After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

It seems pretty obvious who it is.

The clever little Jiujiu in Sera's heart was completely ignored by the young man next to him. He tilted his head. The girl next to him lowered her head, her light brown hair flowing hazily on her back. Just now, where his palm touched hard, a few strands of hair Messy.

He reached out his hand, inserted his knuckles into the messy hair to help straighten it out, and lifted up her hair that was about to fall into the cake plate and hung it behind her ears.

Sierra swallowed the cake and turned to look at him, with the cream still hanging on her lips. She probably realized that her mouth was a little dirty, and rolled the pink snake tip back to roll back the remaining cream at the corner of her lips.

Rose Hill's eyes darkened, "What business?"

"The most profitable." Apu said with a smile on his face: "A drug that can make people temporarily excited, forgetting pain and sorrow, leaving only eternal happiness."

"You only need to invest a certain amount of money to make the medicine, and leave the rest to me, and you will have a steady stream of money coming in."

"Who are you selling it to?" Rose Hill's originally impatient tone calmed down after touching the girl's hair a few times.

The question made Upton pause, "Anyone can do it, as long as they can afford it."

Sierra's eyesight was really opened today. At first, she thought it was some conscientious police detective who came to warn Rose Hill to stop messing around. Co-author is not a good person and came to talk about this crap.

She couldn't help but look at the people around her with worried eyes, and the cake in her mouth was tasteless. She felt that he would definitely not miss this non-losing business, but secretly she didn't want him to do this.

Sera's mood was like a mirror in Rose Hill. He leaned closer to her and asked calmly: "What do you think of this proposal?"

Looking into his dark eyes, looking at the calculation that was so thick that she could not dispel them, she pondered for a moment and tentatively answered: "Not good."

"Why?" he asked her, his deep voice a little more encouraging and soft.

"It's very hurtful." Sierra pursed her lips and whispered: "The large-scale sale of this kind of thing will undoubtedly bring down the country's people. Once you are found to be selling this thing, it will also be very troublesome."

She looked at Apu and said, "In order to avoid withdrawal reactions, drug users must take drugs regularly and continuously increase the dosage, so that drug users cannot live without drugs all day long. You create these things and sell them with an irresistible gimmick. , will destroy countless families and harm countless innocent people who unintentionally tried but got stuck in the quagmire."

"So it's not good." Sierra shook her head, then looked at Rose Hill and said seriously: "I accept any of your business, and I understand that everything has a cause and a result, but this is the only one that doesn't work. Can you not touch it? .”

Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and her bright little face was now covered with a dark cloud. Even the lights above her head could not dispel her bad mood.

Rose Hill lowered her eyes, listening to her somewhat rapid breathing that was amplified by her ears. Her heart was beating very fast, and the flow of sweet blood in her arteries also accelerated.

She was as emotional as when he had just kissed her.

He looked at her, affected by the weak and worried emotion, "Are you full?"

Why can the jump between topics be so big? Sierra was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched her bulging belly, "It's already stuffed into the throat."

Rose Hill curled her lips, moved her chair and stood up, "Let's go."

His hanging arms were right in front of her eyes, as if waiting for her to hug him.

Sierra grinned, threw the napkin on her lap on the table, hugged his arm, "Send me home."

The indifferent interaction between the two made Apu angry, "Mr. Rosehill, can a woman's words shake your decision-making power? Do you know what you have lost! You will regret it."

These words were very provocative, and Sera was not too worried. He did control part of Rose Hill's emotions, and he must have realized it and not resisted.

The young man straightened his untidy collar with one hand, and with a cold voice, he revealed a fact smoothly and ruthlessly, "Horace lost all his money in the war?"

"Rose Hill! You actually called the king by his first name!" Apu slapped the table.

A pair of sharp eyes turned back, like the eyes of a beast when hunting, with murderous intent.

"You offended me, Apu."

Apu suddenly lost the ability to speak, because the terrifying look in his eyes caused the blood to freeze from the soles of his feet to his head.

After a few seconds, a silent bodyguard behind him poked him secretly, bringing him back to his senses.

Apu lowered his waist little by little, "I apologize for my rudeness, Duke of Rosehill."

After coming out of the restaurant, Sera shrank her neck in the cold wind blowing from the river, and Aldin stood upright by the car door and bent down to open the door.

"Mr. Apu's face was full of dissatisfaction."

She turned her head and asked, "But King Horace has been waging colonial wars outside. Why does he have no money? He has won a lot of land and slaves."

"What does he rely on to maintain the war?" Rose Hill asked calmly.

"Money." Sierra felt that she had asked a super stupid question, and she continued: "Although colonial expansion will bring huge economic benefits in the future, the long-term war has also made the internal friction of the current situation very serious. No wonder he wants to take money out of your pocket."

Rose Hill chuckled lightly, his eyes mocking, "This war can no longer be stopped if he wants to."

A nation's hatred and oppressive slavery system will usher in revolution sooner or later.

Sera blinked knowingly, "You seem to look down on that king."

"From the perspective of a former king, I really look down on his stupidity." There seems to be a reason for all his arrogance and arrogance.

Sera got into the car and her words were attracted by the words "former king".

Does she have some personal history of Rose Hill that she hasn’t dug up yet?

It was already very late when the car returned to the manor, almost ten o'clock.

The servant stood waiting at the door with a lantern.

When Sierra arrived, she remembered to say: "Mr. Hank took me to a desolate piece of land this afternoon. It's your asset. I can't afford it now, so I'll give it to you on credit first."

A piece of land forgotten by memory in a corner, Rose Hill didn't care. His eyes penetrated the darkness and fixed on the girl's still swollen lips.

"You are so squeamish, fragile and prone to getting sick." His words were incomprehensible and a little dissatisfied.

Sera knew what he was talking about, probably no kiss had ever satisfied him.

It's the lack of fun that's most attractive.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, "This is a girl, Mr. Rosehill."

There was always a smug look of success and cunning in Sera's eyes. She thought he couldn't see in the dark, she thought she was disguised well in front of him.

But he could see all those inner voices and subtle emotions.