, the face of her nanny's daughter was worth 100,000 Dollar, the sister cashier of the milk tea shop at the school gate was worth a million Dollar, and so on. Sara's billions of Dollar was an astronomical figure for her, and it was also the least possible thing for her to allow damage to happen. When she saw the scratches on Sara's face, Freya felt worse than she was injured.
Alex held Sara's chin and looked at it. "Why does it look like it was wiped out on the sand?"
Sara thought that Alex's eyes were too vicious, so she continued, "Sara, do you like to play with sand on your face?"
Sara: "..."
Freya could not hold on any longer. "No, don't say that. I feel like I'm seeing a scene. Hahahahaha!"
Sara glared at Alex and decided to break off the relationship with him for three seconds.
At noon, Donte called Sara. She had already sorted out the dividends that Caroline should have gotten over the years. After removing the miscellaneous tax, there was a total of 200 million Dollar.