Xihai Beach is a world famous tourist attraction, and there are tourists from all over the world every day.
Fu Mingye is an activist. As soon as Qi Baicha said he wanted to go on a trip to the West Sea beach, he called someone to arrange it.
Fu Mingye has a life assistant, and he is usually not used, so it is basically a decoration. It was rare to receive a call from Fu Mingye, and the life assistant was almost incoherent with excitement: "Mr. Fu, do you need any instructions?"
Great, he's finally able to come in handy! Although this kind of life without work is good, it always makes him feel unrealistic and makes him worry that he will be fired one day.
Fu Mingye said, "Arrange a plane to the West Sea."
"Okay." The life assistant quickly checked the ticket online, "Do you want to book first class this afternoon or first class tomorrow morning?"
"What first class?"
"..." The life assistant stuck for a moment, "it's better than economy class..." No way, does Mr. Fu want to experience life in economy class? It's really close to the people, down-to-earth, and approachable...
Fu Mingye's next sentence was: "Immediately arrange a private jet." Then he hung up.
Life Assistant: "… "
Almost forgot, the richest man in China does not need to book a ticket at all, and the other party has many private jets.
Qi Baicha watched him hang up the phone, and said in surprise, "So soon?"
"Don't you want to go? It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, just today." Fu Mingye said.
"I haven't packed my luggage, and I still have a lot of things to check." Although he didn't go to the West Sea for tourism, he always had to bring something to pretend.
"If you have anything missing, just buy it there. It's inconvenient to bring it with you." Fu Mingye said, "It's like having another honeymoon. We didn't wear anything except the wedding ring at that time. By the way... a ring. "
He suddenly remembered and took out the two rings from the bedside table: "Put the ring on too."
Few people know them abroad, so they won't cause much riots. He just wanted to let people know that Cha Cha was married and that they were a couple.
Lord Heretic God is so naive sometimes.
And he has another thought. Going to the beach, swimming, diving and surfing in the sea is a matter of course. It's not that they haven't done this, Chacha can swim, but it's still potentially dangerous.
I don’t know how many people die in the sea every year. Fu Mingye’s protection of Qi Baicha has reached the highest level, so he is afraid of any accident.
People with shark tears can breathe in water. This is also a security guarantee.
Fu Mingye personally put the shark bead ring on Qi Baicha's slender and beautiful ring finger, and then handed the dragon ball ring to Qi Baicha: "Mr. Qi, put it on for your husband."
Qi Baicha laughed and said, "Why do you act like you got married again and don't wear it yourself?" But he still took the ring and put the glove on Fu Mingye's finger.
"Life should have a sense of ceremony." Fu Mingye said seriously.
Fu Mingye's cell phone rang again, and the life assistant called: "Mr. Fu, the plane has been arranged."
Work efficiency is quite fast.
Fu Mingye pulled up Qi Baicha and clasped the two ringed hands together: "Let's go."
It takes more than ten hours to fly from China to the Xihai beach. Qi Baicha slept on Fu Mingye's shoulder on the plane.
Falling asleep, it slid onto his lap and curled up into a kitten pose.
Fu Mingye put his palms on his legs to protect his head, and then gently pulled it out, asking the flight attendant to bring a thin blanket, and then turn up the temperature of the air conditioner.
He put the blanket over Qi Baicha, and Qi Baicha's brows really stretched a lot.
Fu Mingye rubbed Qi Baicha's hair and pinched his cheek.
The seats on the plane can be adjusted to be suitable for lying down and sleeping, but Qi Baicha loves to lean on Fu Mingye.
Isn't that a sticky cat
- Of course, in terms of stickiness, dogs are more clingy than cats, and cats are sometimes very cold. But it is impossible for Fu Mingye to describe Qi Baicha as a dog, which sounds like a curse.
It's all human beings. A dog is a dog. A cute dog is used as a derogatory term, and is used by some humans to describe other humans. Dogs are so innocent.
Qi Baicha looked thin, with skinny wrists and knuckles, but the flesh on his face felt very comfortable. He's not fleshy, but his skin is smooth and soft, and can be broken by a blow, like a peeled egg. Fu Mingye pinched and pinched, as addictive as a child pinching plasticine.
Cha Cha was so obedient at his mercy when he fell asleep. Even though he was gentle when he was awake, it was so gentle that he was embarrassed to play with... No, blasphemy, nor... Forget it.
Fu Mingye likes Qi Baicha's gentle and elegant appearance, and prefers to see Qi Baicha's warm and dignified appearance.
He squeezed and squeezed, and Qi Baicha showed no sign of waking up. Fu Mingye was wicked, and drew a small turtle on Qi Baicha's forehead with a pen.
Lord Cthulhu's painting skills are worrying, thanks to Qi Baicha's excellent appearance, such an ugly turtle hanging on his forehead can still be seen a bit mighty.
Can the one drawn on the forehead of Lord Snow God be called a turtle? It's called Xuanwu.
Lord Cthulhu was very satisfied with his work, he kept doing it, and painted little turtles all over his face.
Then take a photo, send it to a circle of friends, and set it to be visible only to Chacha.
-Have you seen this little turtle
- My house.
When it was time for dinner, Fu Mingye pushed Qi Baicha awake as if nothing had happened, and called him to eat.
The in-flight meals prepared by the private chef are hearty, full of flavour and mouthwatering. When the flight attendant brought dinner, Fu Mingye carefully covered Qi Baicha's face.
In front of outsiders, you still have to save face for Chacha.
After the flight attendant finished setting dinner, he pushed the dining cart away, and Fu Mingye gently pushed Qi Baicha: "Chacha, get up and eat."
After he pushed it twice, Qi Baicha opened his eyes lazily: "Breakfast or dinner?"
There is a time difference between China and the West Sea. They set off in the afternoon and flew for more than ten hours. When they arrived, it was the second half of the night in China and the afternoon in the West Sea.
He didn't know how long he slept and couldn't tell the time.
"Dinner. We haven't flown out of the country yet." After all, China is so big.
"Oh." Qi Baicha sat up, picked up the spoon and started dinner.
He scooped a spoonful of rice and put it into his mouth. Needless to say, Qi Baicha's gestures have always been very elegant and temperamental.
But at this moment, Qi Baicha's face was covered with little turtles, and even his elegant actions became funny. The cheeks moved with the chewing action, and the little turtle on the cheek also became dynamic. Fu Mingye watched it for a while, and then laughed outright.
"puff-"
Qi Baicha paused, then turned to look at Fu Mingye: "What's wrong?"
Fu Mingye instantly turned serious: "It's okay."
Then when he saw Qi Baicha's face, he couldn't hold back and laughed even more.
"..." Qi Baicha, "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Mingye calmed down again: "It's really okay, I just suddenly remembered something happy."
"What are you happy about?"
"We're going on our honeymoon."
Qi Baicha said, "Mr. Fu, we have been married for a year."
"It's nice to be with you."
Qi Baicha was delighted by this, and slightly hooked her lips.
He always had a good laugh.
But now he smiled, and the little turtle on his face turned into a dynamic picture again.
Fu Mingye started again: "Hahaha—"
Qi Baicha smiled slightly, realizing that something was wrong.
He took out his phone and saw his face from the screen.
Qi Baicha: "… "
"Fu Mingye, you bastard!"
…
Finally, the two went to the bathroom together to wash off the turtle on their faces.
Qi Baicha's jealousy must be reported, and Fu Mingye has one more tortoise on his face than he does. But he was still not happy.
He felt like he didn't win. He became as naive as Fu Mingye, and he lost.
The clouds outside the window have turned black, and the domestic time is at night. Qi Baicha had just slept and didn't feel sleepy—though in fact he wouldn't be sleepy if he didn't sleep—so he didn't.
