Chapter 27

  As soon as Ming Lang entered the lucky cabin, he first saw the thin and disheveled Lucky sleeping soundly on the bed like a soft sea sponge. Then, like a vigilant watchdog, he immediately sensed the abnormality in Lucky's room and faintly sniffed out the scent of his rival.

  There are signs that Kiyomi has been here, but where exactly are the signs? Minglang was puzzled again. Those things to eat had all disappeared, so Minglang couldn't see anything at all. The house that Kiyomi had tidied up had already returned to its original messy state. Dirty clothes were bunched up and thrown all over the place, socks and shorts piled high in a basin on the bed, books and newspapers stacked haphazardly on the headboard and table.

  Logically speaking, a lucky house should be like this, nothing is wrong, but why does it feel like something is not right?

  Minglang sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes searching around, but fortunately he was sleeping soundly and unconsciously turned over, his hand accidentally hitting Minglang's body, but this didn't affect him continuing to sleep.

  Looking at that tired, sallow face, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken. My hand touched Lucky's hand and it felt thinner. Originally, there wasn't much flesh on his body to begin with, now he was all skin and bones (a bit of an exaggeration).

  Ming Lang touched his waist again and thought to himself, "It's all gone, this bit of flesh is all gone, my little waist has thinned out."

  He looked for half a day but didn't find any evidence, and he stopped caring about that anymore. He carefully lay down beside Lucky, his hand gently resting on Lucky's waist, and hugged him from the side.

  As soon as he smelled the familiar scent on Lucky's body, his body touching the body that made him infatuated, his heart suddenly calmed down. Minglang wanted to say to Lucky, "Let's go back, I just want to hold you like this every day, smell you, touch you, it's great." What career, what future, what national affairs, none of that matters.

  The bright time is limited, the goods have been unloaded, and he has already called to urge him to leave. Fortunately, he hasn't woken up yet. Ming Lang knows he's too tired, so he can't bear to wake him up. He sat on the bed and looked at the person he had been thinking about day and night again, then left a note on the table, and finally put some food and things that Xing Yun brought for him on the table, and reluctantly left.

  Ming Lang brought food that delighted their work group for two days. From then on, they looked forward not only to Gong Xi's arrival but also to Ming Lang's.

  Ming Lang ran into Yu Su and Ding Ling in the corridor on his way out to eat, Ming Lang was in a hurry and only exchanged greetings with Yu Su, chatted for a couple of sentences before rushing off. On the helicopter, Xiao Ma asked Ming Lang, "Hey, I saw beautiful Ding staring at you just now, how was it? Any feeling? Got any?" Xiao Ma made a somewhat obscene gesture.

  "Which Dà Dà beauty? Which Dà Dà beauty?" Ming Lang was asked and was at a loss.

  The little horse was stunned on the spot, "You kid, you're too good at pretending, just now the person next to the one I was talking to."

  "Oh, I didn't notice." Minglang only then realized that he hadn't paid attention to whether there were any beautiful women around him for many years. Perhaps it's only when you meet someone you truly love that you can understand the phrase "Among the three thousand weak waters, take just one scoop to drink."

  "You can't really not have seen it, can you? I just don't believe it, unless you're not a man."

  "My god, you're not even human. It's a girl, I have to be careful, is that still a person? That's a beast." Ming Lang gave Little Horse a glance, completely disdainful of this guy who would react like this when he saw a woman.

  "You're the one who's a beast, Ding Ling is much more beautiful than that. Is it just a simple woman's problem? Ask those on the ship and our island who have seen her, which one doesn't like her? She's everyone's dream lover! She lives in my heart like a saint." A look of yearning appeared on Xiao Ma's tightly packed face, his eyes passing through the driver's shoulder, through the driving room, through the glass, through the blue sky, flying to that dreamed place.

  Ming Lang was disgusted by his lewd and dissolute expression, "I'm going to puke! You're disgusting me to death!"

  "It's disgusting, what a holy girl." Little Horse muttered softly, seeing that he was disliked and still unwilling to give up.

  Although the bright and deep ones are not to be believed, in fact, Ding Ling is indeed a very admired person among these male soldiers on this vast South China Sea. They really regard her as their dream lover, and having the opportunity to see her will excite them for a long time. In the usual evening stroll after dinner, the place with the most people on the deck must be where Ding Ling stands, and it is the same in the entertainment room. Wherever there is Ding Ling, there will always be a group of young men around her. Ding Ling's personality is cold and arrogant, and not easy to approach, so most people can't talk to her or even make eye contact.

  However, she has a hobby, which is playing table tennis, and she plays extremely well. At first, she would play with the young men on the ship who loved to play table tennis, but soon discovered that they were not even in the same league as her. After that, whenever someone asked her to play table tennis, she basically refused to play. When she had nothing to do, she would usually just read a book or sit at the bar and have a couple of sweet wines. Those young men who admired her didn't catch her eye at all.

  The nickname of Ice Beauty has spread out and everyone knows she is hard to pursue.

  Not long after, Gong Xi came again, and it was another plane that had been rubbed off by others. Huang Rong was curious, wondering who had such great ability, this South China Sea warship wasn't something that anyone could get on at will, and yet he came three days in a row.

  "It's confidential, I'll tell you when the time is ripe."

  Lucky sneered, "Cut it out, what's with the mysterious act, like I'm some kind of rare treasure."