I have a promise with the beauty

Yang Qingshan returned to the beach in a cool manner, casually glanced at Dinosaur and Xiaoliu who were still confronting each other, held out his middle finger with disdain, and then walked towards his two-story building.

"Yang Qingshan, where is the master?" Dinosaur looked left and right on the beach, but did not see the master, so he asked doubtfully.

"The master has been destroyed by me."

"Brother, it's too fierce." Xiao Liu said in surprise, and then shouted to the dinosaur: "Why don't you get out of here and wait for the police to come and arrest you."

Dinosaur and his men looked at each other, glanced at Yang Qingshan, and then looked at the beach in disbelief. They still didn't see the master, so they turned around and left with a few harsh words.

"Go slowly, I won't send you off." Xiao Liu said with a proud smile.

"Stop laughing, go and rest, we have to do business tomorrow." Yang Qingshan stood at the door of the small building and said with a smile.

"Okay."

Yang Qingshan walked into the two-story building and looked around. He was relieved that there was no damage.

After taking a shower, Yang Qingshan went to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of noodles. He went up to the rooftop with it, set up a sun umbrella, and ate the noodles comfortably under the umbrella.

After eating the noodles, Yang Qingshan lay on the deck chair under the sun umbrella and thought about the battle on the cliff.

Yang Qingshan was very nervous. The battle on the cliff didn't seem to last long and only took a few moves. However, the opponent was a master after all. The reason why he won was that the bald man was too pretentious and careless, and the bald man didn't expect Yang Qingshan to win.

Qingshan will also be angry.

However, Yang Qingshan also had a feeling that the bald man didn't seem to be a very good person, but rather a master of pretending to deceive others. As soon as this thought appeared, Yang Qingshan felt strange.

"I knew the old man's qigong was very powerful." Yang Qingshan curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled proudly, but his expression suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and looked at the sea: "Oops, that master was thrown into the sea. I don't know if he died or not.

It would be troublesome."

Just as he thought of this, Yang Qingshan saw a figure appear on the beach, swinging his arms vertically and feebly. He slowly walked onto the beach, glanced at Yang Qingshan, laughed and walked towards the road.

Yang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that a master is a master, and he can still swim out of the sea alive with his arms broken, so he calmly carried the bowl downstairs to wash the dishes. When he entered the kitchen, he felt that the kitchen was a little different.

The pot in which a bowl of noodles was cooked is missing.

"Where's the pot?" Yang Qingshan searched all over the kitchen but couldn't find the pot. He was curious and didn't take it to heart. After washing the dishes, Yang Qingshan went up to the rooftop and enjoyed the wind and rain in the summer by the sea.

"My body stopped shaking." Yang Qingshan looked at the blue light on his hands from time to time as he lucked out.

"Bang..."

Suddenly there was an unknown sound downstairs.

Yang Qingshan squinted his eyes and paid full attention to what was going on below. He secretly wondered if the dinosaur was not convinced that he had won and wanted to plot against him. However, when he listened carefully, the sound disappeared again. After waiting for a while, another broken voice appeared downstairs.

Yang Qingshan didn't understand the sound. The sound sounded a bit like eating, especially noodles.

Yang Qingshan quietly went downstairs. With the faint light of his mobile phone, he followed the sound and saw a petite figure in the kitchen, sneaking up.

"Who?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"Ah!" screamed, and the figure ran out of the kitchen in panic, bumped into the sofa in the living room, and then stopped moving.

Yang Qingshan shrugged and turned on the kitchen light first. There was an overturned pot on the ground, which was the pot he used to cook noodles.

"It's unreasonable to plot against me and eat my food." Yang Qingshan cursed and turned on the light in the living room. The figure hiding on the sofa screamed again and ran outside, but Yang Qingshan was faster.

He rushed forward and grabbed a soft arm.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"It's you?"

Yang Qingshan looked dumbfounded at a pair of muddy feet wearing a dirty white dress, one with shoes and one without shoes, a small face full of stains, hair soaked by the rain, and the corners of his mouth.

The uneaten noodles were none other than the suicidal girl he had rescued a month ago, and the eldest lady of the Mengdu Group, Murong Qiu Shui, who was being searched for by numerous police and material resources.

"Hello, hello." Murong Qiu Shui said weakly, lowering her head and grabbing the skirt with her dirty little hands. Because the skirt was soaked by the rain, the white underwear inside could be seen.

"I'm hungry." Yang Qingshan asked with a smile, his tone was very soft, and he turned to the kitchen.