Fu Mingye didn't sleep when he saw that he didn't sleep.
How precious time is with Cha Cha, Cha Cha is awake while he sleeps, it is a crime.
"Aren't you sleepy?" Qi Baicha asked.
"Not sleepy." Fu Mingye said, "I can find a hotel to sleep in anyway when I get there."
"Don't be kidding, it's more than ten hours in the middle."
"Then go to sleep later." Fu Mingye turned to look at him, "I want to chat with you now."
"What to talk about?" They are both old and married, and they have talked about everything that can be talked about.
Their lives are actually no different from ordinary couples. Work during the day, come home for dinner at night, go out for a walk occasionally, go to bed in the dead of night, get a good morning kiss every morning, and then continue to work.
After the initial vigorous trip around the world, life is such a smooth flow of water.
They are no exception.
Fu Mingye said: "There is a word in the world called the seven-year itch. It is said that when a couple is married for the seventh year, their love becomes family affection and life becomes boring. Contradictions will arise because of the loss of freshness, resulting in a marriage crisis. .Do you think that word makes sense?"
He also came across this term on the Internet by accident. God’s life span is long, and he won’t be easily tempted. One move is a lifetime. Everyone is different.
He believes in the love of Chacha. A person's life is too short, but there are too many variables. There are countless cases of marriage and divorce. They have only been married for a year, and they are coming to Japan for a long time. He wants to hear Chacha's thoughts.
When God falls in love with a person, he must also learn to manage his feelings in a human way. He wants to do better.
Qi Baicha replied: "Since there is this word, it means that everyone in the old age has experienced it. It has its own reason, and it may be a law."
Fu Mingye quietly pricked up his ears.
"But what does this have to do with us. Mr. Fu, seven years are nothing, there are many white-headed couples who have lived together for seventy years, and we will be one of them." Qi Baicha looked at him, "Even if seven hundred years later, seven Thousands of years, 70,000 years, sleeping forever in the ground, and forever in love."
He omitted two subjects.
Even if it is another seven hundred years, seven thousand years, seventy thousand years.
You sleep underground, and I will love you forever.
When we arrived at the West Sea, it was indeed afternoon, approaching dusk.
As a famous scenic spot, the tourism industry here is very developed, and the hotel shopping street has everything.
Fu Mingye booked a big bed room at the seaside hotel. The house is brightly lit and has huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window is the beach and the sea, and you can listen to the sound of the waves.
The evening sky is covered with beautiful rays of light, the red sun slowly sets on the sea level, the water surface is sparkling, and the scenery is very beautiful.
What a beautiful scenery, who would have thought that this calm seabed has torn a terrifying abyss crack.
Qi Baicha stared at the sea for a long time.
The last ray of golden sunlight disappeared on the sea, Fu Mingye came out of the bathroom, closed the curtains, came over and hugged him from behind: "It's getting dark."
Qi Baicha came back to his senses and said, "Well."
He was thinking about whether to apply a method now, let Mr. Fu sleep for a long time, and then he went to work.
He has begun to slowly accumulate divine power to his fingertips.
"Let's get down to business now." Fu Mingye said.
Qi Baicha's fingers trembled, and the divine power dissipated in an instant.
"Wh, what's the business?" Qi Baicha asked cautiously.
Does Mr. Fu know about his plan? This is impossible.
Fu Mingye asked, "Chacha, are your fractures healed?"
"All right."
"What about hemorrhoids?"
"Alright."
When he was in the hospital, Mr. Fu insisted on giving him a general examination, and of course he could no longer lie about hemorrhoids. Being in the hospital for so long was enough for him to seal his divine power back.
However, it is estimated that the repair of the West Sea cracks will have to be solved again.
I don't know why, but now there are more and more abnormal events, and he is simply overwhelmed.
"Very good." Fu Mingye lowered his head, his voice extremely magnetic.
"We haven't done it for almost two months."