Chapter 109 What You Want
The moon was at its highest point in the sky, the vegetation on the island was quiet, and a parasol with deep roots was left on the wet beach. Cui Jing looked towards the sea with a telescope.
Outside the bedroom was a corridor that looked like a dark hole. During the day, Cui Jing kept the corridor window half open.
The butler usually patrolled the entire villa before eleven o'clock, checked and closed all windows except the lady's room, and then went to bed. Now the window in the corridor was closed, and it was obvious that the butler's daily routine was normal.
The agreed time was approaching, and a group of not-so-low-key lights on the sea surface gradually approached the island. The blue light band of the yacht was smooth and dazzling. Cui Jing put on her bag and wrapped herself tightly, and walked towards the beach.
The yacht was parked alongside and floating slightly in the water. The beach was glowing with a hazy white light, and there was a person standing there.
Linen denim, stylish horsehide bucket hat, with the hat string hanging down and swaying slightly, this old hat looks like an antique.
"I booked a boat." Cui Jing walked forward and said in English.
The one who answered her was a Chinese female voice:
"Have you booked a boat?" Fan Ci'en raised his hat and said in surprise, "I thought Zhai Yang should have confiscated all your belongings."
"Why are you here?" Cui Jing took a few steps back, alarm bells ringing in her heart. The boat she had arranged did not come, and an unexpected guest came, whose position she did not know.
"That's amazing." Fan Ci'en took off her hat and exclaimed. The faded colors in her memory of the confinement were restored. She thought Cui Jing would be helpless on the island, waiting for her to rescue her, but she had already planned to escape.
He was wearing long sleeves and long pants, revealing almost no skin. Under the dark hood was a delicate face with cold, alert eyes, as treacherous as a torch.
Really...
Too beautiful.
It would be even more beautiful if she was tied up. But she didn't intend to do that to Cui Jing, she just wanted to taste her normally and didn't want to ruin her.
Fan Ci'en looked strange:
"How did you do it? Zhai Yang is not a good person." Because she knew that Zhai Yang was not a good person, she knew Zhai Yang's methods. How could he let Cui Jing contact the outside world so easily?
After Fan Ci'en looked at Cui Jing carefully, he felt that it was impolite, so he tried to hide his gaze, but his impudence still showed in his actions.
She went straight to hold Cui Jing's hand that was hanging by her side.
It was empty.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to save you, ma'am. Why are you still so cold?" Fan Ci'en's smile froze.
Cui Jing said: "How shameless."
It doesn't matter. It's not a bad thing to have troubles come to your door. From another perspective, in this foreign country, if it's Fan Ci'en, at least your life safety is absolutely guaranteed. Don't waste the tool that comes to your door.
Having made up her mind, Cui Jing glanced at Fan Ci'en, whose eyes were fixed on her hand and whose hands were empty. Her emotions were not obviously changing. Her lips were red, revealing the surging blood, showing the owner of her body's emotions.
Don't let her think about anything anymore.
Cui Jing took off the heavy package on her body and handed it over, interrupting Fan Ci'en's thoughts:
"How did you know I was here? Never mind, let's talk later. Anyway, let's leave first. This is Zhai Yang's territory, and there are surveillance cameras everywhere on the island."
Fan Ci'en took the package. Cui Jing was already walking towards the yacht. She hung the package on her body and followed closely, shouting:
"Cui Jing."
Being scolded:
"Shh, keep your voice down and get on the boat first."
The semi-open area of the tail well is made entirely of cherry wood, with a shiny lacquer finish. Cui Jing sat down on the soft seat and saw Zhang Siwen's familiar face.
"Good evening. Have some tea." Zhang Ye served her a cup of tea.
"Thank you." Cui Jing replied politely, without drinking a sip, and turned to ask Fan Ci'en. "Did you only bring two people here?"
After Fan Ci'en nodded, Cui Jing felt that she was unreliable and asked worriedly, "Don't you have a private helicopter or something?"
In the novel, some legal experts fly across borders at will in their private jets, but in Cui Jing's world, aircraft are banned from flying over certain cities and residential areas.
"Yes. Although helicopters are allowed to enter here, some formalities take time to process. Don't worry, someone will pick us up once we leave this sea area, and we will be in the country in less than half a day."
Zhang Ye entered the cabin and asked the captain to start the ship, then he pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation between the two.
"He didn't do anything to you?"
Sister Fan is talking about something irrelevant. Zhai Yang has not announced the divorce news. They are alone on the island, what else can Zhai Yang do?
"Yes." Cui Jing said. "Will you help me send him to jail?"
How dare you say it.
Zhang Ye opened his eyes again.
"If you want."
Sister Xiao Fan also answered.
Zhang Ye couldn't help but look back, and lay back on the soft chair next to the driver's seat. The entrance to the lower deck was next to him. There were two bedrooms and two bathrooms under the deck, one with a large bed and the other smaller.
He thought it was impossible for Fan Ci'en to share a room with Cui Jing, so they each had a room. The extra time he would probably spend in the leisure area at the stern well, feeling the bumps of the ship, or chatting with the captain, feeling the overly cool sea breeze. The temperature difference between day and night at sea is really big.
He took off his glasses and simply closed his eyes to sleep, thinking with some disdain: She loves it so much.
Love it so much?
Ha, sorry, my merits have increased again.
"Don't be so cold to me. I will help you with whatever you want to do. Okay?" Fan Ci'en stretched out his foot to kick Cui Jing's shoes and accidentally stepped on her shoes, making them even darker.
"I did not do it on purpose."
She looked nonchalant and innocent.
The young man's back was slightly hunched like that of a dazed old man, his hands, feet and whole body were slack, his hair was blown close to his face by the wind, full of a soft color that blurred his figure and the danger brought by the second sex.
Cui Jing smelled the peace in the air and shook off the sand on her shoes. "I really need to ask you a favor. Not bad." Cui Jing changed her tone:
"My cat. I took my cat with me when I went out. Before Zhai Yang brought me to the island, my cat was still in the hotel, but now my cat must be in Zhai Yang's hands. Help me get it back."
Fan Ci'en sat up straighter.
"That's all? Does a cat need me?" The contempt in his tone was so faint that it was hardly noticeable.
"That's my cat." Cui Jing couldn't help but read the contempt in her tone, and said calmly:
"Besides, if you bring back my cat, you won't help me anymore?"
"Of course not!" Fan Ci'en retorted eagerly, standing up: "I will help you."
When Fan Ci'en stood up, Cui Jing had to look up at her to talk to her. And because Fan Ci'en was standing too close to her, even if she stood up, she still could not achieve equality.
Cui Jing frowned slightly. Neither looking up nor looking down was what she wanted to see, but compared to looking up at a person——
It would be better to look down.
Cui Jing sat still and slowly took off her hood. She felt the hair tie inside the hood loosen as she ran. The hair tie passed through the end of her hair and passed by her hand. She didn't grab it.
The head rope fell to the deck at my feet.
Fan Ci'en squatted down to pick it up, and when she was about to stand up, she put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
Fan Ci'en was distracted, squatting on the ground and looking up at her. Cui Jing lowered her eyes, and her hand had already withdrawn without intention, taking the hairband from her hand.
"Thank you."
Like a thank you as a reward.