Boss Husband, Control Yourself

Her face was too eye-catching. When she was on the trip, she used the custom-made human skin and face made by deer to camouflage her appearance. It was totally ordinary.

She told her last night, and then took advantage of the night to escape to the deck of the cruise ship, jumped down high.

She doesn't swim, doesn't paddle, let oneself deeply immerse in the deep sea, suffocation feeling let her pain beyond control, finally lost consciousness.

I don't know that it took her several centuries to get to the gate of death, and she began to recover her will. She heard the sound of the waves and the cry of the gulls. In addition, there is the voice of a man speaking in a strange language.

Mo Han tries to find the place where his facial features are, opens his eyes and sees a piece of blue. She lay on the deck, beside the sound of footsteps and work, and the noise.

Several dark faces suddenly appeared in front of her, wearing strange clothes and looking at her with questioning eyes. Then a group of people talked about something in a language she couldn't hear. One of the men pulled her up with a big hand full of cocoons, looked up and down, and asked her fiercely.

After training with the daytime horse for a long time, she developed a natural habit of self-defense and gave the five rough punches. About this period of time, the internal force suddenly rose, and the man was beaten straight back by her. He fell off the deck and fell directly into the sea.

Several men were surprised at first, and then their faces changed, teasing her. She didn't know whether it was good or evil. She was ready to fight. Suddenly a warm voice asked her in familiar language:

"Chinese?"

She followed the sound and saw a different Oriental face from those in front of her.

The pirate's dress gave him a gentle temperament, but the plump muscle curve made him manly.

Several men who had just provoked her confronted him, but their words and manners showed that they and he were partners, discussing something.

Chinese men use their language to communicate with them a few words, inadvertently show calm, exudes authority, but does not give people a strong sense of oppression. Several men walked away.

"If you have such a good skill, you're going to die?" The man said as he went to the deck to pull the canvas.

This is a medium-sized sailing boat, with simple equipment, disorderly stacking of wine barrels on the deck, chess and cards, as well as long and short knives and guns.

These people are wearing cowboy hats. Their clothes are full of the smell of sea water. The color of sea and soil looks dirty. They are all the traces of wind and sun. There are scabbards on the belt and boots. You can see that everyone has three or five kinds of knives.

It's pirates.

Mo Han looks at the man who helps her, "did you save me?"

The man wound the canvas rope a few times and tied it tightly to the pole. The canvas floated up with the wind and drove the boat. The light colored linen shirt swings with the sea breeze, and outlines his thick biceps. It's strange that it is not out of harmony with his beautiful face.

The man took a piece of paper from the box on the deck and handed it to her. It's a pancake.

Seeing that she didn't accept it, the man said with a leisurely smile: "no matter you thank me or hate me, since you are still alive, you don't want to live well if you can't die!"

Just as the sun was setting, the sun was at the back of his head. Looking up from her angle, she saw that the sun had scattered a layer of aperture on his face. Even in his savage pirate suit, he looks like an angel with a smile?

It's the first time she's ever looked at a man with appreciation. Mo Han is scared by his own moment's strange idea, micro can't lightly pretend to be cold, don't turn to ignore him. Anyway, what she's good at is isolation.

The man walked away, Mo Han didn't care. From her experience of indifference, any man can't stand her attitude of rejecting thousands of miles for too long. Over time, even if he likes her beauty again, he will stay away.

What's more, she's attached to people, skin, face and furniture, and her appearance is not vulgar.

After a while, the man went back to the deck, and Mo Han Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a guy in his hand... A stove. He makes a fire for the stove. It's a skill to make a fire in the strong wind. At this time, the canvas is rattling by the wind. Mohan laughs in his heart. What a fool.

However, this idea soon disillusioned. A few matches in his hand scratched his thigh jeans and made a few fine marks. The man skillfully throws the flame into the place of the stove carbon pile, and soon the fire starts. Because of the small gap in the furnace, the wind can not only extinguish the fire, but also bring oxygen to the fire to support combustion.

After a while, a faint smell came, coke flavor, mixed with a touch of flowers and plants. The man handed the hot pancake to her.

Although she didn't sell well, the smoky smell of the cake really made her want to eat. And the smell of this cake is still fresh.

Mo Han took it, and it was really hot. After taking it for a while, he took it in another hand, rubbing his fingers to cool off.

The face is very common, but the skin of fingers is smooth and tender. One year before she entered the master training, she followed the daytime horse, and her limbs and body were worn out a lot of injuries. After the injuries were healed, they were either scars or cocoons. Later, the night horse took her, often gave her some medicine for abrasions, and asked the deer to inject nutrition liquid for her body recovery, so that her skin could heal faster. So her fingertips are like many 16-year-old girls, with pink.

She can't shake her all the time. At this time, she shows some embarrassment, but still tries to restrain the unbearable burning. Men think it's very interesting. Naturally, he took the pancake in her hand. His hands were white and slender. Besides his skin was rough like a man, his hand shape was very beautiful. The man broke the cake in half, revealing the brown stuffing inside, which was fragrant“ Rose cake. " As he spoke, he wrapped the cake in a thicker piece of paper and handed it to her again. She bit, the taste is really different, the heat of the flowers smoked more intense. She had no interest in where they came from or where they were going. Pirates are all over the world. The deadline for YEMA to carry out her task is coming. It's only two days away, and she has to go back. At this time, she is at a loss and does not know what to do and what to do in the future. She always leads a purposeful life, and the training in the base fosters her sense of time urgency, but at this time, she suddenly feels that it's good to spend a period of time like this. At least this man is not harmful. She just stayed quiet and left sooner or later. On the first day, she almost sat on the deck and made herself a sculpture. Several foreign men tell her what to say. They can't read the meaning in her eyes. She just subconsciously alienates them.