I donated 100 million at the beginning

"Such a big wave!"

"You say him, how dare you!"

"How dare you!"

"That's deadly!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Jingjing lay on Yang Mier's shoulder and burst into tears on the spot.

Yang Mier held Lin Jingjing in her arms, and her tears became more and more violent.

"My mother said that Hu Yibao is a long-lived person, so nothing will happen to him."

"He must come back safely."

"Most definitely."

not far away.

Jiang Gang stood there in a daze, looking at the sea with red eyes.

The sea is still heaving and the waves are still rough.

Up to now, Hu Yibao has not moved.

Ten minutes have passed.

No news has come yet.

"It's been more than ten minutes. Is the helicopter flying so slowly? I spent all these fucking years, did I raise a bunch of waste?!"

Lu Fuguo on the side was on the phone, his voice full of anger.

"Why hasn't my yacht arrived yet? I heard from you a few days ago that it's the fastest yacht in Qiongdao!"

"When raising wages, one is more active than the other."

"When you are really used, one inkblot is better than the other."

"3 minutes, I only give you 3 minutes, from now on, count down!"

"Within 3 minutes, whether it's a helicopter, a yacht, a speedboat, or something, it must appear in front of me."

"Mr. Hu Yibao must be sent back safely."

"It's done, everyone has a reward."

"Don't make excuses with me."

"I don't care what method you use, this time, if something happens to Hu Yibao, all of you, get the hell out of here!"

"Labor and management don't want to spend money and raise a bunch of waste!"

Lu Fuguo directly dropped the phone to the ground.

"Fuck, a bunch of trash!"

After finishing speaking, Lu Fuguo turned his head to look at Jiang Gangmeng, something that could make a real man freeze in place, staring ahead with red eyes.

Lu Fuguo knew that he could not comfort him.

So, like Jiang Gangmeng, he looked at the sea.

Look into the distance.

Looking at it, Lu Fuguo's eyes were also red, and he asked Jiang Gangmeng.

"Tell me, Mr. Hu, why did you do this?"

"Because what he saw was a life equal to his, which was in danger." Jiang Gangmeng replied.

Lu Fuguo didn't read many books, but he understood this sentence.

Eye sockets are redder!

"89!"

"90!"

"91!"

Hu Yibao was pressing Wang Bo's chest, silently counting the number of times.

Wang Bo's pulse was getting stronger and stronger.

""

"119!"

"120!"

The first 4 minutes passed.

Hu Yibao started the next round of artificial respiration.

But this time, Hu Yibao's complexion showed a bit of rare caution.

Because according to Hu Yibao's deduction, Wang Bo will wake up after 120 more presses.

The strength in the hands was slightly lowered.

Hu Yibao continued to press down.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

At this time, the sea gradually returned to calm.

The waves stopped hitting Hu Yibao and Wang Bo.

Their figures also gradually stabilized, without ups and downs.

For Hu Yibao, he could make himself more involved in performing artificial respiration on Wang Bo.

""