Xiaoqiang stood on the golden beach, letting the sea water wash his ankles, staring at the island in front of him stupidly. Not far behind was the gradually sinking passenger plane, four terrified girls were watching around with Xiaoqiang in despair. Yes, the passenger plane crashed, and five people were lucky enough to drift to this small island in life jackets, while the others on the passenger plane died. Back to a week ago, Xiaoqiang joined a large company in a large company. There are more women and fewer men, and they are all young people. From time to time, some people envy Xiaoqiang working in a sea of flowers for a long time, and men and women are the same, and they have good tempers. How can there be any luck? Besides, beauties are the few after all, most of them are ordinary people.