Fisherman's Secret

Good things happened again and again, and within a few days, Fang Jing asked someone to contact him to buy a boat. It was a second-hand ocean-going tugboat, 38.5 meters long, 9 meters wide, 2800 horsepower, and could last for 28 days.The original owner of the ship was also used to assist in marine salvage work. Because the company’s profitability was not good and the owner planned to engage in other industries, the transfer was made at an ultra-low price of 230 million.

If it is a newly built ship of the same specification, it will definitely not be able to buy it without eight figures.

Although the farmhouse has been built, and it seems that the business is not too bad, but the farmhouse is just a way for him to arrange for himself. In the future, after Fang's father's prosthetic limbs are installed, he can make a living when he comes back. For now, he still has to let go of his work. In ocean exploration and salvage of sunken ships, it is necessary to have an ocean-going tugboat with excellent performance.

Fang Jing dealt with the matter of the farmhouse, told Ye Chi to take a good look at the store, and took Cen Jiu to see the boat the next day.

The boat stopped at the pier of another coastal city, more than 500 kilometers away from Jingcheng.

When Fang Jing first saw the tugboat named Alicia at the pier, he liked it very much.The boat was parked among a bunch of old or new fishing boats, like a shy lady standing under the setting sun, quiet and elegant.

Alicia was built in 89. It is a bit old and has experienced too many storms. No matter how hard the owner maintains it, the hull shell will inevitably be engraved with the traces of time. The facilities are very complete, and it can be seen that the owner of the ship has taken great care in maintenance, and the most important procedures are also very complete. Fang Jing can go to sea directly after getting it. This alone saves Fang Jing a lot of trouble.

The more than 200 million sellers of porcelain flew out as if they had grown legs before they warmed up in their pockets.

When can he really become a rich man?

Fang Jing looked at the tugboat in front of him with great heartache, which almost cost him his fortune, and thought to himself that it's a good thing he has the golden finger of Bubbles, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to afford it.

Because Alicia is an old ship, and the horsepower is not too strong, the original owner was eager to sell it and sold it cheaply. Speaking of which, he still picked up a big bargain, otherwise the tugboat with 4500 horsepower, even if it is a second-hand boat , Don’t ask if you don’t have 2000 or [-] million questions.

After getting the new boat, Fang Jing saw the rapid decline in the bank account, and there was only less than [-] in the account balance. After getting the new boat, Fang Jing was in no hurry to drive back. After all, it was an old boat, although the owner must have repaired it a little before selling it. After a while, Fang Jing was still a little worried, so he asked someone to overhaul the boat inside and out, for maintenance and replacement.

In the evening, Fang Jing didn’t bother to go to the hotel, anyway, the beds in the cabin were ready-made, Fang Jing just cleaned the cabin again, bought clean sheets and pillows, made the bed and slept directly with Cen Jiu on the boat at night.

To be honest, he is also worried, what if someone drives his boat away when he is not around?He has invested almost all his current wealth into this boat, and he can't wait to be tied to the boat all the time.

Fang Jing stood on the deck, touching this and that for a while, he couldn't put it down.

As night falls, the fishing fires dotted in the distance are fishermen returning late.

Lights were also turned on on the Alicia, and a square table and two wooden benches were placed on the deck.

Fang Jing was wearing slippers, sitting on a low wooden stool, gnawing on the chicken feet that Cen Jiu bought from outside, and a pile of chicken bones on the plate at hand.

"It is said that the chicken feet in this restaurant are well marinated. The ancestral recipe is really delicious, and the bones are crisp." Fang Jing praised while eating.

Cen Jiu didn't raise his head: "It's not as delicious as your stew."

Fang Jing smiled and said, "I'm just doing it casually. I can't compare to their craftsmanship." That's what he said, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Cen Jiu thought about it for a while, and said with certainty: "It's not as delicious as your cooking."

Because the hidden guards have their own talent to hide their body shape skills, Cen Jiu usually has a very low sense of presence, and he seldom talks, let alone sweet words, which are benefits that he cannot enjoy at all, but occasionally he said something like this If you speak stupidly, Fang Jing's heart will be extra soft, like tofu, it will rot if you poke it.

Knowing that it must be because of Cen Jiu's love for Wu and Wu that he insisted that the food he made was better than other time-honored lo-mei, Fang Jing felt happier.

He stretched himself, stood up and moved his body, and said, "Go to bed early after eating, and we will sail back tomorrow."

It will take more than ten hours to drive back to Jingcheng from here!

