Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu took the ointment from his hand.

She opened the lid of the medicine, squeezed out the milky white ointment and applied a little on the back of the little slave's hand.

The little slave retracted his hand as if reflexively.

"Don't be afraid." Ying Junchu said softly.

There was a language barrier and the little slave couldn't understand what she was saying.

But he seemed to understand the meaning of Ying Jun's first words.

Then he obediently remained still while Ying Junchu applied ointment to the back of his burned hand.

A cool feeling came from the back of my hand.

The burning sensation from the burn just now gradually dissipated and became much lighter.

Not so uncomfortable anymore.

Of course the little slave can feel it.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly at Ying Jun, showing his white teeth.

He immediately kowtowed to her again, expressing his sincere gratitude to Ying Junchu.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly, not liking the little slave's practice of kowtow.

The Sahara is extremely short of water. Ordinary families and even wealthy families do not have enough water to use, let alone use it to bathe.

Naturally, the little slave has no chance to take a bath. Maybe he has not taken a bath since he was born.

But he was very clean, his skin was fair, without a trace of dirt or any peculiar smell. Instead, he exuded a light fragrance, like the smell of some kind of flower.

All in all, it feels very comfortable.

At this time, Imo and Sandra came downstairs, and Imo did two things.

The first was to inquire about the local business conditions from Sandra, and the second was to ask Sandra to buy a small slave.

Both of these things, Sandra readily agreed to.

He gave Imo a copy of the business conditions, consumption habits, consumption psychology and some businessmen's unique methods that he had summarized over the years.

I have to admit that Sandra is indeed an outstanding businessman, and she is extremely diligent in this matter, which is why she has such achievements and abundant wealth.

During the war, Sandra risked her life to go out on business, which is the best proof.

As for the second request, Sandra agreed to Yimo without hesitation, but he did not charge Yimo a penny.

After all, he is just a good-looking slave, his life is not worth much money.

If the benefactor likes it, he can give the slave to Yimo.

In Sandra's mind, Yimo saved his life. Otherwise, he would have died long ago. How would he be alive today? Where can we achieve such achievements today?

What's more important than life? So he was really grateful to Imoo.

But Sandra may never know that it was just an accident that Imo saved him.

Sandra blocked Immo's sight, making it difficult to shoot, causing an obstruction to Immo's sight.

Yi Mo kicked Sandra away, and at this moment a bullet flew over and hit the position where Sandra was standing just now.

Sandra was so frightened that when he reacted, he realized that Imona's kick had saved him.

So Sandra regarded Yimo as her reborn benefactor.

People are sitting at home, and hats come from heaven.

Yi Mo really didn't want to be a good person, everything happened by accident.

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The meal was finally over.

The heartless Yimo ate a lot, and his stomach was bulging.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.

But both Sak and Ying Junchu only drank some water and left the rest untouched.

Because of diaphragm response.

Yimo and his party were ready to leave.

Ying Junchu didn't plan to take the little slave away now, because it would be inconvenient.

Wait until she leaves the Sahara before taking the little slave away.

"Benefactor, walk slowly! Come and play often when you have time!" Sandra waved the white handkerchief in her hand, looking funny

At the time of farewell, Sandra's seven wives were allowed to come out and show their faces.

To show courtesy and respect to guests.