Chapter 426

On a nearby island, Jingrui nestled in the hospitable fishermen's house and looked out the window at the coconut forest dancing in the wind. The center of his eyebrows almost twisted vertical lines.

"Mr. Jing, have you called your wife again?" Asked fisherman Dhaka.

"Yes, I didn't go back. I'm afraid she'll worry."

"Such ghost weather often happens. It will get better in two days!" Said Dhaka.

"There's really no signal at all." Jingrui is anxiously looking for the signal again.

"In this weather, it's wonderful that there is no power failure." Dhaka gave him a blanket. "Let's squeeze together and have a good rest."

How can Jingrui have a good rest?

Not to mention whether Shen Anzhi will worry, even in such bad weather, I don't know if she will be afraid!

As time goes by, however, for Jingrui, every minute, every second is suffering.

He stood quietly in front of the window, hoping that all the storms would pass quickly.

Dhaka went downstairs. Her daughter Bella looked up at the second floor, "Dad, Mr. Jing has a rest?"

"Bella, you'd better give up those unrealistic ideas!"

Bella's little face was more crimson. "I just think Mr. Jing is a special gentleman, different from the people on the island!"

Dhaka shook his head. When his daughter grew up, she began to have her own careful thinking, but they were just fishermen on the island. Mr. Jing was obviously a noble person. He came to the island just to relax.

How could Bella be able to climb such a noble and rich man who could buy such a big island?

"That woman is his wife." After Dhaka said this, he pulled up the curtain and was ready to go to bed.

All the expressions on Bella's face seemed frozen, and she stared straight at the curtain.

"Dad, what did you just say? Is that Miss Shen his wife? "

But why doesn't she look like it?

"Bella, it's windy and rainy outside. You'd better go to bed early!" Dhaka's voice was already a little sleepy.

Bella was really sleepless when she learned about it.

She looked out of the window and sighed from time to time.

It was easy to stay up until dawn, but the wind didn't stop and the rain was still raging.

Jingrui is really afraid of Shen Anzhi's worry and insists on borrowing the fishing boat back.

Bella thinks Jingrui is crazy!

"Mr. Jing, you'd better give up! My father is an experienced fisherman. He dare not go to sea in such weather. How dare you, a white man, say you want to go back to sea? "

Jingrui's eyes were red and locked Bella.

A huge chill sprang up from Bella's soleplate. She swallowed her saliva nervously and looked at Jing Rui. "It's no use looking at me like this. I won't agree with you to get on board!"

At this time, Dhaka also hurried here. He looked at the anxious Jing Rui and persuaded him: "Mr. Jing, believe me, one day at most, the storm will pass! Your wife is so smart that she won't worry! "

Jingrui's hand dropped on his leg tightened a little. His heart was like this ghost weather. It had already set off a storm.

He had no choice but to go back to the cabin.

In order to make him happy, Bella took out tarot cards. "Mr. Jing, we can't do this. Just sit and play tarot cards. It's very accurate!"

Jingrui frowns at Bella, who looks forward to it, thinks about it and draws a few cards at will.

Bella asked him what he wanted to measure. He only said two words, "love."

"This is not very good!" Bella sighed.

The frost on Jingrui's face became thicker, "what do you mean? Why not? "

Did he really end up with Shen Anzhi?

Bella explained to him, "it's not bad to say, but it's deep love and shallow fate! According to your card, Mr. Jing will pick up his old love in the future! "

Jingrui didn't believe these divination things, so he just sniffed.

Get back in love?!

From beginning to end, his love is only Shen Anzhi. Doesn't this prove that he and Shen Anzhi will eventually live a happy life?

Bella clearly saw the disbelief in Jing Rui's eyes, so she didn't persuade him to believe the calculation of tarot card.

She looked at Jing Rui shyly and secretly calculated for herself.

Sure enough, as Dhaka said, she had no fate with Jingrui.

"Come on, have some coconut." Said Dhaka.

Jingrui is not in the mood. He just looks out of the window with a dignified face.

Bella said to Jingrui, "Mr. Jing, we often use coconut shell carving here. Girls like it very much. Would you like to carve something for Miss Shen in this ghost weather? My father has ready-made tools. "

Jingrui thought it was a good proposal, "all right."

Dhaka brought the tools and gave Jingrui some coconut shells.

He thought about it, drew patterns on it and began to carve seriously.

Bella looked at the patterns he carved, her eyes full of worship.

Only a man like him can carve such a pattern, right?

Feeling Bella's eyes on his face, Jingrui looks up. Bella is caught like a thief, and his eyes flash and he leaves quickly.

Jing Rui shook her head. The little girl is a little interesting.

On another island.

When he woke up, it was still dark outside the window. The wind roared. Shen Che was very nervous. He shrank in Shen Anzhi's arms, "sister, it's terrible."

"Ah Che, don't be afraid. Let's have something to eat first. I'll make you coconut porridge, okay?"

She found that it was impossible to have a peaceful day.

Just like this sudden storm, she still needs to find a convenient place to live. After all, she can't bear Shen Che to suffer with her.

After calming Shen Che, she tried to cheer up and dragged her sour and soft legs to cook porridge for Shen Che.

The headache was about to burst, and she kept pressing the corner of her eyebrow.

Shen Che didn't know when he came behind her and put a dress on her, "sister, are you ill?"

She looked at Shen Che for a moment and hugged him in her arms.

Suddenly he was held in his arms, and Shen Che looked stunned.

"Ah Che, you are really great!"

He can even say such a long sentence to her now, which shows that his autism is getting better.

Dad, acher will be better in the future, won't he?

Shen Che was strangled by her and was about to lose his breath. He said with a buzzing voice: "sister!"

Shen Anzhi quickly released his hand, held Shen Che's face and printed a kiss on his forehead.

Shen Che blushed shyly. He didn't know when the porridge on the stove overflowed. Shen An's busy picked up the lid of the pot and burned his fingers.