"En." Cen Jiu replied, wrapped the chicken bones in a plastic bag, got off the boat and threw them into the trash can at the pier.

Back on the boat, Fang Jing had already taken a shower and was sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his tablet.

Seeing him coming in, Fang Jing didn't raise his head: "You're back?"

Cen Jiu walked over, sat down next to Fang Jing, and glanced at the computer screen: "Video with Xiao Le?"

Seeing Cen Jiu in front of the screen, Xiao Le happily said, "Brother Jiu."

Cen Jiu gave a cold "hmm" as a greeting.

Fang Jing pushed him and said, "Go take a shower and go to sleep, tomorrow we have to sail all day."

Cen Jiu lightly swept Fang Jing's exposed arms and legs, took out a shirt from his travel bag and threw it on Fang Jing, saying without any explanation: "It's cold at night, put it on."

Fang Jing: "..."

Well, in the central part of China in October, the temperature at night is really not too high.

But Fang Jing is sure that the reason for Cen Jiu's persistence is definitely not because of the temperature.

Fang Xiaole is his own brother!When he was a child, he often bathed Fang Xiaole!

Fang Jing glared at Cen Jiu, and urged him impatiently: "Understood, hurry up and take a bath."

Cen Jiu took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Fang Xiaole asked curiously, "Brother, did you really buy a big tugboat? It's bigger than the one Dad bought back then?"

"Dad bought a fishing boat back then, so it's incomparable." Fang Jing laughed and asked, "How are you adapting to school? Are you getting along well with your classmates? Can you keep up with the teacher's lectures? You can live well in Auntie Cheng's house. Not used to it?"

Fang Xiaole blinked and said, "Fortunately, I was not used to it at first, but now it's much better. The teacher also takes good care of me, and asks me every time if I understand. By the way, brother, I also handed it over. A few friends, we made an appointment to play football together in the afternoon." He murmured, "They are all taller than me and stronger than me, and I always lose in games."

Fang Jing was dumbfounded, thinking it was a matter of course, this is a racial advantage!Orientals are generally one size smaller than Westerners.

Fang Xiaole stayed in the United States for nearly a month, except that she lost a little weight and didn't seem to have changed much. She seemed to be quite happy and should have adjusted well in school, so Fang Jing felt relieved.

No matter what, Fang Xiaole is only 13 years old. She is alone in a foreign country with no relatives around her. She lives in the home of a stranger she doesn't know. Fang Jing is already ready for Fang Xiaole to cry, but now it seems that , the situation is much better than he imagined.

"We, Xiao Le, are really good. We have made friends in just a short time." Compared with Fang Xiaole's achievements, Fang Jing valued this more, and even felt a sense of gratification and disappointment that my son had grown up. In just one month, he quickly adapted to a completely unfamiliar life without being squeezed out by others, which is enough to prove that this child has a strong ability to adapt to society. Even if he has no future, at least he will not be eliminated by society.

To be able to do this would not be in vain for Fang Jing to spend so much money sending him abroad as an exchange student.

Seemingly dissatisfied with his perfunctory tone for children, Fang Xiaole curled her lips, thinking of something, and said: "By the way, brother, Auntie Cheng said that she would drive me to see my parents on weekends. Parents and you video, you remember to spare time when the time comes."

"Okay, okay." Speaking of which, his parents have also been in the United States for half a month, and they don't know how they are doing, whether his father's prosthetic limbs have been installed, and how they are adapting.

Fang's father and Fang's mother are old-fashioned fishermen. They don't know as much about the application of modern electronic technology as Fang Xiaole. At least Fang Xiaole can use the computer to video with him, but Fang's father and the others don't.The last time I contacted Fang's father and the others was after they arrived in the United States, Li Junxin took a look at him during the video call. He didn't know how the old man and the old lady were doing now, and Fang Jing was also very concerned.

There was a male duck calling Ricky's name outside, and Fang Xiaole frequently looked out the window.

Knowing that this must be the friend Fang Xiaole mentioned earlier who made an appointment to play together, Fang Jing saw Fang Xiaole's fidgeting look, and said with a smile: "Go and play, we can still continue the video on weekends."

Could it be that his little brother who has always had a brother fetish finally has a little friend who can play with him, of course he needs to be encouraged more.

The expression on Fang Xiaole's face struggled for a while, and in the end, Fang Jing's status in his heart was higher than that of playing ball, and he said: "The ball can be played tomorrow, and playing with them, I can't even touch the ball every time. A pile of human legs."

Fang Jing imagined that Fang Xiaole was standing among a bunch of burly Americans, seeing how his legs couldn't see the ball, and couldn't help laughing.

