Sara asked worriedly, "Will they be alright?"
Hank said lightly, "That's their business. What are you worried about? Did you get scared just now?"
Sara nodded and whispered, "Mr. Shields's appearance just now was quite scary."
"He's insane. Stay away from him."
Hank pinched her cheek. "Do you want to drink?"
There was a dark blue tablecloth covered with lace patterns on the surface of the glass table. Half a bottle of alcohol had already been sobered up in the decanter. It was giving off a faint sweet scent and one could tell from its scent that it was a good and expensive wine.
Sara hurriedly said, "If I don't drink, my mom's and grandpa's drinking capacity won't be good either. My capacity for liquor won't be good either."
Hank poured half a glass of wine and coaxed her in a low voice, "It's okay. I'll try to see if I'm good at drinking. If you're drunk, I'll take you back."
Sara looked at the glass of wine with interest. The sweet grape scent was floating in the air and smelled sweet.
She struggled for a while. "Then, then just take a sip."
"Mm." Hank placed the goblet in her hand. "Take a sip. Don't drink too quickly, it's easy for you to get drunk."
Sara obediently took a sip and wrinkled her small nose. "...hohoho."
Hank asked her, "What's the taste?"
Sara smacked her lips. "In the beginning, it's a little tasteless, then a taste of chocolate, and finally a grape... It tastes strange."
"Your tongue is quite sharp." Hank took a sip himself. "This wine isn't particularly good. If you want to drink it, I have a wine house under my name. I've also kept a few bottles of good wine. Choose it yourself."
Sara had heard from Yen that a rich and powerful family like the Bishop family, which could be called a "kept" wine, could be sold for eight Dollar each time. Ordinary people could not even see them.
She didn't know how to drink, so there was no need to spoil the eight-digit good wine. She quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, that's fine. I think it's good enough."
She took another sip and felt the sweetness of the grape, but she still didn't like it. She intended to put down the cup. Hank suddenly grabbed her chin and said, "Sara, do you know how to make the wine taste good?"
Sara was a little confused. "Huh?"
Hank let out a low chuckle and took a sip of wine. Caught off guard, he kissed Sara lips.
Sara had no choice but to endure the smell of wine. She raised her slender neck and her cheeks were flushed red like the most delicate cherry blossom in the spring.
Hank's eyes darkened slightly. He grabbed the back of Sara's neck and said with a smile, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
Sara: "..."
Sara was dizzy and at a loss. "... I, I don't know..."
She really understood what it meant to "the alcohol does not get intoxicating" everyone was drunk."
Hank didn't let go of her. He kept a distance between her and her, which could be heard in such a short time. "You don't know? Let's do it again."
Sara got a fright and hurriedly said, "No, there's no need! It's delicious!"
Hank laughed in a low, hoarse voice and said, "You see, I'm not lying to you. This is really good."
Sara: "..."
This old man was really too coquettish.
After the movie had been put on, the Princess wore the most common clothes and looked at the new royal family on the street. Her previous hostage had been bestowed the title of King of search. He was in fine clothes and had a jade belt. He looked as gentle as jade and was peerlessly handsome. He had a slight smile and talked to a charming woman.
That was the fiancee of Prince, the daughter of the Defender-general of the State. If Prince married her, he would be of great help.
The two of them stood at the entrance of the tailor shop, looking like a perfect couple. They were a perfect match.
The princess did not dare to stand under the sunlight and could only hide in the shadows. Her eyes were filled with the strongest hatred and the greatest love. They were boiling hot and covered with frost, just like her tangled heart.
What was the princess thinking at that time?
He used to talk and laugh with me like this, and he also took good care of me. We also made an appointment to go to the northern frontier to see the flying snow and the magnificent sunset glow in the Witch Canyon. We also promised to live a lifetime. We also wrote down the names on the flower note and also made an appointment to go to the white of our heads.
But now, everything has changed. Jimmy swished and cried, "Princess is too poor"
Hank: "..." He didn't think that watching a movie could make a child cry.
He helplessly hugged Sara, but Sara did not listen to him at all. She kept crying. "She's too pitiful"
Hank then realized that something was wrong. He shouted in a low voice, "Sara? Sara?"
Sara looked back at him. His eyes were moist and red, which made people think of the deer in the depths of the forest, clean and flawless.
Hank held half of her cheek and asked, "Are you drunk?"
Sara looked at him in confusion and suddenly said, "Little brother, you're really good-looking!"
Hank: "..." Alright, I'm drunk.
Otherwise, how could he dare to flirt with him?
It seemed that it was true that she was not good at drinking, but she was drunk after only two drinks.
Sara had been completely attracted by Hank. She smiled and threw herself at him. Hank reached out to catch her. The little fellow put her arms around his neck and said with a smile, "You look like an uncle of mine."
Hank raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"That's right!" Sara wrapped her arms around Hank's neck. She cocked her head and thought for a moment before saying solemnly, "But Uncle is very fierce." It was very fierce...
Hank snorted. "Then who is not fierce to you?"
Sara counted a bunch of people, almost all of whom were her classmates. In the end, she really couldn't think of them. She said, "Uncle is very fierce, but he is very kind to me."
After a pause, she lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice, "He is the one who treats me the best."
Hank only felt that his heart had been stepped on by some little cat's soft paw. He felt soft in an instant. "It's better than your mother's treatment?"
Sara lay on his shoulder, thought for a while, and said, "In fact, I don't remember about my mother. She also treats me very well."