The repairman was indignant: "I''m telling the truth. He is a layman, so he has to guide me as an expert."


    Suddenly his mobile phone rang, and his leader pointed to him: "see? It was repaired by the young master. There is a signal. Who is an expert and who is a layman? Well, now no one can protect you. "


    Wenqiao saw the sweat on Fu Nanli''s face. He quickly touched a packet of paper towel and helped him wipe his sweat: "how can you go to repair the signal tower yourself?"


    "The workers here are useless."


    "Then you can''t climb that high yourself. It''s too dangerous."


    Fu Nanli pinched her face with a smile: "I promised you to go back today. I can''t break my promise."


    There are unknown red berries all over the mountains and fields. The yellow cage is in the verdant vegetation. His eyes are gentle and resolute. Wenqiao''s heart is filled with inexplicable emotions. He says seriously: "you should give priority to your safety."


    "There''s a safety buckle. It''s safe. Did you come by boat?"


    "Well."


    "Wait a minute. I''ll go back to take a bath and go back to Haicheng with you."


    Wenqiao see his shirt wet, can''t help heartache, "you should be very tired, here to rest a night, go back tomorrow."


    "Not tired."


    The conditions on the island were not so good. Fu Nanli lived in the best bamboo house. In front of the bathroom, Wenqiao stopped and his face turned red: "that Then I''ll wait for you outside


    She and Lu youYou are sitting on the beach in front of the bamboo house. The wind blows through the leaves of palm trees and makes a rustling sound.


    In the bathroom, the water from the shower rushed down. Fu Nanli felt comfortable, but his eyes were cold.


    It''s true that the level of the maintenance workers is average, but it is also the saboteur. If he is not there, the signal tower will not be repaired in a few days.


    There were four ships, all broken.


    It''s obviously intentional.


    Who knows Joe can''t do without him?


    Is it for him?


    Or for Joe?


    Things are a bit confusing, but a few suspects flashed in his mind, but it is not easy for him to speculate too much at the moment.


    Wen Qiao and Lu You squatted on the ground playing with sand, and suddenly heard Fu Nanli''s voice: "Qiao Qiao..."


    Wenjo pretended not to hear.


    Lu youyou touched her with his elbow: "where is your husband calling you?"


    Wenjo glanced at her: "what nonsense?"


    "Your boyfriend called you, OK?"


    Wenqiao quickly stood up, patted the sand on his body, and went to the bamboo house, "what''s the matter?"


    "I didn''t take the clothes or the towel. Help me."


    Wenqiao looked around. The bamboo house was not big. The whole original window was covered with small woods. Further ahead was the beach. The bed was not big. Beside the bed was his suitcase.


    Such a small house made him live here for ten days. How could the eldest young master bear it?


    "Where is it?"


    "In the trunk."


    With the shower closed, Fu Nanli''s hand was hanging over the bathroom wall.


    He was a tall man, and the wood could reach his forehead, and the water dripped down his strong arm to his long, bony fingertips.


    Maybe it was the western sun shining all afternoon. The room was warm and warm. Wenjo''s head was in a mess. He ran to the bedside and opened his suitcase.


    There are not many things in it, just a few sets of clothes to be changed and packed in different categories in gray travel bags.


    A bag of shirts, a bag of trousers, a bag of underpants.


    There was a fever in wenjo''s ears.


    There is a sense of guilty conscience, opened the briefs bag, hurried to take good, red face went to the bathroom door, muttered: "why don''t you take clothes in the bath?"