Yin Hong

Sancerre's ship reached Spain before the three-week deadline.He stood on the shore with a reluctant look, and looked at Yawen shyly.

"Shouldn't you go buy some powder that girls use to dress themselves up, or simply buy a tomato and blush your face to make it more atmospheric?" Yawen looked at him with a half-smile, There was nothing in the least affected by his delicate and contrived posture.

"I really miss you." Sancer said sincerely.

"Then how about coming with me?" Yawen turned and walked towards the direction of the town, "See if you can survive Catherine."

"She's going to beat me again, right?" Sancere said plaintively, while trotting to follow, and turned his head and waved to Caspar who was still standing on the boat, signaling them to wait for now.

"Of course." Yawen replied calmly, "In the three weeks I've been away, although our Captain Andre may also do some business, he definitely won't be able to travel far. During this period of time, the Wilken Chamber of Commerce You will make up for the loss?"

"But I don't have any money." Sancerre tugged at the hem of his clothes and pouted, "But the things in my hand can be exchanged for money. For example, the blade I found in France last time was from the executioner of the army." and a length of rope I snuck up to the gallows in the middle of the night before one of the executions. Looks pretty good! And hair and stuff."

"In your situation, even the shrewdest and most experienced doctors can't save you." Yawen shook his head and refused to look at him.

"I just don't like these dangerous things." Sancer said with a sad face, "It looks so scary, and it can kill people with just a few swings."

"You take off the two knives on your waist and throw them away, and then come and complain to me about these words."

"That's not okay. Although I don't like these things, I still have to rely on them to save my life." Sanser covered his two knives, and suddenly showed an extremely ambiguous smile on his face, "... .And I actually like your dagger better."

"If you are so open-mouthed in the chamber of commerce, you will never try to taste my short knife again." Yawen sneered at him, "—or feel it on a deeper level. .In this way, you can lie on the bed for the next few days without moving, and let your subordinates have a good rest."

"Exercising too hard is not good for your health." Sancer laughed a few times, and said righteously, "We must live a healthy life and not mess around. In case I am half dead by you, I have to It's not good to eat and drink for free at your house."

"Why do you think I'll let you eat and drink for nothing?" Yawen raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course I'll throw it back on the boat after half-death, and let you fend for yourself."

"...a heartless man." Sancer covered his face and sobbed.

Alvin ignored this guy—although he enjoyed such a frank and pleasant way of getting along, he probably couldn't keep up with Sancerre's dangerous and sensual thinking nine times out of ten.

When we returned to the Wilken Chamber of Commerce, the man at the door recognized Yawen at a glance, and immediately greeted him, "Mr. Bonardi Duran, you are finally back. During your absence, Miss Catherine and Mrs. Going crazy."

"I can imagine." Yawen nodded with a smile, and gently patted his shoulder twice, "Go and do your work, I'll just go upstairs by myself."

"Ok."

Yawen looked back at Sancerre with a smile on his face, and found that he was following behind with a little nervousness and embarrassment, as if he was planning how to escape from Catherine's monstrous anger for a while.

When Yawen went upstairs and pushed open the door of Andre's office, Andre just looked up at him, with no surprise on his face, only paused when he saw Sancerre, and then retracted Gaze, "A little earlier than I expected."

"I've agreed." Sancer whispered, rubbing the fingers of his hands, "I'll definitely be back in three weeks."

"The difference is that you will definitely come back within three weeks, or you won't come back at all?" Andre asked coldly, raising his eyes. door, and lowered his head again, burying his head in those files that could never be finished.

The sound of footsteps is quite distinctive, so you don't need to look to know who is coming.

Yawen stood a little to the side, folded his hands with a smile on his face, and prepared to watch the excitement.

Sancer curled his lips aggrievedly, and was about to say something to save the atmosphere, when the door was suddenly pushed open heavily.Catherine strode in, fixed her eyes on Sancerre, and without saying a word, punched him on the jaw.

Sancer was forced to raise his head, patted his chin desperately, twitched his nose a few times, and muttered, "Every time I come, I will definitely be beaten by you."

"That's because there will be no good things every time you come!" Catherine cursed angrily, turned to look at Alvin angrily, and after confirming that there was no injury on his body, she glared at Sancerre fiercely, "Alvin Wen is not only our navigator, but also a close friend we have lived together since we were young, every time you drag him around and get hurt all over, why should I not beat you?"

"He's obviously fine this time, intact." Sancer took a step back and put one hand on his chest a few inches away, guarding against Catherine's possible second punch at any time.

"It's fine this time, what about the next time?" Catherine squinted her eyes and asked through gritted teeth, "Even if you swear poisonously, I won't believe that you won't do this kind of thing again in the future."

Sancer moved his lips, as if he couldn't find a word to refute, and didn't make a sound.

Andre ignored their quarrel and beckoned to Yawen.Yawen himself didn't intend to go up to help anyone, so he was happy to talk to Mr. Captain at this time.

"Shouldn't there be any big plans for these three weeks?" Yawen asked after pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"No." Andre rummaged through a pile of documents on the table, and handed a stack of papers to Yawen, "There will be in a few days, you can take a look."

Yawen took the stack of documents and flipped through them.Sancer was still confronting Catherine on the other side of the room, and his sad eyes kept sweeping over Yawen.

Of course Yawen noticed his eyes, but he still kept smiling and ignored him.

After Catherine finally vented her emotions, she snorted coldly and sat down beside her, her tone towards Sancerre was still not very good: "You can see Yawen anytime you want, but please don't take him away casually." No, this will only make us worry all the time, and sometimes even want to cut you into pieces!"

"...Then can I follow you in the future?" Sancerre asked hesitantly.

"Follow us?" Catherine frowned, "Do you use your ship that everyone can tell belongs to pirates?"

"I'll follow after I go out to sea." Sancer raised his hands and promised, "Never get close to the shore, and it won't affect you in any way."

Catherine seemed to be angry with him again, and didn't know what to say, so she turned her gaze to Andre and asked his opinion.

"It's up to you." Andre's answer was as straightforward as Yawen thought. He didn't seem to pay much attention to these small problems—at least for him, it was just a small problem.

Yawen smiled and continued to look through the documents in his hand, which was regarded as tacit consent.

☆、Chapter 059