"You don't like him? Why?" Hank asked.
Sara hung her head like a homeless little animal. She didn't know where she came from and where she was going. Her eyes were scattered. "I... I can't like him."
I am just his plaything. He has so many excellent people around him. I... can't like him.
Because it would be beyond redemption.
Hank wanted to ask more, but Sara burped all of a sudden and fell straight onto the sofa. The effect of the alcohol on her fainted.
"..." Hank tsked and pulled her into his arms. He let her lie face to face on his chest and carried her out of her seat as if he was holding a child. He happened to see Kamden smoking in the corridor. He said lightly. "She's drunk. Move first."
Kamden looked at the person in his arms and laughed. "I have never thought that one day you will treat a person like this."
Sara seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable. She rubbed her head against his neck and felt the familiar warmth. Then, she fell asleep peacefully, like a little kitten. She was so cute.
Hank patted her back comfortingly and said, "I didn't think of it either."
Kamden was stunned and took a drag on her cigarette. At that moment, the smoke blurred his expression. "What's wrong? Are you serious?"
Hank didn't answer and left with Sara in his arms.
Sara was still quiet after she was drunk. She just wanted Hank to hold her, or she would be wronged and hum. Although she didn't cry and make a fuss, her poor appearance was also very pitiful.
When they returned to the Reminisland, Hank asked Aunt Dovlin to bathe Sara. After taking a bath for a long time, Sara cried for a long time. Aunt Dovlin said helplessly, "... Miss Martin insisted on looking for you. She kept crying."
Hank laughed and said, "You can go out. I'll dry her hair."
Aunt Dovlin said with a sound of surprise.
Hank bent down and took Sara into his arms. Sara sobbed twice and stopped crying immediately. She was so well- behaved.
Hank wiped her tears and then dried her hair with a hairdryer.
Sara's hair was very beautiful. It was thick and black and had a natural curl. When it fell behind her head, it could cover her hips. If someone else had such long hair, it would definitely be difficult to take care of it. However, Sara was different. She was born with a good hair quality, and only the shampoo would make her hair look soft and beautiful.
It was just that this hair was really not a small project when it was blown. Hank had never blew anyone's hair before, so he had no experience. He divided her hair into small strands and dried them separately. It took half an hour.
Sara had been holding his waist and lying on his lap. She didn't know whether it was because of the influence of alcohol or the hot air blast. Her face was red like the cherries on the branches that had not yet been picked and still had dew on them. Hank put down the hairdryer and kissed her on her lips. "Sara?"
Sara had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Hank took her hand and put her on the bed, intending to take a bath. As soon as he let go of her, she began to cry. She curled up into a ball, looking very pitiful.
Hank: ". "
He had to appease the little girl. After thinking for a while, he thought that it was okay that she was not alone. Aunt Dovlin had bathed her and she had cried, so she must have recognized people by smell.
Hank took out a bottle of orange jasmine from his drawer and sprayed some on her little Dinosaur. Sara frowned. She didn't seem to be satisfied with the substitute, but at least she didn't cry.
Hank was finally able to take a bath.
After taking a shower, Sara seemed to have realized that she was holding a fake. She sobbed and cried, but her voice was so low that he didn't hear it when he was in the bathroom.
Hank laughed coldly and went onto the bed to carry her into his embrace. Sara immediately wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Hank snorted and pinched her cheeks to pull her away from a dangerous leg. She was wearing a nightgown, her legs were bare and her legs were fair and tender, just like milk tofu. The old man couldn't help but pinch her twice.
Sara didn't remember what she had done after drinking. She just felt dizzy and the broken pieces were extremely serious. She only remembered that Hank let her drink a mouthful of wine.
It was already ten o'clock in the morning when she woke up, but Hank asked her to take two lessons in the morning.
She got out of bed to wash and brushed her teeth carefully with electric toothbrush. She didn't know if it was an illusion, or she felt that there was a taste of alcohol.
She was so shy that she swore never to touch the wine again.
When they went downstairs to have breakfast, Sara learned that Hank had gone to the company.
Hank was not a secret. He had long wanted to withdraw from the military, but the President prevented him from leaving, so he turned a blind eye to this matter. The Bishop family's company was handed down from the ancestors, and each generation's children would work as government officials and businessmen. But in this generation, it was unknown why the two brothers of the Bishop family had entered the military.
Hank was rarely in charge of the company's matters. After all, he had hired a bunch of senior government officials. After all, they couldn't just get their salaries for nothing. However, Hank was still the one who had to make decisions when there was an important time for him to make decisions.
Sara did not understand these things and did not pay much attention to them. After breakfast, she received a call from the meeting and told her that she had bought 32 percent of the shares and agreed to sign the contract today.
Sara knew that the fish had already been hooked and stuffed a piece of fruit candy into her mouth.
Donte walked into the cafe with the printed contract. When he saw the familiar face in the seat, he immediately changed his face and said, "... Miss William, how could it be you?!"
William was wearing a fresh-toned plaid dress today. She looked very young, and her delicate face was covered with light makeup, which made her look very beautiful. She smiled and said, "Mr. Lambert, please sit down."
Donte sat down with a frown and said, "Miss Martin, I didn't know in advance that the buyer was you. If it were you, the deal would be invalid. My employer once clearly said that he would not sell the shares to the Martin family."
William sneered in her heart. "Sure enough, it's like this."
On the surface, however, she said very gently, "Mr. Lambert, I have a misunderstanding with my sister. We used to have a very good relationship... I and my father are very shocked to see her selling shares this time. If so many shares fall into the hands of the people with evil intentions, wouldn't it cause endless harm and shake the foundation of Martin Pharma? But if the shares are in my hands, it will be different. After all, Martin Pharma is my own company."