Ying Shao is a Girl

Sandra saw it, but he didn't say anything, let alone let the little slave go down and let someone else do the barbecue.

For him, scalding a slave is just a trivial matter and does not require attention at all.

As long as the slave is alive, he can continue to work.

The little slave was burned. Although it hurt a little, he just frowned slightly and then quickly regained his composure.

He continued to grill the guest Ying Junchu.

Ying Junchu's cold gaze moved away from him and landed elsewhere.

This child gave her an inexplicably familiar feeling.

There seems to be some connection somewhere.

To roast a table of meat, such a huge workload falls entirely on a child. This child has no head and six arms, so it is really difficult for others.

It's simply too busy.

Sandra was not satisfied with the little slave's progress and disliked him for being too slow.

Sandra glared at the little slave and motioned for him to hurry up and not keep the guests waiting.

The little slave was startled when he received the look in his master's eyes, and the movements of his hands naturally accelerated.

Busyness leads to chaos.

The busier it becomes, the more chaotic it gets.

The little slave looked like he was about to cry.

When Sandra was about to reprimand, Ying Junchu stood up.

She walked over to the little slave and leaned down to help him.

Not only was the little slave stunned, but Sandra was as well.

Yi Mo's expression was unpredictable for a second, and then returned to normal.

The little slave's beautiful eyes stared at her blankly, and the movements in his hands stopped.

"Distinguished guest, he is just a lowly and dirty slave, he is not worthy of you..."

Sandra spoke up to stop Ying Junchu.

But he was interrupted by Imo.

"Ahem, what's that! Mr. Sandra, right? I have something very important to discuss with you!"

We can't let this bad old man wreak havoc!

The boss can do whatever he wants, and you, a bad old man, have to take care of it!

As the boss's most capable assistant, of course I have to clear all obstacles for him.

Sure enough, Sandra's attention returned to Imo.

He said respectfully: "May I ask what your benefactor's instructions are?"

"Ahem...it's not convenient here, please take a step to talk."

Although Sandra was very confused, she still gave Yi Mo face and took Yi Mo to his study to talk.

If Yimo takes Sandra away as his master, no one will stop Ying Junchu.

She put down the clean bamboo stick in her hand.

Squatting down and looking directly at the little slave in front of her.

Her eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze people.

The little slave lowered his head, not daring to look at her.

The burnt area on his hand was even redder, and the back of his fair hand was red. In addition, there were various large and small wounds on his exposed arms. The old and new were superimposed, which was a bit shocking.

There are many calluses on the palms.

Ying Jun first glanced at Sak, who had been silently drinking water. Sak immediately understood, got up and left quickly.

There were only two people left in the hall, Ying Junchu and the little slave.

Yingjun cherished words like gold at first, and the little slave was a little mute, so there was no communication between them.

Silence fell in the hall.

The little slave would occasionally look at her secretly, his eyes staying on her face for a very brief period of time, and then quickly withdrawing his gaze.

Afraid of being discovered.

Slaves cannot look at others and can only kneel or lower their heads.

Because the little slave is still very young, the concept of slavery has not yet reached a deep-rooted level.

That's why he dared to peek at Ying Junchu.

Sark returned soon.

He held a stick of ointment in his hand.

When he went out just now, he went to the car to pick up this thing. There was a spare medical kit in the car with a complete range of commonly used medicines.

Sak handed the ointment to Ying Junchu.