Chapter 410

He picked up the razor, just about to shave, looked at her, and gave up. He lowered his head and put the razor in the drawer of the dresser --

"what are you doing?" As soon as he turned around, he saw her raise the stick and asked.

She really regretted to die. She had known that he had found out so soon that it was better to take advantage of his bow and fight with a stick. It is estimated that it has been accomplished. But because he thought about how much force should be used to knock him unconscious, but not broken, the result missed a good opportunity.

"Oh, it's OK. I practice my arm strength." She said quickly.

He watched her put the stick down and kept staring at her.

"What are you looking at me for? Haven't you seen it She could not help feeling guilty.

"You have such a small mind? Just because I didn't promise you, I'm going to die? " He saw through her.

Anyway, he has seen through all of them. It's better to admit it simply.

"Yes, I am going to kill you. If you die, I won't think about it any more. I can live a new life and find a man who is considerate and gentle -- "she said angrily. But before she finished, he put the whole person against the door, his neck was held by him, and his lips and tongue were captured by him.

The bat, which "died before leaving the team", rolled to the ground.

"Why kiss me if you don't want to marry me?" She looked at him angrily and said.

He didn't answer and strode out of the bathroom. She ran after him and saw him start preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

"Fei Mufan, do you really hate me so much?" She asked, standing behind him.

He didn't speak.

"Why don't you talk? If you hate me so much - "she is very aggrieved, with a heavy nasal voice in her voice," if you really hate me so much, why kiss me and sleep with me? "

The house was quiet, and occasionally came the sound of the waves washing the beach.

Eggs, in the pan issued a "crackling" sound.

"Eat!" He put the two fried eggs on the plate and put them on the table. He took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and poured it into a small soup pot. From the cupboard on the top of the table, you took out a package of unopened bread and put it on the table.

When the milk was hot, he took out two small bowls together and poured one for each other.

She stood still at the table, watching him eat.

The sleeves of the plaid shirt were rolled up to reveal the sturdy forearms, and the buttons were not fastened, revealing the black vest inside. At dinner, he did not sit in the same way as he used to, but he sat askew in a chair with one foot on the bar of the chair next to him.

He seemed to glance at her casually and said, "don't you think my cooking is delicious?"

She didn't speak.

He picked up the bowl of milk with one hand and drank it. He was not polite at all.

Standing and standing, she felt her stomach was hungry. She did not look at him. She sat down opposite him and ate breakfast seriously.

She didn't like it very much, but he didn't feel like it at all. He ate it with relish.

Bow to eat, small mouth, occasionally look up at him.

"I'm not used to it, am I?" He said suddenly.

She didn't understand what he meant, just looked at him.

"I'm such a person. If you can't accept it, go home and stop dawdling here. I'll make an appointment to go out to sea with my friends later. It's a fine day today. We're going out fishing. " He didn't look at her, got up and picked up his used tableware and threw it directly into the pool. "If you want to go, please wash the dishes for me before you go. Don't waste water too much." He wiped his mouth and went into the bedroom to get his sunglasses.

She looked at his back and walked towards the bedroom, slowly nibbling at the bread, tasteless.

Out of the bedroom, he ignored her and opened the door directly.

She heard the sound of closing the door, quickly finished her breakfast, threw the dishes into the pool, put some bubbles on it, and ran after her.

Far away, I saw his back walking towards the dock. She ran after him quickly.

Today, she was going to church with him, so she wore the long skirt that she wore last night, but it was very inconvenient to run like this. The wind was blowing and the skirt was wrapped around her legs.

Seeing him getting farther and farther away, she simply stopped, pulled up her skirt and tied it at the knee position, so that the skirt would not fly disorderly.

He got on a boat and said hello to the people who had arrived.

People who go fishing at sea often set out before dawn. However, this season's current brings the most active fish in the afternoon, so every year this season, Mexican fishermen close to the Caribbean choose to arrive at their destination before noon and set up nets to catch fish.

He worked with the rest of the group, winding up the nets and ropes, and other preparatory work.

When he was about to lift the bucket into the cabin below, he heard a call of "Adam". He stopped to follow the reputation, but saw that she was coming towards him with a smile.He was stunned. The others on the boat either whistled or laughed. Yufei said hello to them with a smile, but walked in his direction.

"How do you do this?" In his trance, she took a bucket in his hand and asked with a smile.

Although the barrel was not filled with anything, it was already very heavy. He did not speak. He took the bucket and walked under the cabin step by step.

She didn't care about his attitude. She picked up her skirt and went down.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

"I want to know what you're doing." She stood behind him, watching him bend over to pick up something.

"Now you see it. Go back." He said.

She didn't speak. She turned to the stairway and went up the deck.

He looked at her back, feeling up and down.

Soon, the ship set sail.

Yufei stood in the bow of the boat. Seeing that there were many boats sailing to the sea, she couldn't help feeling happy.

Although there will always be fishy smell in the nose, but looking at him, she will not care about anything. Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, she was happy to help, even though she couldn't help.

Out of the harbor, he suddenly took off his sunglasses and put them on her, and his half worn Plaid Shirt also covered her shoulder.

She was stunned for a moment. She just reacted to say something to him, but he turned and left.

In fact, he was still reluctant to give up her.

She smiles and looks up at the distance.

In the head slightly imagines, if Fei Mufan turns into the Caribbean Pirate, must be cooler than Depp. All of a sudden, the scene came to her mind, and she just took Depp out of her clothes and put fimufan in. The mustache, the big exaggerated earrings, and the hat.

What a wonderful thing!

Looking back, he was barehanded and chatting with his friends over there. Seeing her smile to himself, he was stunned and then turned his back to her.

Yufei walked over and naturally hugged his waist and looked up at him.

He did not push her away or blame her, but leaned against the mast as before.

The middle-aged man sitting on a bucket opposite him said something with a smile. Yufei didn't understand him at all. He just laughed politely and looked up at Fei Mufan.

He just laughed and said nothing.

That day, she followed him on the boat, watching him sweat like rain. In her impression, although Fei Mufan is a bit overbearing and unreasonable, he has never been like this before. This Fei Mufan, very strange, but unexpectedly let her have a sense of intimacy. Therefore, she will take the initiative to help him do things, help pull the net, even if the hand is strangled blood, also won't say a word.

The fish are most active in the afternoon and evening. The fishing boats are arranged according to their respective positions and wait outside the net area. When sunset comes, people begin to collect the nets.

He sat on the barrel and looked at the distance, and she stood by him quietly.

This kind of life, perhaps than in the past that kind of luxurious clothing and food makes people feel more down-to-earth.

"Why did you transfer the house to me?" She asked.

"I'm afraid you'll starve to death." He said, with a bitter smile, he said, "it seems that I'm worried. It's me, not you, who starved to death."

Looking at his sad eyes, her nose can not help but sour.

"For the sake of our old friendship, I won't let you starve to death. I'll start cooking tomorrow." She took his hand and looked at him with a smile.

His hands, when touched, are not as smooth as they used to be.

She held his hand tightly, her head resting on his shoulder.

From time to time, the sound of the warm sea birds surrounded them.