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When I Woke Up, I Become a Coquettish B*tch
Chapter 44 Part 1
“Ah, what else to say thank you, you are so polite."Mao Jixiang didn't have a good impression of Tang Ranzhi. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. Although the environment is difficult now, I will definitely try my best...”
Try my best not to throw you out secretly.
After Mao Jixiang finished speaking, he ignored him. His dissatisfaction with Tang Ranzhi intensified from the beginning when he guessed that he was the mastermind behind the scenes, but he guessed wrong.
As soon as he saw him, he thought of the points he had missed in those years.
Sad.
It's so sad.
At this time, Bai Yu was squatting on the ground to check the toolbox, holding a multi-function flashlight in one hand, and looking through the life-saving manual in the other.
The big muscles were controlling the direction in front, and turned around and shouted: "Young Master Bai, where are we going next?"
"Follow the compass and drive south."
"Okay."
Bai Yu lifted up his sleeves with his fingertips and slowly crossed the line on the survival manual, followed the direction of southbound, and finally stopped on a small black dot on the map, saying: "...uninhabited island, going south in this sea area, our existing supplies are only enough to reach there.”
Bai Yu spoke seriously, but Mao Jixiang stared at this man from head to toe, sweeping across the impeccable face and figure, and finally fixed his gaze on the shirt he was wearing.
Although the scene under the shirt is better, he still stares at the shirt dreamily.
Hmm...
In fact, he had always suspected that Bai Yu's failure to become the protagonist was because of his clothing.
When the author chose the protagonist, Bai Yu must have lost the selection by a hair.
Just as he was thinking, Bai Yu, who was wearing a bright orange shirt, put down the manual, turned his head and called to him: "Come here.”
There is no issue! It's a bright shirt!
Mao Jixiang hugged his thigh for more than two years and even saw him wearing a pink shirt, and there were two cute rabbits on the bedside in the bedroom.
It simply frightened him a ton.
A man like Bai Yu, whose face has never melted all year round, and whose facial nervous system is paralyzed, actually likes cute rabbits?
Fortunately, Big Muscle later stood up and explained that Young Master Bai was not as showy as Tang Yutian. There were more than a dozen stylists alone. He usually chose what clothes Young Master Bai wore... Only then did Mao Jixiang feel relieved physically and mentally.
Of course, in addition to this reason, it is more because of Bai Yu's illness. Big Muscle obeyed the doctor's guidance, and his usual daily necessities were replaced with warm colours, so he couldn't wait to make it into a princess room for him to live in.
Mao Jixiang went to investigate this emotional deficiency in order to hug his thighs in a fancy way.
He is indifferent to most feelings, desires nothing, demands nothing, and is not interested in anything.
It is a very strange disease.
"...The visible range of the signal flare is limited, so be sure to pay attention when throwing them."Bai Yu called him over to explain to him the difficult points of the survival manual. Halfway through the conversation, he found that Mao Jixiang was very distracted. He stopped the demonstration in his hand and asked blankly, "Are you listening?"
"Yes!"
Mao Jixiang subconsciously stood up straight.
He didn't react until he finished answering. He didn't know what Bai Yu was talking about at all. He scratched his head, recalled for a while, and tentatively asked with difficulty: "What did you say, you have a big heart?"
Bai Yu raised the black tube in his hand and repeated, “Flares.”
“……”
When Qin Yi woke up, the sky was just about to light up, and the lifeboat, which was originally pitch black, was also glowing with a faint light.
The white maw of the fish on the horizon was shining in through the heavy glass with difficulty.
The magnificent sea surface has been much smoother than last night. It does not feel bumpy.
Qin Yi rubbed his eyes with one hand, and touched the place beside him with the other.
Cold.
He suddenly woke up, stood up and looked around.
Where is Tang Yutian?
In the lifeboat, only Hong Bao was still awake. Although his eyes were about to narrow into a slit, his hands were still not relaxed at all.
Xiaomei huddled in a corner and fell asleep, and the people on the opposite side also fell asleep, tightening their brain nerves for a long time. Once they settled down a little, the drowsiness swept everything. Huang Yueyue and Wang Jiaye, who were initially so noisy, were far away from each other despite the low temperature at night.
“Mr Tang?"Qin Yi's voice was so low that Hong Bao, who hadn't slept yet, couldn't hear him. He glanced back and forth in a panic, and finally raised his head and looked at the stern of the boat, directly above the entrance and exit.
He climbed up the simple ladder, bent over, supported with one hand, and pushed the entrance made of thick iron sheet with the other.
When he poked half of his head out from the lifeboat, a big palm gently pressed him down.
Tang Yutian sat on top of the lifeboat, facing the sea breeze, his shirt mouth wide open, and said coldly and arrogantly: “What are you doing out?"”
Qin Yi maintained this twisting posture and said, “I thought...”
Tang Yutian narrowed his eyes: " Are you worried about me?"
This understanding is not bad.
There was a rare time when the protagonist wasn't very well thought out. Qin Yi nodded: "En."
But he didn't know that this worry also had many meanings.
The kind of worry that parents worry about their children, the worry between friends, and...
Between lovers.
Tang Yutian stared at him for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to him: "Come up, I'll show you something."
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