Simon smiled and said, "I heard that Eva has been begging for forgiveness recently?"
Speaking of this, Victor solemnly rubbed his hair and said, "How should i put it...Eva has always been a weak girl in my heart, as if the wind would blow her down. Scarlet has always been strong and domineering. I naturally think that she bullied Scarlet..."
Simon said, "So you still decided to forgive Eva?"
Victor said, "I gave Scarlet a slap for her last time. If I forgive her now, Scarlet will definitely beat my parents so hard that they don't know her. That's not the main thing. What's more important is that if I forgive Eva, she will definitely have no relationship with me."
He lowered her head and played with the ice water jar in her hand. "Then who exactly do you like?"
"Then I must like Scarlet." Victor immediately said, "This has nothing to do with her family background. I have always liked her. Later, I thought she bullied Eva and was dissatisfied with her. But it is true that I like her."
"Then you shouldn't be such a loser. If I were you, I would never pay attention to Eva again," He said.
"Hey, brother, that's not right. You weren't that cruel in the past," Victor said. "Eva is also my younger sister. She was bullied because of her family background. If I hadn't ignored her, she would have been such a pitiful little girl."
"..." He stood up and looked down at Victor, who was lying on the grass. Her voice was a little cold, "If you think of this, I promise that I will never change my mind again after listening to the details."
"No, what do you mean?" Victor quickly stood up with a can of cola in his hand. "Tell me clearly!"
"Literally," He said, "I'm going to the study room. Are you going with me?"
"Forget it." Victor said resentfully, "You've been acting strangely lately."
Simon didn't pay any attention to him.
After watching the video on her mobile phone, Sara slowly took a sip of milk, and the milk stains stained her bright red lips, which made her look particularly young.
Hank signed on the document and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Sara sat on a small sofa that Hank, who was in the study, specially brought here by Bella, and said honestly, "The video of the Martin Pharma meeting."
This matter had been mentioned by Hank for no reason at all. He looked up at Sara and said, "Yen must be trying to establish connections everywhere right now. Do you want to..."
Sara held the milk cup and said in a low voice, "I'll do it myself. You don't have to worry about it."
Hank threw the five-digit pen on the table and lay on the back of the chair, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The man's posture looked extremely high and mighty, making people think of the emperor who ruled the world in ancient times, indifferent, distinguished, and arrogant.
Sara shrank his neck and slowly said, "I, I didn't ask you not to meddle in other people's business..."
Hank said casually, "Sara has grown up, and you don't need to be taken care of by uncle anymore."
Sara's cheeks suddenly turned red. She coughed and said in a low voice, "No, it's not like that..."
"It doesn't matter if it's like this." Hank looked at her fair little face.
Sara was really good-looking. Even though Hank had seen many beautiful women who were praised by others, he still felt that the face in front of him was very beautiful.
When he was younger, there would always be people who thought of themselves as smart and flattered him, sending him various kinds of women in bed. The movie queen, pianist, violinists in the national theater, and even daughters of high officials would all try their best to pick the best.
However, what he didn't know was that Hank didn't have any greed for the beautiful leather bag. He even had some hatred towards it.
His mother had been locked up in the Bishop family for so many years because of her excessively beautiful face. No matter how many flowers she fought for beauty, they were not as beautiful as her smile. Her beautiful appearance represented temptation, temptation, and extreme evil.
This also caused Hank to be extraordinarily distant and indifferent towards women who were too beautiful for so many years. He couldn't really admire them either. However, Sara seemed to be the type of woman he had always hoped for from head to toe. She was both obedient and soft.
He chuckled and said, "...Uncle thinks it's very sad."
Sara was speechless. He had been doing this for a long time just to act like a hooligan.
Hank said slowly, "Kid, I want to drink milk too."
Sara: "..." Then let Aunt Dovlin pour you a glass of wine!
She slowly walked to Hank's desk with her glass of milk, took a sip of milk and put it in her mouth. Holding back her blush and shame, she lowered her eyes and pressed her lips on Hank's lips.
Hank stood still and allowed her to do anything.
Sara was even more embarrassed, so she carefully passed half a sip of milk with an awkward feeling.
Why was it half a mouthful? And why was there half a mouthful? Because she was too nervous, she swallowed it.
After feeding her a mouthful of milk, Sara wanted to escape-this was simply too shameful!
Hank's eyes, however, darkened. He grabbed hold of her neck and wrapped his other hand around her waist. With a slight force, he carried her to his desk. The extremely expensive and valuable documents were swept away like trash by him. The pen fell to the ground, and a soft carpet was laid on the floor. The pen, which cost a lot, should be able to cover the floor.
Sara's head was dizzy. She could only feel the man's arm holding her. She was like a dying swan. Her chin was caught by a hunter and she was forced to look up. But it was too hard to breathe like this. She could only gasp.
Hank pressed his fingers on the corner of her mouth and said in a low and hoarse voice, "...You little devil."
Sara was speechless. "If you want to beat me, you can always find a way to beat me," he thought.
After having fun with the old man in the study for a while, Sara's brain went blank.
Hank looked at her dull and silly expression. He rubbed her swollen lips and said with a hoarse voice, "Go back to sleep. I'll be a little later today. Don't wait for me."
"Oh." Sara nodded. She walked to the door in a daze and suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at Hank and said, "Uncle... Tomorrow is Saturday."
Hank had tidied up the messy files and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want me to take you out to play?"
Sara shook her head and said, "No... I want you to accompany me to see mom in the cemetery."
When Caroline passed away, the Lowell family had no money, so it was not particularly good to buy a cemetery. It was very remote.
Hank didn't expect it to happen because of this, so he said, "Okay, go to sleep. I'll take you there tomorrow."
Sara nodded and went back to her room in her slippers for the little white rabbit.