"Brother—" Fang Xiaole said angrily, "I hate it, I'm going to play, I won't tell you anymore."

The sound of water in the bathroom has stopped, Cen Jiu guessed that he had finished taking a shower.

Fang Jing held back his smile and said, "Okay, you can go and play, I'm going to bed too, and I have to sail for a day tomorrow."

Fang Xiaole hummed and went offline, Fang Jing watched Fang Xiaole's profile picture on the penguin dim, and turned off the computer boredly.

Cen Jiu came over, took the computer from his hand, stuffed it into his bag, stood by the bed and looked at him: "What did you say to Xiao Le, so happy?"

"I didn't say anything." Fang Jing said that he wanted to hug Cen Jiu, but Cen Jiu took a step back and said, "Wait, I'm too cold."

Fang Jing leaned towards him, touched his hand, then touched his chest, it was cold, and there was a chill coming out.

"It's already October, don't wash in cold water." He lifted the quilt and signaled Cen Jiu to go to bed, "Come on, I'll cover you, it will be hot in a while."

Cen Jiu responded noncommittally, and after using his inner strength, he felt warm all over his body in a short while.He sat on the bed, hugged Fang Jing in his arms, stroked his earlobe, and sprayed warm breath on Fang Jing's face.

"Are you going to bed today?" Cen Jiu put his hands on Fang Jing's thin waist back and forth, his slightly callused fingers seemed to have been electrified, Fang Jing felt itchy and comfortable.

Fang Jing hesitated a little.

Their boat was parked at the pier. This season was the golden season for eating seafood. There were few boats at the pier, but there were still three or two boats parked nearby.Moreover, Cen Jiu has great physical strength. Fang Jing would be so addicted every time he did it. Although he was keen to sleep with Cen Jiu, it didn't mean that he was willing to perform the seiyuu version of the live erotic palace on the pier.

"Tomorrow I'm going to sail for a day." Fang Jing kissed Cen Jiu's lips, thinking about the long day tomorrow, and felt that it's best to recharge his spirits tonight.

"But I want to sleep with you." Seeing that he didn't immediately agree, Cen Jiu's tone was a little disappointed.

Seeing the rare disappointment on the usually indifferent Jun's face, Fang Jing immediately felt guilty.

When Cen Jiu followed him, he had nothing and gave him nothing. Even sleeping, which Cen Jiu was most fond of, was rare because of the difference in physical fitness between the two of them and family trivial matters. A few times, Cen Jiu cared for him and patiently cooperated with him, and he himself was rarely satisfied.

"Or, I'll use my hands..." Fang Jing's original determination not to go to sleep suddenly became less firm.

Cen Jiu's young body is also very attractive to him.

"No need." Cen Jiu kissed him, held him in his arms with one hand, and stretched out the quilt with the other hand to turn off the light.

It was dark in the cabin.

Taking advantage of the moonlight outside the window, Fang Jing touched the corner of Cen Jiu's mouth, gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt and slid down.

Cen Jiu's eyes widened in surprise, and then he pulled Fang Jing out with force.

"I like you, and I love you so much when I see you." Under the moonlight, Cen Jiu lowered his eyes, with that shy expression of embarrassment on his face, "I don't just want to sleep with you."

Because I like it, I want to sleep together, and I want to be more intimate with him, so close that I hope to blend into each other's body, regardless of each other.

"I know." Fang Jing smiled.

He was not a person with strong desires before, but a not-so-sweet love word from Cen Jiu, or even an inadvertent gesture, could arouse the deepest desire in his heart.

Fang Jing caressed Cen Jiu's smooth and beautiful chest. Cen Jiu felt agitated by his touch, grabbed his hand, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Do you want to sleep or not?"

Cen Jiu's eyes were shining brightly, and under the moonlight, there was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

Fang Jing's heart softened suddenly.He hugged Cen Jiu's waist and slowly straddled Cen Jiu.

It was very difficult to enter the unlubricated body. Fang Jing tried his best to relax his body, but still gasped in pain.

Cen Jiu was not much better than him, the hand clasping Fang Jing's waist was tightened, the muscles on the arm were tense, Fang Jing's slow movements seemed to slow down his senses, finally Cen Jiu couldn't help turning over, Pressing Fang Jing under his body, he twitched once and for all.

Fang Jing hugged Cen Jiu's back, and gradually lost consciousness under Cen Jiu's powerful impact.

One night, a strange thing happened at the pier of Baishui City. It was clear that the sea was calm, but the current in the port was turbulent. coming.