At night, there was no wave on the sea surface. Sith rowed to a island as usual. The sea was still quiet tonight. Nothing happened, nor did he encounter a sea king. He silently called it in his heart, safe.

"Major Sith, you are back." Nath stood on the shore and bowed to Sith with a stern look. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Oh, Nath, I'm troubled you again today." The Sith nodded and got ashore with his support. "Nat, have you no one taken over to take you to the night shift? I remember seeing you in the early morning, staying up late is not good for health."

Nat still had a silence, like a rigid robot. Of course, it is possible that he is a facial paralysis.

"Thank you for your concern. I actually only had one night shift last night. Because you were assigned to me for care, I couldn't rest assured that I went to the beach to wait for you. After all, I had to do my own things myself."

Sith looked at Nath with some jealousy, less talk, more work, and strong sense of responsibility. The key was that he was not a woman. He was simply a perfect adjutant. Compared to the adjutant Clara, who was equipped with him by Judicial Island, he had no idea how high his image was.

What is Clara's image? She looks like a treacherous minister at first glance, and looks more like a treacherous minister at first glance. If she couldn't help but take a third glance, she would be almost certain. If this guy doesn't become a treacherous minister, he would be sorry for his pretty face.

As for Nath, although he was cold all day long, he didn't look like a good person, but he was better than Clara's clothes and black suits. He looked like a gangster, big gold chain, big gold teeth, and street gangsters collected protection fees?

In short, the Sith is even more interested in digging. As long as the hoe is swung well, there is nothing that cannot be dug.

"What am I going to do first today? Do I still have to go to the hospital to change my clothes?" Sith walked in front and asked Nath as usual. He had cleaned it up on the Four Islands today. Although he was covered in bandages, he was generally clean.

Nat looked him up and down and shook his head, "No, you're dressing well today."

"Hey, Sith, here." A familiar voice suddenly came from Sith's ear, it was Clara, who was lying on the railing of the corridor beside him, greeting Sith.

Sith looked up at him, nodded, and replied with an apology to Nath, pointing to Clara, "I'll just ask that guy to take me there in class. You'd better go back and rest early."

"Okay, then I won't bother you."

Nat bowed slightly, glanced at Clara, and smiled.

Smile?

Sith was a little shocked. He could still laugh at a man when his facial paralysis was paralyzed. The key was that he was still smiling at a man.

Hiss ~

Sith took a deep breath, and thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"Nat won't like Clara, do you? You dare not think, you dare not think, you gay is actually by my side."

"Hey, Sith, you're stunned. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Clara walked down from the corridor, searched for a long time, found a piece of good meat in Sith's chest, and punched him gently.

The Sith shivered, and the bandage had goose bumps all over his body, and waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about you and Nath, do you know each other?"

"Nat?" Clara grabbed her brows, turned her head to look for her back, and showed a sudden realization. "Tell me, he has done things under my father's hands before, and I heard that he had made some mistakes and was sent to an island by the superiors, otherwise his level would be more than that."

The Sith shook, and it was a real deal!

mistake?

Does trying to climb onto the young master's bed count?

No wonder a master who even he could not sense was actually hidden in an island as a soldier. This melon is so delicious. It is impossible to dig this corner of the wall. Even for the sake of eating the melon, he would dig down the wall.

"Oh, by the way, look at my head, I almost forgot the matter. Come with me quickly and I will introduce my fiancée to you."

Clara slapped her head and pulled the Sith and walked in. She didn't ask about Sith's injuries. As a man, he didn't know what he was doing, so he didn't need to ask so much.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Clara took Sith to a balcony. The light and viewing angle were very good. You could see the entire yard, with bluestone underneath, and a tall and well-proportioned woman in the yard was exercising in the yard.

Two punches made afterimages in the air, with a few sounds. That was not a fancy fist, and one punch could kill someone.

"Hi, Melinda!" Clara slapped on the railing and waved her hand, shouting below.

The woman stopped fists, turned her head, and looked at Clara with gentleness. Some people communicated with each other and only one look was enough.

"This is my roommate and my future boss, Major Sith, who is a genius called the master of the general."

"Hello." Melinda greeted Sith with a generous look on her face.

Her facial features are very coordinated, her wheat-colored skin is very healthy, her eyelashes are long and beautiful, and her only disadvantage is that she has a big scar on her face, which is slightly flawed, and her whole body is filled with a kind of self-confidence that ordinary people rarely have. The scar may damage her beauty, but her high self-confidence makes people unable to help but feel awe. This is a rare beauty with different customs.

Clara's arm hit the Sith's chest, "How is it, are you beautiful?"

Sith nodded with a sincere look, "Very pretty, a rare beauty."

"Are you envious?"

"Envy." The Sith's voice increased a little, giving Clara enough face.

Clara's mouth was raised by the corner of her mouth, and she pressed her hand on the Sith's face.

"Just be envious. You are not allowed to attack her. Melinda is my most beloved fiancée."

Melinda listened to the two of them, and she was originally open and she lowered her head surprisingly, her ears were red.

Sith watched the scene, feeling mixed feelings, and even began to doubt that he had looked at people.

Clara and Melinda are not considered golden boys and jade girls, but they can only be considered defective products of golden boys and jade girls. Putting them alone may bring prejudice, but when they stand together, they can coordinate their views. They are born with a pair of people. He suddenly admires the father of Ke, who he has never met before. He is definitely a person with a vicious vision.

"Hey, Sith, why are you in a daze again? You don't really want to compete with Melinda with me, right?"

Clara looked at Sith with a clear warning.

Sith grinned, holding his arm that could move freely on his head,

"Our FFF group doesn't burn true love, I just admire your father a little."

"Hehe." Clara hugged Sith on her shoulder, "Then you have to have a good experience. My dad is so high, but Melinda is different. She was not pointed at by my dad, but I snatched it back by myself. Don't think about it."
Chapter completed!