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When I Woke Up, I Become a Coquettish B*tch
Chapter 45 Part 2
Mao Jixiang and the others went to the island in a different direction than Qin Yi and the others. It was on the other side of the island.
The reason is very simple. The big muscles turned the compass upside down. When Mao Jixiang found out, the lifeboat had already sailed a long way.
“Is your brain okay," Mao Jixiang patted his big muscles on the forehead, pointed to the compass and said, "You can read such a long pointer wrong. I ask you, can you usually distinguish between the hour hand and the minute hand?"
The big muscles rubbed their eyes: "No, I drove it according to this N, isn't this the south side?"”
Mao Jixiang stared at that 'N' for a long time, almost speechless: "What do you think it is? Is it Nan?"
He thought his academic performance was bad enough, but he didn't expect that there was another one worse than him.
"South."
"What about S, big brother? How do you define this S."
“Go up to the south and down to the north. This is the north.”
"..."
Oh, huh?
Mao Jixiang nodded: "Very good, I'm convinced."
The situation was urgent. He didn't have time to give him another English class. So he handed the compass back to the big muscle: “Let's change the course temporarily, so you can drive to the north, to the north, and read to me, to the north.”
The big muscle took the compass again and repeated obediently: "...North.”
Due to the above plot, when their batteries were out of power, they were surrounded by the sea.
Mao Jixiang reluctantly opened the exit and poked out a head, then succumbed.
Those who don't go to the village before stepping on the horse and don't go to the shop after, they are dead.
During this period, Tang Ranzhi kept bowing his head quietly beside him, not knowing what he was thinking about.
The big muscles timidly apologized to Bai Yu: "Young Master Bai, I'm sorry, I, it's all my fault..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yu stood up expressionlessly.
“Brother, although he is a little stupid, he is still not guilty to death-“ Mao Jixiang quickly went down the stairs and wanted to rush over, but saw Bai Yu stretched out his hand, rubbing his big muscular head blankly, and comforted him: "It's okay."
...
It's very heartwarming, isn't it!
Shit, don't be too scary.
Bai Yu's hand just touched it lightly and then retracted. The big muscles subconsciously reached out to touch the top of his head, so happy that he was dizzy.
His family's emotional deficiency disorder, Young Master Bai who has never been better for more than 20 years, can actually comfort others. He can comfort others!
If it wasn't for the small space in the lifeboat and a big wheelchair blocking the way, he would definitely jump up and circle around.
"Did you see that Young Master Bai touched my head?" The big muscle ran up to Mao Jixiang, holding his head, "Did you see it? This is not my illusion, is it?"
Mao Jixiang frowned: “I saw it, but it shouldn't be your illusion. It might be that I was dreaming.”
They were discussing illusions and dreams, and Bai Yu stood by the rudder and looked out.
At present, the wind direction is just pushing them south... In this situation, they can only take one step at a time.
Although Mao Jixiang didn't know the direction of the wind, he was still very optimistic. He took out a pack of compressed biscuits and patted the empty seat beside him: "Brother, it's time for lunch."
Bai Yu hummed softly, walked to him and sat down.
“Do you want to eat strawberry flavour or," Mao Jixiang paused, clutching the packaging bag and looking at it for a long time, "What the hell is this, non-vegetable?"”
Bai Yu covered his hand and turned the packaging bag in a circle, revealing the unprinted horizontal bar on the side.
The man's fingers are slender and well-defined. Mao Jixiang's heart trembled when he held it as if his whole body was electrocuted.
The kiss last night couldn't help but reappear in his mind.
It was such an indifferent face, but there was such a hot temperature on his lips.
Seductive, domineering, possessive. Sometimes he gently sucked his lower lip, and sometimes he nibbled sharply.
If he bites hard, he will stick his tongue out and lick him like a gentle beast.
Mao Jixiang was so dazed by the kiss and he wished he was seething with anger. By the time he realized it, those hot palms had already penetrated into his clothes and moved up his waist...And he let go of his lips, went to the earlobe, kissed gently, and then buried his head between his neck.
All he could hear was his heavy breathing, and...
Stop!
He can't think about it anymore!
It's time to change the stone!
Ever since he had s*x with the White Thighs(?), he couldn't help reminiscing about the kiss every time he touched him.
After reminiscing...
"Ah, it turned out to be leeks." Mao Jixiang withdrew his hand stiffly, turned his head and asked, "Big muscle, do you want to try it?"
Defoe once said that whenever possible, everyone will become a tyrant. This is the nature given to man by nature.
In the afternoon, everyone gathered around the fire, Qin Yi felt cold all over.
Ouyang Chen was closest to the fire, stretched out his hands to keep warm, and rubbed them from time to time.
Wang Jiaye was still very calm, sitting and chatting with Xiaomei, showing disdain: "Are you working as a nanny in the Tang family?"
Xiaomei nodded: "En, I am very grateful to Mr Tang for taking me in."
"You are only in your early twenties, right? Do you have any plans for your future life? Are you willing to serve others for the rest of your life, marry someone of a similar level, and have children who have lived at the bottom since childhood?"
Xiaomei: "I... I didn't think that much."
Although Wang Jiaye was a little embarrassed at this time, she still raised her neck high: "Then you might as well think about it when you have time."
Xiaomei: "..."
"Miss Wang, You talk too much." Qin Yi couldn't listen anymore, "Everyone has the right to choose their own life, and has their own definition of happiness..."
Tang Yutian patted his head and signalled him to shut up.
Then he turned to Wang Jiaye himself, raised the corner of his mouth and gave her a critical blow: "En, our Xiaomei is indeed not like you. She is in her forties and has nothing but money."
Wang Jiaye's face changed and she stopped talking.
Tang Yutian calmly said: "Don't want to talk about this topic anymore?"
“Okay, let's change it," Tang Yutian glanced around at a few of them, “Huang Yueyue is dead. Who do you think did it?"
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