"Since you're here, you're here to stay. How can the eldest lady eat leftovers? I'll cook some rice for you." Yang Qingshan heard some movement in the living room, and it was probably Murong Qiu Shui who wanted to sneak out, so he said calmly.

Murong Qiu Shui, who had already reached the entrance hall, was startled, hesitated, and then walked back obediently. He wanted to sit down, but he didn't dare to sit down when he saw that he was dirty. He stood awkwardly in the living room without saying a word.

hair.

"Take off that shoe, aren't you tired?" Yang Qingshan began to heat the oil and said to the outside.

Murong Qiu Shui said nothing, lowered his head and looked at his feet, pursed his lips, and took off the lonely sneaker.

The aroma of fried rice soon wafted out from the kitchen. Yang Qingshan glanced at Murong Qiushui in the living room and said: "The water heater in the bathroom is broken, but you can still take a shower. Go take a shower, and the fried rice will be gone soon."

alright."

Murong Qiushui did not move, Yang Qingshan said with a bad smile: "You must also wash your hands when eating. If you don't take a shower, I won't feed you."

Murong Qiu Shui pursed her lips and seemed very unconvinced. She clenched her fist and went to the bathroom. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Yang Qingshan's underwear hanging in the bathroom. She blushed and quickly pretended not to see it. She closed the door and locked it, and began to take off her clothes.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Yang Qingshan smiled and brought the fried rice to the dining table in the living room neatly. After thinking about it, the fried rice was hard, so he went back to the kitchen to make soup. When Yang Qingshan finished cooking the soup, Murong Qiushui had not yet

Come out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay? It's not like you fainted. I'm coming in." Yang Qingshan asked loudly while sitting on the sofa.

"Yes, yes, do you have any clothes?"

"Wait."

Yang Qingshan went to the room and grabbed the T-shirt and beach pants he usually wore. He came to the bathroom door and knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, he saw the door opened a crack. Just as Yang Qingshan was about to send the clothes up, the door opened.

A scent of fragrance wafted out from the seam, and Yang Qingshan's hand stopped.

Murong Qiu Shui inside the door was extremely nervous. He hid himself, tilted his head and saw through the crack in the door that the clothes were outside, but they were almost delivered. But why did he stop? He wanted to speak and remind him but was embarrassed.

, looking at the clothes bitterly.

"Here." Yang Qingshan quickly woke up and handed the clothes to the crack in the door.

A small white hand quickly stretched out from the crack of the door, grabbed the clothes and retracted, slamming the door shut.

Yang Qingshan laughed, went back to the living room to smoke, and asked Murong Qiu Shui how he got here, but Murong Qiu Shui did not speak.

After waiting for a while, Murong Qiu Shui returned to the living room with a renewed look. He didn't even dare to look at Yang Qingshan. He sat at the dining table and stared at the fried rice and soup. The aroma was so fragrant that Murong Qiu Shui took a sip of saliva.

"The fried rice is seafood fried rice, and the soup is seafood soup. If you don't like it, I'll get something else," Yang Qingshan said.

Murong Qiu Shui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, said thank you, and finally couldn't help but start devouring it.

Yang Qingshan looked at Murong Qiushui quietly from the side, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. What a woman she is who needs love.

She has a delicate face and is very pale. Her black hair is draped casually on her shoulders. Her body is thin due to being hungry for several days. The big T-shirt is very wide on her body. Her lower body looks like she is wearing nothing. She has a pair of white and tender eyes.

The smooth legs are tightly closed together, and the white feet are naturally placed on the floor.

"Where are the beach pants I gave you?" Yang Qingshan suddenly asked.

Murong Qiu Shui was drinking soup. He almost choked when he heard it. He blushed and whispered: "It's too big to wear. I, I..."

"I'm sorry, how can a woman wear a man's big underwear casually? Then I will wash your underwear and dry it with a hair dryer. You are wearing your own underwear." Yang Qingshan stood up as he spoke.

When Murong Qiu Shui heard this, her pale face turned red. She quickly rushed into the bathroom first, but her feet were soft and she was about to fall down. The big T-shirt was lifted up, revealing the crocodile underwear underneath.

Yang Qingshan took a step forward and hugged Murong Qiushui who was about to fall. He lowered his head and looked at Murong Qiushui's underwear. Then he remembered the confiscated underwear that he had dried in the bathroom. He felt his body that was so thin that it seemed weightless in his hands and smiled angrily.

: "Miss, your task is to eat, I will do the rest."

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers