Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

A hand lifted the curtain.

Mo Qing poked his head out, looking at Han Ling who was lying sideways on the sponge cushion.

He was about to climb over.

"do not come"

Han Ling stopped it.

She knew what Mo Qing wanted to do now.

Mo Qing stopped, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I think our progress is too fast," said Han Ling
Mo Qing was stunned, what is she singing now?

"I didn't think it through before, but now that I think about it, I think we should just keep our current relationship and proceed step by step."

"What is our relationship now?"

"More than friends, less than lovers"

"..."

Han Ling knew that what she said might make Mo Qing feel dissatisfied, but if she didn't say it now, she would have little chance to say it later.

She sat up, "Mo Qing, I haven't been in a relationship for more than [-] years, and I don't have many friends of the opposite sex around me."

"You're one of the few men who can make me open up"

"I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart right now. My mind is very chaotic. It will take a while to clear my mind."

"It also allows us to get to know each other better during this period"

After the brief passion before, Han Ling calmed down, and she found that her feelings for Mo Qing were actually complicated.

There is love, gratitude, and friendship.

He is very strong, with a wide range of knowledge, able to lead the team to overcome various difficulties on a desert island, and has strong leadership.

Sometimes it is very serious and meticulous in doing things.

Sometimes I joke, like a child.

Han Ling can count all the strengths and weaknesses in him, but she is not sure if she really loves him.

She has no experience in love, so she doesn't know about this.

The authorities are fascinated.

She is in a mess now.

Han Ling raised her head and looked at his face with the light of the fire outside the boat. She thought he would be angry.

After all, for any man, if the things he finally obtained fly away like this, no one will feel dissatisfied.

but no.

Mo Qing smiled slightly, "Well, there is always nothing wrong with thinking about it, but don't think too much at night, or you will suffer from insomnia."

He stroked her hair lovingly.

Han Ling's eyes flickered, and his smile was not mixed with any other emotions, neither dissatisfaction nor anger.

"Well, thanks"

"I'm going outside to help Yoshiaki deal with that python, he probably can't handle it by himself"

"it is good"

Han Ling lay back on the mattress, closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

Zhang Yiming was holding a multifunctional knife and was processing snake meat with Lin Yuyan.

Seeing Mo Qing coming out, he asked, "Old Mo, why are you running out when you're not sleeping?"

"kill the snake"

There was killing intent in Mo Qing's eyes.

In the next second, he grabbed the knife from Zhang Yiming's hand and stabbed the snake's corpse.

The two people next to him were dumbfounded.

What the hell is dealing with snake meat? This is clearly venting anger.

It's also due to the fact that the boa constrictor died quickly, but if it was alive, it would definitely suffer a lot.

Mo Qing didn't blame Han Ling, he respected her choice.

Women always have their own concerns in this regard, and perhaps they will choose to accept it because of a momentary emotional impulse.

But after calming down, they will think more.

So women are mostly fickle.

Mo Qing hated this snake so much that he would show up later if the damn thing appeared.

You ruined my beautiful night all the fuck.

He has already decided that he must have a whole snake feast tomorrow.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to calm his anger at the moment.

The next day, the light of dawn tore through the darkness.

Han Ling picked up the snake meat in the pot and looked at it carefully. She asked puzzledly, "Why does this snake meat have so many holes?"

Zhang Yiming, who was eating meat, subconsciously glanced at Mo Qing.

The latter drank the soup calmly.

"It was left during the battle last night. It's normal for the prey to have a few wounds," Mo Qing said lightly.

"How many? But why do I see these snake meat as if there are knife holes in every piece of meat?"

"Just like grilling, a few more cuts on the surface of the meat will help it taste better," Mo Qing explained.

"oh oh"

Han Ling didn't go any further and ate the snake meat silently.

Zhang Yiming recalled what happened last night.

Mo Qing took the multi-function knife and poked the whole snake from head to tail. That was no longer disposing of the snake's body, it was whipping the body.

Especially when the snake blood splashed on Mo Qing's body, he was like a killing god.

Thinking about it now, Zhang Yiming felt creepy.

As if lying on the ground and being flogged to death was himself.

After breakfast, Mo Qing and others reinstalled the horse that was blown down by the wind yesterday.

Yesterday's typhoon blew away all the horses they set up around them. This thing is the last line of defense in the camp.

Of course not to be sloppy.

In addition, Mo Qing had to re-enter the forest today.

When the typhoon came, all the traps he had left in the forest were probably scrapped.

Sure enough, when he walked to the place where the trap was installed before, it was already a mess.

He and Zhang Yiming spent a lot of effort to re-set traps at suitable places around them.

It was already noon when the two finished the last trap.

The typhoon seems to have taken away all the surrounding clouds, and the sky is cloudless at this moment.

The hot sun bakes the earth

In order to avoid heat stroke, the two were about to return to the camp, when suddenly, there was a strange noise not far away.

Could it be that the boa constrictor who escaped yesterday came for revenge again?

The two looked at each other, and pointed their spears at the source of the sound.

Mo Qing stared expectantly ahead, he very much hoped that it was the boa constrictor that escaped last night.

At this moment, the anger in his heart has not been exhausted.

Just looking for something to vent.

But to his disappointment, it wasn't a boa constrictor, nor any other beast.

But a familiar person.

"why you?"

Mo Qing looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.