Chapter 43 You Have Caught a Cold

'I don't mind if you call me Yan Rusheng or Yan San from now on...'

Yan Rusheng's cold reminder flashed in her mind.

She covered her face with her hands, her eyes feeling particularly sour.

‘Your name is Xuxu, my name is Rusheng, and together we are Xuxusheng. I don’t want to have anything to do with you, a stinky girl, so don’t call me Rusheng, or don’t call me Xuxu. ’

‘Who cares about having anything to do with you? From now on I will call you Ah Sheng just like I call Ah Heng. ’

'Ah Sheng...A Sheng...'

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"Hey, Wen Xuxu, you have a high fever. Go back and sleep."

Wen Xuxu fell asleep in the memories of those green years.

When she heard a familiar voice calling her, she opened her eyes drowsily, and a blurry face appeared in front of her.

who is it? Such a gentle voice could only belong to Ah Heng, and only Ah Heng would speak softly to her when she was sick.

"Ah Heng, Ah Heng, is that you?" She reached out and grabbed his arm, a warm smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and crystal tears shone in her eyes.

The hot little hands grasped his arm tightly, and his heart tightened, but his face turned cold when she called him Ah Heng.

"Wen Xuxu, Jiang Zhuoheng doesn't want you anymore, can you have some backbone?" Yan Rusheng gritted his teeth and angrily pulled away the hand held by Xuxu.

"Yan Rusheng?" Wen Xuxu finally heard Yan Rusheng's voice and sobered up a lot.

She opened her eyes and looked at Yan Rusheng's face, a little surprised.

Yan Rusheng had already stood up straight at this time, looking down at her condescendingly, like an ice sculpture, the coldness was overwhelming.

Seeing Xuxu's eyes looking over, he raised his lips and mocked, "What? You still expect Jiang Zhuoheng to come to this broken island to surprise you?"

Stupid woman, so naive. Is she acting in a bloody idol drama?

Wen Xuxu was used to his cynicism, so she curled her lips indifferently, did not answer his words, and then turned to look into the water.

A small wooden boat docked next to it.

"Get on the boat." Yan Rusheng ordered her and jumped on the boat first.

The boat shook violently, and Xuxu stepped out, not daring to get on. He wanted to wait until the shaking was a little smaller before getting on.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rusheng suddenly reached out and grabbed one of her hands and pulled her up.

"Come on, dawdle."

Wen Xuxu was so frightened that she clung to Yan Rusheng's hand. She looked down at the boat. Only when it stopped shaking did she let go, found a place, and sat down carefully.

After sitting down, she held her chin with one hand and looked at Yan Rusheng, who was sitting opposite and rowing the boat, with some curiosity, "Where did this boat come from?"

Those fishermen just now chased them as thieves. Even if they didn't chase them when they saw them again, they would definitely not lend them another boat.