Chapter 625 Fu Jingchuan sailing

Perhaps because she was on the ship as soon as she woke up, all of Shiyang's memories started to accumulate again on the ship. It was similar to what a young bird sees when it opens its eyes. The cruise ship gave her a great sense of security.

Xu Qiulan did the same to her.

Having lost all her memories, she is like a newborn who has just come into this world, trying to understand and perceive the world again.

The first person she saw soberly was Xu Qiulan. Her meticulous care for her gave her a sense of security in the unfamiliar world. Under her huge sense of panic and suffocation, her intense reaction that resembled post-traumatic stress disorder, seeking Xu Qiulan's help seemed to become an instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

It wasn't until he returned to the ship that Shiyang's condition truly recovered.

But my heart is still empty, emptier than ever.

Xu Qiulan also saw Shiyang's relief from her expression, and couldn't help but look at her with pity: "Are you feeling better?"

Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."

Returning to the familiar environment, her mood slowly calmed down.

Xu Qiulan also smiled: "It'll be good if you recover."

She was in a good mood now that she was back on the boat: "Then you go back to your room and rest for a while. I'll get you some food to replenish your body."

"No."

Shi Yang subconsciously refused.

Xu Qiulan patted her hand gently and said "It's okay" before turning around and heading towards the kitchen and dining room, leaving Shiyang standing alone on the deck.

There are also a few tourists on the deck, taking pictures in twos and threes or admiring the sunset.

There were passengers on the gangway hurried back, complaining about the early departure.

Shiyang could vaguely hear some complaints, but not much.

This ship is a free trip. The original long-distance voyage has ended. Now it is a short stop on the way back to pick up some individual passengers. Everyone is free and casual about the itinerary, but there are still a lot of people.

Among the mutterings of passers-by, someone said: "I heard the boat can't move."

"Huh? Is it true? Who told you that?"

"Didn't you just announce in a hurry that you have to leave the port before the sun goes down? Why don't you leave again?"

"I don't know. I just passed by the captain's cabin and heard it accidentally. I don't know what happened."

"Why can't you leave?"

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Discussions continued one after another, some were happy and some were worried, but most of them were just curious.

The cruise ship is like a moving maritime city, with everything on board. It makes no difference to them whether they are traveling or not.

So did Shiyang.

The feeling of eagerness to escape from those people and things in the hotel has faded, but there are no other emotions, only emptiness and calmness.

She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch, remembering her promise to Xu Qiulan to bring her a suitcase. It was still early now, and the large shopping mall on the ship happened to be no worse than the shopping mall off the ship. After thinking about it, she turned and walked towards the ship to shop. shopping mall.

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After Fu Jingchuan's car drew a beautiful arc in the parking lot, the car stopped in a very neat way.

He directly opened the door and got out of the car, and climbed up the gangway in three steps at a time.

I was stopped at the ticket gate.

Without stopping, Fu Jingchuan threw the invitation letter that Bo Yanshi had given him before. He had already rushed away from the security guard who was trying to stop him, got on the boat, and walked straight to the elevator.

The tourists who were watching the scenery on the deck looked at him in surprise.

Lin Yunzhou came down from upstairs in a hurry, frowning, and when he looked up and saw Fu Jingchuan striding towards him with an expressionless face, he paused in his steps and called him in surprise: "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Jingchuan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Where is Bo Yanshi?"

Lin Yunzhou had never seen such a cold and sharp Fu Jingchuan. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that Fu Jingchuan seemed to be coming with bad intentions, and subconsciously wanted to help him block it: "Mr. Bo, he is busy now..."

Before the word "busy" could be heard, Bo Yanshi's voice came faintly from the deck upstairs: "Let Mr. Fu come up."