Zara squinted her light brown eyes and said with a smile, "You said you despised him, but you still bought it for him, didn't you? I found that after a few years, how did you become so gentle?"
Hank sneered. "Are you dreaming?"
Zara covered her eyes with her fingers and said, "That's right. How could Hank be gentle? Well, it's too late today. Thank you. Go back and accompany your little baby, or the milky tea will be cold and not drink good."
"Mn." Hank said indifferently, "Be careful when you go back."
"I've asked the driver to pick me up," Zara said.
As she watched Hank's car drive away, the smile on her face slowly faded away. She took a sip of orange juice with a poker face and then coughed twice.
When Hank returned to the Reminisland, he did not see Sara. Aunt Dovlin carefully observed his expression and said, "Master Hank, you're back..."
Hank put the paper bag on the tea table and asked, "Where's Sara?"
Aunt Dovlin said, "I went out to play with Young Mr. Martin."
"Lionel?" Hank frowned. Although he was a little unhappy, he understood that the girl liked to play with her peers. Luckily, Lionel wasn't someone he could possibly be scheming against, so he didn't care. He assumed that Sara had called him because he wanted to talk about this matter, so he said, "I'll go to the study first. I'll wait for her to come back and warm up the milk tea for her."
Aunt Dovlin said with a sound of surprise.
"I thought you wouldn't come to the bar." With a pair of big sunglasses hanging on her white and tender cheeks, Sara drove his own luxury car and laughed wantonly. "How did you convince your parents?"
"... parents?"
"Well, it's Master Hank. He's in charge of other people's affairs. Isn't he your father?" Lionel later realized that Sara's mood was not quite right, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Sara rubbed her eyes. "... I'm fine. Maybe I've been at home for too long."
Sara didn't think too much and said, "Master Hank just cares about you too much. I won't give you any freedom at all. Today, I'll show you the colorful and colorful world and let you know the prosperity of City."
Sara was still a little shy. Her eyes were still slightly swollen, but the night was very dark and it was hard to see clearly. She closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing on her face.
The bar that He brought Sara was very big, and its light was very bright. It was a big" disability" of the team. Each letter was decorated with different colored lights, which almost attracted almost all people's attention.
Lionel raised his hand and put it on Sara's shoulder. "You're quite outstanding, aren't you? But it's really eye- catching. This store is run by one of my brothers. I have a few friends here. If you don't want to deal with them, just ignore them and play with me alone."
Sara nodded.
On the stage of the bar, there was a group of hot-built and cool-dressed girls dancing in a hot steel pipe dance, with their waists, waists, legs, and legs, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
The air was filled with the mixed smell of alcohol, cigarettes and perfume. There were a lot of people on the dance floor. They were screaming and shaking their heads to vent the anger in their hearts During the day.
Sitting in the car was a man and woman in two and threes, the lighting was ambiguous and full of changes.
Sara was very familiar with the way and found a relatively large booth in the corner. There were already five or six men and women there. They were blowing a bottle of beer, and when they saw Sara coming, they asked him to sit down.
Zara asked Sara to sit next to him, and everyone's eyes fell on Sara. Someone couldn't help but whistle, "Mr. Martin, where did this little girl get this? She is fucking beautiful."
Sara said casually, "Pretty mother, this is my sister. You should be careful."
The group of people looked at each other in dismay. A girl smiled and said, "So it's Mr. Martin's sister... But didn't you say you're the only child, Mr. Martin?"
Lionel leaned back on the sofa. Young as he was, he had the air of a bandit. He said slowly, "You acknowledge me as your sister."
The girl glanced at Sara, smiled, and raised the glass in front of her. "Since you are Mr. Martin's sister, you are also my sister. Sister, have a drink?"
Sara looked at the heavy makeup on the girl's face. It was likely that she would be twenty years old after removing her makeup. Sara's hand trembled a little when she heard this.
Moreover, this girl was clearly interested in Lionel, causing Sara to be extremely shocked. Sara was only seventeen years old! He was still a child!
When the girl saw that Sara was not moving, she was a little unhappy. "Sister, don't you give me this face?"
Sara frowned. Just as he was about to say that Sara did not drink wine, She opened a can of beer and clinked it against the girl's cup. "Drink."
The Young Lady smiled and drank up the wine in the cup.
Sara also held a beer can and took a sip. This was her first time drinking beer. It felt strange, but she didn't feel drunk.
"It turns out that you can drink." Lionel smiled. "I was going to give you a glass of sweet milk."
A group of people burst into laughter.
Sara licked her lips and took another sip. She lowered her eyelashes and said, "Don't worry about me. It's just a game for you guys."
Sara saw that she did not have the interest to participate in the game and did not care about her. He played poker with a few people. At that time, the laughter of the girl and the curses of the guys were all heard.
It was estimated that the steel pipe dance had been finished. On the stage was a middle- ayed man with dirty braids. He should be forty years old. He had a beard and looked a little decadent and handsome. Sitting on a high stool, he was holding the guitar to play the guitar while singing an old song.
His voice was hoarse, carrying with it a puff of smoke. It was very moving.
Sara finished the beer with the song and noisiness, but she still didn't feel anything. So she opened another bottle and thought slowly, what were Hank and Zara doing at this time?
He went to buy Zara some orange juice. After that, where were the two of them going? Watching movies? Shopping? Or... get a room?
Sara pursed her lips tightly, and the mood that she just calmed down followed her thoughts. Like a broken sack of linen, she felt sad and uncomfortable and slipped out of that hole bit by bit. She was so uncomfortable that she almost went crazy.
Sara's face was cold, and she suddenly realized that she had shed tears. But she didn't want anyone to see her tears, so she wiped her tears and took another sip of wine as if nothing had happened.
Sara was about to lose and was punished with a jar. When he touched the wine, he found that Sara was about to finish the second jar. He was shocked and rushed to grab the little lady's beer. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't drink! If you are drunk later, Master Hank will tear me apart! Good girl, you are my sister. We won't drink anymore!"
Sara held a beer can and refused to give it to him. "No! I want to drink! I don't want to go back today... Anyway, he doesn't want me anymore..."