Chapter 750 You must never die (1)
Gu Zhao's heart tightened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded, "What happened?"
"It's a long story, we'll talk about it when we meet." Knowing that he was fine, Gu Che was finally relieved.
"Hurry up and send me the address."
Hearing his eager tone, Gu Zhao felt warm in his heart.
"good."
Gu Che asked, "By the way, whose phone is this?"
"Princess Carona's." He said.
When Gu Che heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
After a while, his thin lips parted slightly, "Don't run around, I'll pick you up tomorrow."
What's the matter with this coaxing tone?
Gu Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, he reported the address to him, and then hung up the phone.
He turned his head to look at Princess Carona, returned the phone to her, and smiled faintly, "Thank you."
Carona was hurt by his alienated tone again, and felt a little heartbroken.
Taking the phone, she forced a sweet smile on her face, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why don't you stay for two more days?"
Meeting her expectant eyes, Gu Zhao said tactfully, "Thank you for your care these days, but I still have something to do at home, I have to go back quickly."
He has already talked about this point, so Princess Carona can't force her to stay.
"Then take care of yourself." She said with a forced smile, a trace of disappointment flashed in her watery eyes.
"I'm leaving first, so I won't disturb your rest."
Gu Zhao pulled his lower lip and nodded.
The moment the door was closed, Karona stood in the corridor, the tears in her eyes could not help but fall.
Beth came over and said softly, "Princess."
Princess Carona sniffed, and raised her hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
"It's okay, let's go." She lifted her foot and left.
…
In the early morning, the sky is getting brighter.
A certain deserted island.
"Wow—"
"Wow—"
The waves beat against the rocks, rolling up layers of spray.
Suddenly, a voice of complaint sounded.
"Damn, what the **** is this place, it's freezing to death."
Under the tree, a slender figure paced back and forth.
Yu Wenfan gathered his coat, his hair was disheveled, and there were two or three wounds on his face. He looked extremely embarrassed.
He scratched his head and turned to look at the person lying on the ground beside him.
The faint light shone on the man's bewitching face, the fine and small scars were very conspicuous, his lips turned white, and even his breath became weak.
Yu Wenfan frowned, a little worried in his heart.
Could it be that he couldn't survive?
He approached, squatted down, and reached out to touch Fu Juncheng's forehead.
It seems that it is not as hot as before.
"Fu Juncheng, you must not die." He said to himself authentically.
"Although you are usually annoying and annoying, but without you arguing with me, I would be quite boring."
"But if you really can't make it through this, it's okay, you can go at ease, I happen to like your little girlfriend, and I will definitely try my best to chase her..."
"roll…"
The weak voice was hoarse just after waking up, low and cold.
Yu Wenfan immediately lowered his head, seeing those dark black eyes opened, he smiled pleasantly.
"Fu Juncheng, you finally woke up, I thought I had to attend to your funeral."
"..."
Will he chat?
Fu Juncheng closed his eyes, and was so angry that he coughed a few times.
"Ahem."
He breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously put his hands on the ground to sit up.
A burst of severe pain came from his right arm, and he frowned coldly.
"Take it easy, your right arm is injured, I took a lot of effort to stop the bleeding for you." Yu Wenfan stretched out his hand to help him, and glanced at his injured arm.
"There is nothing in this ghost place, if you drag the wound to bleed again, I can't save you."
Although I jumped off the boat at that time, I was still hit by the aftermath of the explosion, and it was inevitable that I would be injured.
But he was hurt more than he was.
Fu Juncheng sat up, leaning his back against the tree, and the simple movement of sitting up made him feel strenuous.
With a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, he narrowed his eyes and looked around.
"What is this place?"
"have no idea."
Yu Wenfan sat beside him, casually said, "I was on this deserted island when I woke up."
The two of them were lucky, but luckily they didn't die in the sea.
Fu Juncheng's low fever has not subsided, his head is a little groggy, "How long have we been here?"
Yu Wenfan said uncertainly, "It should be two or three days."
After hearing this, Fu Juncheng felt a bit worried in his deep eyes.
It's been so long, his little lion will definitely be anxious when he knows that something happened to him.
He touched his pocket with his uninjured hand, it was empty.
Yu Wenfan's voice rang in his ears, "Don't turn over, after floating in the sea for so long, everything in your pocket has been lost."
Looking teasingly at the ring on Fu Juncheng's hand, Yu Wenfan laughed, "But you wear this ring tightly."
The waves were so big that they didn't wash his ring away.
Fu Juncheng didn't speak, he stared at the ring on his hand, and the corners of his thin lips curled into an inconspicuous arc.
Yu Wenfan couldn't keep his mouth shut, and joked, "I thought you were so ruthless to outsiders. Are you killing relatives this time?"
Fu Juncheng tilted his head and looked at him puzzled, "Huh?"
"Stop pretending, isn't the person who fought with us your father-in-law?" Yu Wenfan looked directly at him with an expression of "I've seen everything through".
During the time he was in the capital, he heard a lot of gossip.
Fu Juncheng reacted to his words, and said in a casual tone, "He is not."
Yu Wenfan was startled, his head was stuck, "What do you mean?"
"Literally." Fu Juncheng said lightly, "Fake."
From his precious words, Yu Wenfan barely understood what he meant, and was slightly surprised.
Father-in-law can have a fake one?
No wonder Fu Juncheng was so happy to start.
As the cold wind hit from all directions, Yu Wenfan was shivering from the cold, and immediately lost his curiosity.
He rubbed his hands together, then put his hand to his mouth and let out a breath, "Fu Juncheng, hurry up and find a way to get out of here."
He would go crazy if he stayed in this place where the birds don't shit.
Fu Juncheng was silent, a sense of dizziness came to his head, he closed his eyes, his face was as pale as paper.
It was too late to wait for the person beside him to say anything, Yu Wenfan tilted his head, noticed that his face was not right, and asked anxiously, "Fu Juncheng, are you okay?"
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, took out a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured out the only two pills left in it.
He picked up one of them and stuffed it directly into Fu Juncheng's mouth.
"What is this?" Fu Juncheng opened his eyes, frowned and looked at the pill in his hand, the faint smell of medicine permeated his mouth.
"Life-saving medicine." Yu Wenfan curled his lips and said, "If it weren't for this, you thought your injured hand could stop the bleeding? A high fever would burn your brain into a fool."
Fortunately, he cleverly hid the bottle in a hidden pocket of his clothes and zipped it up, otherwise it would have fallen into the sea long ago.
