I'm married to the mysterious Emperor Shao

Chapter 82 Landing on the Island
After a while, Gu Shiyou walked back to the driver's seat and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Send a few people to Lingyun Island tomorrow to secretly protect Bao'er."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Shiyou drove away as if nothing had happened.

……

The next day.

Lan Bao'er simply packed up a few clothes, then took a car with Ling Shuang'er to the pier, bought a ticket and boarded the ship.

Just like that, they staggered across the strait, and the two landed on Lingyun Island.

There is still a distance from the wharf to my grandmother's house, and I need to take a tricycle to get there.

The two sisters called two tricycles and continued on their way.

Lan Baoer sat on the tricycle and looked at the scenery on both sides of the road. It was the same as when he came two years ago. The island has basically not changed much.

Passing by an abrupt factory, Lan Baoer asked curiously, "What kind of factory is this? I didn't see it last time."

Ling Shuang'er saw the factory, "It seems to be a pharmaceutical factory, and it has only been opened in the past two years. I don't know what kind of pharmaceutical factory it is, and I don't think it is troublesome to transport materials, so it must be opened on our island."

These words aroused Lan Baoer's suspicion.

The island is very small, and there are no special plants on the island, let alone medicinal materials, so it is impossible for pharmaceutical factories to find medicinal materials directly from this island. No one has opened a pharmaceutical factory on the island for decades .

If it is to transport raw materials from the mainland, it is not only troublesome, but also to consider the typhoon weather. In short, it is tens of thousands of times better to open a pharmaceutical factory in the countryside of the mainland than on this island.

What kind of pharmaceutical factory has to be opened on this little-known island?

Just as he was fascinated by his thoughts, a black convertible car suddenly drove out of the pharmaceutical factory, and a young man with tattoos was sitting in the car, his hair was dyed in various colors, and his ears were also covered with earrings.

Lan Baoer immediately asked, "Who is that?"

Ling Shuang'er seemed to dislike this man very much, and said with a look of disgust: "Ghost knows who he is, he drove around the island in that broken car all day long, almost hit people several times, and he even drove the neighbor The dog that the family has raised for more than ten years ran over and died, without a word of apology, just threw thousands of dollars on the ground, you don't know how disgusting this person is!"

"Isn't he from the island?"

"Absolutely not. Young people our age on the island have all gone out to work. I doubt that man is a gangster. I often hear the sound of a group of men drinking in the pharmaceutical factory, but I can't hear what they say. I understand, I don’t know where the dialect is from.”

As soon as the words fell, the uncle who drove the tricycle couldn't help but interjected: "They came from the mainland. I have driven them many times. This group of people sells medicines on the mainland. Basically everyone buys medicines on the mainland. It’s a pity that they can’t be transported to our island.”

Lan Baoer immediately asked: "Uncle, what kind of medicine are they selling?"

"I don't know about that. They say it's an ancestral secret medicine. Who knows what it is. I haven't seen them selling this medicine on the island until now..."

Ancestral secret medicine?

Lan Baoer just wanted to hehehe.

This unseen medicine is probably harmful, right?
A few minutes later, grandma's house arrived.

After paying the fare, Lan Baoer couldn't wait to walk into her grandmother's house, and saw a lonely old figure in the yard.

The old man's mottled hands were slowly weaving the fishing net, and his ears were not working well because of his age, so he didn't even know someone came in.

Seeing this scene, Lan Baoer felt a little sore in her heart, walked over and knelt down in front of her grandmother.

"Grandma, I'm back."

"Boa?"

　I don’t know how many people will still be able to read my book. The original intention of writing this article was to write about an undercover reporter, a big president who mainly focuses on the plot and supplemented by romance, but I am afraid that no one will read it, so I added it at the beginning. After some bloody plots, it seems that everyone only likes to watch romance?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)