Chapter 127 This is the best arrangement from God

Su Meng instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, murmuring even in her sleep, "Huangyan Island, to Huang..."

The voice was light and airy, as if it were drifting from a distant horizon.

Huo Zhenhua turned his head to gaze at her small, palm-sized face, feeling the feather-lightness in his arms. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously hugged her tighter.

I was afraid the sea breeze would blow her away.

His gaze swept over the dark circles under her eyes, her disheveled hair, the bloodstains on the back of her hand from the thorns, and her chapped lips, and his heart ached faintly.

If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have stopped her and let her come along to rescue Yao Hongjun's son.

Or leave her at the research institute.

Ultimately, it was my mistake that caused her suffering.

Huo Zhenhua sighed with self-reproach, picked up Su Meng as if she were a precious treasure, and pressed her against his chest, leaving only her back and the back of her head exposed.

With his right hand, he hooked her medicine box and walked towards the ship first.

"Let's go! Let's go back first!"

Wang Qinglin led a few brothers to make a makeshift stretcher, lifted Liu Sheng up, and followed.

He said happily, "We sent one boat out and sent two boats back. We made a profit!"

Another soldier said, "Thank God! We went to great lengths to intercept it, but we got it so easily."

"Being lucky is better than being early; this is the best arrangement from heaven."

Wang Qinglin grinned: "Well said!"

They painstakingly devised one plan after another, deploying a large number of people, but still failed to intercept the ship.

To meet someone so easily and by sheer chance is nothing short of a coincidence!

Huo Zhenhua looked down at the sleeping little girl and tightened his grip on her arm.

He knew that all of this was related to the person in his arms.

Upon hearing the gunshots, he rushed onto the island immediately, and as he climbed to the top of the mountain, he habitually scanned the surroundings.

They saw the scene of Su Meng and the others confronting each other, and they also saw the beach below the mountain and the wooden blocks emerging from the sand dunes, but they didn't see any ship.

But just as he and Su Meng reunited, the ship appeared the instant he turned around.

He suddenly remembered the origin of the gourd pendant.

It was given to him by a crazy monk when he was a child, who said it was a token of love from his wife.

"Your wife is very fortunate."

The gourd pendant will automatically return as soon as she appears.

Otherwise, don't even think about taking it off.

Good luck, young man!

He certainly didn't believe it.

No matter whether he used scissors or a dagger to cut, the gourd pendant and the rope remained as still as steel bars around his neck.

However, after being tricked and having close contact with Su Meng at the Su family home, he immediately discovered that the gourd pendant had disappeared.

He suspected that Su Meng had picked up his gourd pendant.

But there is no evidence.

Now, seeing the gourd-shaped pendant mark on Su Meng's wrist, I understand perfectly well what's going on.

So this was her destined wife.

A pleased smile appeared on his lips, and he was overjoyed.

No wonder he was captivated by her at first sight; perhaps this was fate's arrangement.

After settling Liu Sheng in, Wang Qinglin returned to find Huo Zhenhua standing on the deck like a dazed man, holding Su Meng, staring blankly at her.

His heart ached, and he mustered his courage to kindly remind him, "Commander, it's windy outside, let Comrade Su go back and rest."

Huo Zhenhua snapped out of his daze, grinning with his bright white teeth, "Okay!"

Wang Qinglin was so frightened that he took two steps back, rubbed his arms, and followed behind with his neck hunched, complaining, "Commander, your smile is too creepy. Don't smile like that next time."

Otherwise, we might scare Comrade Su away, which would be a greater loss than gain.

Huo Zhenhua paused, glanced down at the person breathing evenly, and said with a rare moment of naivety, "Hmm!"

Wang Qinglin pointed incredulously at the retreating figure, grabbed the person next to him, and asked in alarm, "Xiao Wu, what happened to our commander?"

Xiao Wu chuckled, "So what if they've fallen in love? What's the big deal?"

After saying that, he looked Wang Qinglin up and down and said, "Comrade Wang, you're probably not married yet, are you?"

Wang Qinglin nodded honestly, "Luckily I didn't, otherwise I would have become neurotic, tsk tsk, how terrifying!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the door in front opened, and a person blocked their way.

"What's all the noise about? Be careful!"

Huo Zhenhua remained as cold as ever, his dark eyes sweeping over the scene with a chilling intensity.

Xiao Wu glanced at Wang Qinglin discreetly and saw that he looked constipated, so he tried his best to suppress his laughter.

Sensing Huo Zhenhua's sharp gaze, he subconsciously straightened his back and tensed up.

"Wang Qinglin!"

"arrive!"

"Go take the helm and return to camp."

"yes!"

"Wu Mingda, take charge of guard duty!"

"yes!"

After giving the order, Huo Zhenhua turned around and went back into the room.

The team leader, who usually liked to do everything himself, unusually became a hands-off manager.

Wang Qinglin sighed at the closed door, "Let's go! Carry out the orders!"

After giving his orders, Huo Zhenhua returned to Su Meng's bedside and sat there as straight as a statue.

His stern features softened considerably, and his usually aloof eyes seemed to be filled with a warm spring, gazing at the sleeping face with tender affection and unbridled passion.

He held the small hand with the gourd mark on its wrist in his palm.

Her small hands were so soft and boneless that he subconsciously softened his grip again and again.

It was as if I were holding a rare treasure, afraid that it would shatter if I exerted the slightest force.

There was never a moment when his heart was so at peace.

He thought it was time to confess his feelings.

He wanted to protect her openly and honestly, and stay with her for the rest of his life.

He's a living, breathing person; he can't be outdone by a gourd pendant, can he?

Thinking this to himself, he stared at the lifelike gourd pendant on her wrist and couldn't help but lower his head and kiss it.

But the moment her lips touched the skin of her wrist, Su Meng cried out in alarm, "No!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, high-pitched and trembling.

Startled, he looked up abruptly and glanced at her in a panic.

Seeing that she still had her eyes closed, her brows were furrowed, and her lips were moving as if she was saying something but didn't say anything.

His heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, slowly calmed down.

He thought he had been caught red-handed and that she had rejected him.

Huo Zhenhua rubbed his burning earlobes, leaned closer, and whispered, "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng..."

Su Meng seems to be having a nightmare!

Her lips kept moving, and her head slowly began to sway from side to side, as if she were arguing with someone, or as if she was trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

Her facial muscles were tense, making her porcelain-white face appear even paler.

Huo Zhenhua frowned, gently placing his fingers on her furrowed brows, trying to help her dispel the gloom in her dream.

"Xiaomeng, wake up, wake up!"

But the person seemed not to hear, shaking their head even faster and more violently, with glistening tears rolling down from the corners of their eyes and sliding into the hair at their temples.

Silently and without a sound.

Just like when she saw Liu Sheng fall in front of her, shielding her from a bullet, she was powerless and could only hold him and cry helplessly.

The dimple on his left cheek seemed to be filled with bitterness.

The boundless bitterness pressed down on the past, turning the dimples of the gourd into a flat plate.

It's been crushed!

Huo Zhenhua felt a pang of sadness. As if possessed, he leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye, inhaling drop after drop of her bitter tears.

Su Meng struggled in her sleep when she suddenly sensed a familiar presence approaching.

The next second, a soft and warm touch came from the corner of my eye. I was startled, my blood boiled as if boiling water was boiling, and my eye corner burned red.

The tears were even hotter.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils revealing a pair of enlarged peach blossom eyes, those familiar sword-like eyebrows, and distinct eyelashes.

At that moment, she clearly saw her own shadow fill his entire pupil.

Strangely, I didn't see the vortex in his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were calm and serene.