Chapter 89 Flirting and Sleeping
Zhou Chenglei closed the book silently and glanced at Jiang Xia who was translating seriously at the desk.
He stood up calmly, hid the book and replaced it with another one.
But this one is a bit underwhelming.
Jiang Xia translated from seven o'clock until half past eleven before he stopped.
The mosquito coils have all burned out, and I have only translated a quarter of the book.
This is a book she has read both in the original and translated versions.
She turned around and saw Zhou Chenglei sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the original English book in his hand.
He would also be in a daze? Jiang Xia was a little surprised.
"What are you thinking about? Why aren't you sleeping?"
Jiang Xia glanced at the watch on the table and found that it was already half past eleven.
Zhou Chenglei came back to his senses and said calmly, "I'm reading a book, and I don't understand some parts."
Zhou Chenglei also knows a little foreign language. He suffered a great loss due to language barriers, which almost led to the failure of the mission. He likes to be in control of everything when doing things and doesn't like the feeling of being out of control, so he learned English, Russian, Korean and Vietnamese for the missions over the years.
He is not proficient in the subject, but he has no problem with listening, speaking and reading. At least he can guess roughly what he does not understand, but he may not be able to write everything correctly if asked to.
Some leaders even laughed at him and said that he was a diplomat who was delayed by his military service.
"Where?" Jiang Xia stood up and walked towards him, but his knee accidentally hit the table leg. His whole leg was numb and painful. Jiang Xia gasped: "Hiss!"
She bent over and rubbed her knees. Her feet were numb from sitting for so long, and the collision made them feel really sore!
Zhou Chenglei quickly dropped the book and stood up. He walked over, squatted down, and touched her knee: "Are you hurt? Let me take a look."
Jiang Xia: "No, my feet are numb."
Zhou Chenglei gave her a massage when she heard it, until she stopped: "Okay, it's not numb anymore, go to sleep, we have to go out to sea tomorrow."
She hadn't been out to sea for several days, so she wanted to go out to sea quickly to earn more money and buy a boat.
Zhou Chenglei stood up, picked her up and put her on the bed.
Their eyes met, even though they were already very close, Jiang Xia's heart couldn't help but pound.
Zhou Chenglei slowly lowered his head, but Jiang Xia thought that he had to get up at around four o'clock tomorrow, and it was already around eleven o'clock, almost twelve o'clock.
She turned her head away and pushed him: "It's too late. We have to go out to sea tomorrow. Can you go to bed early tonight? I'm sleepy."
Zhou Chenglei paused, then buried his head in her neck: "You can rest at home tomorrow, and I'll go out to sea, okay?"
"No." Jiang Xia refused.
He can do foreplay for an hour. He doesn't need to sleep tonight. He will be out at sea all day tomorrow. Fishing is a physical job. How can he bear not sleeping all night? Zhou Chenglei didn't say anything. After a long while, he responded softly, then got up, checked the mosquito net to see if there were any mosquitoes, turned off the light, and went back to bed and lay down, "Go to sleep!"
Jiang Xia turned sideways and hugged him with his arms and legs, resting his head on his arm: "It's a bit hot."
Feeling her active approach, Zhou Chenglei's depression and jealousy from the whole night finally dissipated a little.
He picked up the large sunflower fan and fanned her gently, and kissed her forehead.
Jiang Xia rested her head on his strong arms, raised her head and kissed his chin, pinching his earrings with her hands: "Remind me not to translate so late tomorrow night."
His fingertips brushed the back of her ears, Zhou Chenglei's Adam's apple moved, and he hugged her tightly: "Go to sleep quickly."
She just wanted to kill him!
Jiang Xia fell asleep peacefully after flirting with him.
Zhou Chenglei took a long time to relax, then looked at the person who was hugging him intimately and snoring slightly, and suddenly he felt relieved as he looked at her.
I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her, and kiss her again,...
After kissing her several times, he didn't even remember how many times, he put down the big sunflower fan, closed his eyes, put his arms around her waist, and soon fell asleep.
At about four o'clock the next day, the couple got up and went out to sea.
Jiang Xia did not go fishing this time. She wore a flashlight on her head and sat in the corner. She used the bottom of an inverted large bucket as a table and spread a clean cloth on it to translate.
Jiang Xia translated, Zhou Chenglei went fishing, and Zhou's father drove the boat.
Father Zhou was relieved to see the couple, one fishing and the other translating.
He had heard from Jiang's mother that Jiang Xia could earn 100 yuan for translating a thick book and 50 yuan for a thin one.
Both husband and wife are so diligent and work together, how can their life not be good?
He thought of his eldest daughter-in-law again. She was diligent, but too fussy. Yesterday at the dock, in front of A Lei, she intentionally or unintentionally said that Jiang Xia was partial to Zhou Zhou, and that the two old people were partial to Zhou Zhou and their youngest son. After the eldest son said something about this, the couple started quarreling again.
How can you make money if you keep quarreling every day? Yesterday, he and his eldest son went out to sea and only earned more than 30 yuan. The father and son only earned a dozen yuan. He saw that his youngest son fished for an hour and sold it for more than ten yuan.
The only bad thing is that being a memorial tablet is too hard!
While waiting for the fish to bite, Zhou Chenglei's eyes would not be on anywhere else except Jiang Xia.
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Just like now, the sky gradually brightens, the sun comes out, the morning light falls on Jiang Xia's body, and the soft hair brushes her fair little face, so beautiful and gentle!
Zhou Chenglei watched quietly and wanted to take a picture of this scene.
Father Zhou glanced at the fishing rod and coughed: "There's a fish on the hook!"
I've had enough of this. Even the fish was caught because of his tablet.
Zhou Chenglei withdrew his gaze and calmly pulled the fish up.
Another hour passed, and after Zhou Chenglei was reminded more than a dozen times by his father to only hook the fish when they appeared, he was finally able to pull up the net.
If he didn't raise the net again, he wanted to use the fishing rod to poke Zhou Chenglei's eyes out! Make him deaf and blind!
Jiang Xia put the books away, wrapped them in a plastic bag, and put them away to prevent them from getting wet or dirty.
When she saw that the father and son were having a hard time pulling the net, she knew that there were a lot of fish in the net.
I pulled it up and took a look, and it was true!
It went viral again!
A large bag of fish, all red, Jiang Xia asked in surprise while putting on gloves: "Is it another garoupa?"
Zhou Chenglei's arm muscles bulged, veins popping out: "No, it's a red snapper."
Because this fish is red, people in the village also call it red fish.
Father Zhou: "It's not as valuable as the garfish, but it's not bad either. I heard someone has successfully bred this fish, but I don't know how."
The father and son struggled to pull up a large bag of fish, poured it out, and covered the deck.
Jiang Xia immediately sat down to divide the fish. Zhou Chenglei tidied up the fishing net, lowered the net, and then divided the fish with Jiang Xia.
When the sun got brighter, they started to collect the nets again. The second net caught more than the first one! Another red flute eagle! Zhou Chenglei: "There aren't many of these fish in our area. How come we got so many today?"
Father Zhou: "The night before yesterday, when you were not here, the house shook a few times. I guess there was an earthquake across the sea, and the fish were scared away!"
Jiang Xia looked at Zhou's father in shock, "There was an earthquake?"
"It wasn't an earthquake, the house just shook a bit. The tiles didn't even fall off."
"Fortunately!" Jiang Xia was thankful. She was about to continue dividing the fish when she suddenly felt that the island in the distance was a little different today.
(End of this chapter)