The maintenance worker was indignant: "I am telling the truth. He is an amateur and he insisted on guiding me, an expert."
Suddenly his cell phone rang, and his leader pointed at him and said, "Did you see that? The eldest master fixed it, and there's a signal. Who is the expert and who is the layman? Well, no one can protect you now."
Wen Qiao saw that Fu Nanli's face was covered with sweat, so he quickly took out a pack of tissues and wiped his sweat off: "Why do you really need to go up and repair the signal tower yourself?"
“The workers here are useless.”
"Then you can't climb that high yourself. It's too dangerous."
Fu Nanli smiled and pinched her face: "I promised you that I would go back today, I can't go back on my word."
The mountains were covered with unknown red berries, and the yellow was shrouded in the lush vegetation. His eyes were gentle and resolute. Wen Qiao's heart was filled with inexplicable emotions, and he said seriously: "Your safety should be the priority."
"It's buckled up, very safe. Did you come here by boat?"
"Um."
"Wait for me, I'll go back and take a shower and go back to Haicheng with you."
Wen Qiao felt sorry for him when she saw that his shirt was soaked. "You must be very tired. Rest here for a night and go back tomorrow."
"Not tired."
The conditions on the island were average, and Fu Nanli lived in the best bamboo house. In front of the bathroom, Wen Qiao stopped and blushed slightly: "Then... Then I'll wait for you outside."
She and Lu Youyou sat on the beach in front of the bamboo house. The wind blew through the palm tree leaves, making a rustling sound.
In the bathroom, the water from the shower rushed down on his head, and Fu Nanli finally felt comfortable, but there was a chill in his eyes.
The maintenance worker's skills were admittedly average, but he was also a vandal who destroyed the tower thoroughly. If he wasn't there, the signal tower would probably take several days to repair.
There were four ships in total, all of them broken down.
It was obvious that someone did this on purpose.
Who knew that Qiao Qiao couldn't live without him
Is it directed at him
Or is it aimed at Qiao Qiao
Things were a bit confusing, and a few potential suspects flashed through his mind, but he couldn't make too many guesses at the moment.
Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou were squatting on the ground playing with sand when they suddenly heard Fu Nanli's voice: "Qiao Qiao..."
Wen Qiao pretended not to hear.
Lu Youyou nudged her with her elbow: "Is your husband calling you?"
Wen Qiao glanced at her and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Your boyfriend is calling you, okay?"
Wen Qiao quickly stood up, brushed off the sand on his body, and walked towards the bamboo house. "What's wrong?"
"I haven't taken my clothes or towel yet. Please help me get them."
Wen Qiao looked around. The bamboo house was not big. Outside the entire original window was a small forest, and further ahead was the beach. The bed was not big either, and his suitcase was placed next to the bed.
How could the young master bear to make him live in such a small house for ten days
"Where?"
"In the suitcase."
The shower was turned off, and Fu Nanli's hand passed over the bathroom fence and hung outside.
He was tall, and the fence just reached his forehead. Water droplets flowed down his strong arms and onto his long, bony fingertips.
Maybe it was because the sun had been shining all afternoon that the room was warm. Wen Qiao's head was in a mess and he quickly ran to the bed to open his suitcase.
There wasn't much in it, just a few sets of clothes for changing, packed in different categories in a grey travel bag.
A package of shirts, a package of trousers, a package of... underwear.
Wen Qiao's ears felt a little hot.
Feeling guilty, I opened the travel bag of underwear, took them out hastily, walked to the bathroom door with a red face, and muttered, "Why don't you take clothes when you take a shower?"
(End of this chapter)