Chapter 1217: The Most Cruel Thing Is Not Death (7)

Thinking about it, Caritas nodded and whispered, "Don't worry, old lady! ”

"Hey, Hao's marriage, he promised it too smoothly, but I'm not at ease!" Fujiwara sighed.

Caritas looked at Fujiwara's eyes in the mirror, even if the years changed, they were still so dark and faint, like a pool of quiet spring water. It's just that the corners of the eyes are full of the vicissitudes left by the years.

So he said with emotion: "Old lady, you are also old, and your body is still important." Leave these things to the people below, and you don't have to worry about it. Now that the adults have agreed to marry Miss Li, that's a good thing! You should be happy, shouldn't you?"

Fujiwara Xiang touched her white hair, lowered her eyes, and felt a little uneasy in her heart: "Caritas, if you have anything about Miss Xia in the future, don't tell anyone about it." Got it?"

"Understood, old lady!" replied Caritas respectfully.

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On the sea, the wind is calm and the blue sky is cloudless. The sun shines across the hull deck, and the waves crash against the walls of the ship, wave after wave, to a rhythm that is as melodious as a musical note.

Feng Hao felt that he and Xia Yucheng were lucky, and after drifting on the sea for two days, he encountered a boat. It's just that his condition is not bad, and Xia Yucheng is already out of body, and he is lying on his stomach in his arms.

The old, gray-haired, slightly chubby captain squinted slightly, looking at the two men and women who had just been rescued by them with inquiring eyes.

Xia Yucheng was held by Feng Hao, her head leaned weakly on his chest, and her messy long hair covered most of her face, so the captain couldn't see clearly.

But he can see the appearance of Feng Hao very clearly, under the messy black hair, a pair of amber eyes contain sharpness, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, slender and tall but not rough figure, like a leopard in the wasteland, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, and the whole body exudes a strong force that dominates the world.

The captain has seen the world, and at a glance he knows that Feng Hao is not an ordinary person, but why he is down, he also feels that there is no need to ask.

"What do you want?" the captain spoke in English, a little lame.

"Gave us some clean clothes, some food, a cabin, and ...... Anti-inflammatory drugs ...... "Although the appearance of Feng Hao is unbearable, a man like him has such a ability, and his downfall is noble and elegant in the eyes of outsiders.

"Why? Our ship has to be tossed and turned on the seas for a long time, and in the event of unforeseen accidents, everything is precious. A sloppy sailor said ahead of the captain.

Feng Hao ignored him, but stared at the captain and said in a deep voice, "You give me what I want, and in a while, I will give you what you want." ”

Another lanky sailor glanced up and down a few times, and that extraordinary trait could not be concealed or pretended. He turned his head to look at the captain, waiting for him to speak.

The captain nodded in agreement.

From the deck to the cabin, under Feng Hao's visual inspection, he felt that this ship should be a Southeast Asian smuggling ship disguised as a cargo ship. And these crew members are all from Southeast Asian countries.

Perhaps, under the cabin, there are some people who want to smuggle to other countries to make a living.