Ugly Girl Picking a Husband

Chapter 145 Get Ready
Mu Jing really wanted to remind Mu Xiaoxiao to be careful, especially Lan Yan—but how could she say this kind of reminder to herself, if she said it, it would clearly prove that she cared about Lan Yan.

Mu Jing felt that she had to be more careful and check Huairou'er's movements, so as to help Lan Yan get ready.

……

Lan Yan and Mu Xiaoxiao ignored Huai Rou'er.

They already knew deeply that this woman is like a sticky cake, once it sticks on, it will definitely make her whole body sticky, and she won't be able to get rid of it...

They've already been hurt by it.

However, Lan Yan naturally didn't take Huai Rou'er's words to heart, a woman looking for trouble--
But Mu Xiaoxiao felt that she seemed to be referring to something, and what she was referring to, she didn't understand...

After thinking about it again, such a woman often turns black and white upside down, pointing a deer into a horse, so why should I be serious with her, instead I fell for her tricks.

So, in an instant, I was relieved...

Mu Xin and the first mate heard nothing, and didn't think much about it.

Because Huai Rou'er is more related to Lan Yan, it is actually more beneficial to the two of them, they all know this.

In fact, in a sense, they and Huairou'er are considered "comrades in arms", although this kind of comrades in arms is a bit wretched.

But the truth is true, what she and Mu Jing want is Lan Yan, what the first mate and Mu Xin want is Mu Xiaoxiao, each has its own goals, not conflicting, but beneficial.

Even if they hear something, they will only hold it in their hearts.

No one knows how far this pair of lovers who are precarious in the wind and rain and full of temptation all the time can go.

Anyway, everyone is staring at it eagerly. Once there is an opportunity, they will naturally see the needles and never miss it. Love, if you miss it, you really won’t have it.

This is also war.

……

The boat continued to move forward, and everyone stopped talking, just thinking about their little thoughts.

After rowing for about an hour, there is still no end...

The sailors were no longer whistling with the vigor they had at first.

Could it be that I chose the wrong direction... Many people have this question in their hearts, but they just didn't ask it.

"Brothers, hold on, every waterway has an end. If it doesn't work, at least know that this road won't work, then there's only one left!"

The first mate saw what the sailors were thinking, so he offered words of comfort. ---
(End of this chapter)