'In the future, I don't mind if you call me a word, or I don't mind saying three words......

Yan Rusheng's cold reminder flashed in her mind.

She covered her face with her hands, and her eyes were particularly sour.

'Your name is lifelike, my name is lifelike, the two of us together are lifelike, I don't want to have anything to do with you stinky girl, so don't call me life, or you don't call me lifelike. ’

'Who rarely has something to do with you, I will call you Ah Sheng like Ah Heng in the future. ’

'Ah Sheng...... Ah Sheng......'

……

"Hey, Wen Xuxu, you have a high fever, go back and go back to sleep."

Wen Xuxu fell asleep in the memories of those youthful years.

Hearing a familiar voice calling out to her, she opened her eyes in a daze, revealing a blurred face in front of her.

Who is it? Such a gentle voice will only be Ah Heng, only Ah Heng will even speak softly to her when she is sick.

"Ah Heng, is it you?" She reached out and grabbed his arm, a warm smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes glistened with tears.

The hot little hand grabbed his arm tightly, his heart tightened, but his face was cold when she called him Ah Heng.

"Wen Xuxu, Jiang Zhuoheng doesn't want you anymore, can you have a little backbone?" Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth and angrily withdrew the hand that was being grabbed by Life.

"Words are like life?" Wen Xuxu heard that it was a voice like life, and she was a lot more sober.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yan Rusheng's face, a little surprised.

Yan Rusheng had already stood up straight at this time, looking down at her condescendingly, like an ice sculpture, and the cold was pressing.

Seeing his lifelike gaze, he hooked his lips and mocked, "What? Do you still expect Jiang Zhuoheng to come to this broken island to surprise you? ”

Stupid woman, too naïve, should she be acting in a bloody idol drama?

Wen Xuxu was accustomed to his cynicism, pouted very indifferently, did not answer his words, and then turned his head to look into the water.

A small wooden boat docked nearby.

"Get on board." Yan Rusheng ordered her and jumped on the boat first.

The boat shook violently, and the lifelike feet stepped out, not daring to go up, wanting to wait for the shaking to be a little smaller.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rusheng suddenly reached out and grabbed one of her hands and dragged her up.

"Come on, grind."

Wen Xuxu clenched Yan Rusheng's hand in fright, she looked down at the boat, and it was not until it stopped shaking that she let go of her hand, found a place, and sat down carefully.

After sitting down, she held her cheek with one hand and looked at Yan Rusheng, who was rowing across from her, and was a little curious, "Where did this boat come from?" ”

The fishermen chased them as thieves, and even if they didn't chase them again, they wouldn't lend them any more boats.