I have a promise with the beauty

The sky was gradually getting dark. Yang Qingshan stood on the beach and looked at the dozens of buoys on the sea, looking very worried.

"What are you thinking about?" Murong Qiushui asked curiously.

"You said we got the seafood, but this sea water is not a fish tank. What should we do if the seafood swims away?" Yang Qingshan said in a very confused way, looking at Murong Qiushui furtively.

"Just install a net." Murong Qiushui said, "It's so stupid."

"That's right, let's go together?" Yang Qingshan said successfully.

"Where to go?" Murong Qiushui looked at Yang Qingshan stupidly.

"The fishery, you said you wanted to install a net, but I don't know what it will be like. You came up with the idea, so you have to be responsible to the end." Yang Qingshan said mischievously.

"Me? I've never been to that kind of place." Murong Qiushui became a little nervous, but there was some expectation in his eyes.

"It's boring to stay at home all day. If you go with me, you can have seafood to eat." Yang Qingshan said coquettishly, then turned and walked towards the road.

Seeing Yang Qingshan leave immediately without giving him a chance to speak, Murong Qiushui felt extremely aggrieved. He secretly thought that Yang Qingshan would always dig a trap that he couldn't refuse and wait for people to jump into it.

I would stupidly jump into the trap every time. Although I felt aggrieved, the kind of happiness I had never experienced at home.

Murong Qiushui didn't know why he always had a feeling of expectation. Yang Qingshan gave himself a new way of life, the kind of talking loudly without restraint, doing good things and eating and drinking as a matter of course, and walking around in slippers without fear.

Living under the eyes of others, once this feeling comes up, I will go to the beach, expecting something to happen.

"What on earth was I expecting?"

Murong Qiushui sighed. She also wanted to see what the fishing ground was like. She heard that there were a lot of fish there.

The housekeeper was depressed. The eldest lady went to the beach for several days in a row just to eat the food cooked by Yang Qingshan. At first, she thought it was nothing, thinking that the eldest lady wanted to thank Yang Qingshan for his help that day. But now it is different. Looking at Yang Qingshan’s

He walked in front, Murong Qiu Shui chased behind him, how long will it take to thank him for this?

"Miss."

The housekeeper caught up with Murong Qiushui, followed by dozens of bodyguards.

"Butler, I'm going to the fishing ground, you don't have to follow me." Murong Qiushui said with a bitter smile.

"The fishing ground is very dirty, and there is a mixture of people and snakes. What if something happens? Let's go back." The housekeeper said gently, looking at Murong Qiushui kindly with an old face.

"But why can he go? He's still wearing slippers." Murong Qiushui pointed at Yang Qingshan in front of him and said.

"We are not the same kind of people as him, and we live in different environments," the steward said.

"But I like the life here, butler, please help me and don't tell dad, okay? Just this time." Murong Qiushui pulled the butler's sleeve and acted coquettishly.

"Hey, okay, you said it's just this time, but you have to have a few bodyguards to follow you." The housekeeper looked at Murong Qiu Shui's pitiful eyes and finally compromised.

"Butler, you are so kind, thank you so much." Murong Qiushui said gratefully, turned around and caught up with Yang Qingshan, while several bodyguards followed closely, but kept a distance.

Yang Qingshan looked back at the bodyguard, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Don't suggest this, this is just for the housekeeper to protect my safety." Murong Qiushui said.

"Safety? I don't want such safety." Yang Qingshan said with raised eyebrows, took a car and went to the fishing ground with Murong Qiushui.

The fishing ground was not far away, only ten minutes away. After getting off the car, Murong Qiu Shui looked at the fishing ground dumbfounded. The stains on the ground, the noise of the fishing ground and the smell of fish in the air made people feel dizzy.

"Just get used to it." Yang Qingshan said softly, standing beside Murong Qiushui for safety, and slowly led her inside.

Xiaoliu arrived at the fishery in the afternoon and contacted people from door to door. He was sweating from the work. However, Xiaoliu was not qualified for this industry. He either disliked other people's seafood for being too expensive or was disliked by others for the hard work he gave him.

He was too stingy, so two hours passed without any success in the negotiation.

Murong Qiu Shui carried her skirt and followed Yang Qingshan to find Xiao Liu with a blushing face under the countless curious eyes in the fishery.

"Brother, Sister Murong." Xiao Liu quickly bowed his head and said hello, looking like I had worked very hard.

"What's going on? One family didn't succeed." Yang Qingshan said unhappily.

"Brother, you don't know that the fishing ground is different from the beach. The people here are too cunning and thieves." Xiao Liu said aggrievedly.

"Why don't you say that the compensation you paid for the hard work is too little?" Yang Qingshan looked at the book and saw that each fish was only given a few yuan, and he hit Xiao Liu on the head angrily.

"I don't understand the price. This is the price given by the two bosses, Fatty and Skinny." Xiao Liu said.

"They are misers, and you still listen to them." Yang Qingshan said angrily, and found a food stall to sit down.

"We haven't eaten together."

"Thank you, brother."

Murong Qiushui was neither standing nor sitting, looking at Yang Qingshan stupidly.

"sit."

Yang Qingshan brought a chair and asked Murong Qiu Shui to sit down, but found that the hem of Murong Qiu Shui's skirt had been stained by the stains all over the fishing ground. He couldn't help being stunned and looked at the overwhelmed Murong Qiu Shui with a wry smile.

"Let's go." Yang Qingshan took Murong Qiushui's hand and went to the market next door.

"Slow down." Murong Qiu Shui blushed and looked at her hand being pulled by Yang Qingshan. Her steps were so fast that her skirt always touched the ground.

"It's dirty anyway, so why carry it?" Yang Qingshan said with a funny look on his face.

"Isn't it funny? If you don't want to carry it, just carry it." Murong Qiushui said stubbornly. As soon as he loosened his hand, tens of thousands of skirts were dragged on the ground. He was pulled by Yang Qingshan to the next door without feeling distressed.

market.

Yang Qingshan carefully bought Murong Qiushui some clothes worn by ordinary girls, including a white T-shirt with a cheerful print on the chest, panda-shaped shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. The expensive white skirt was made by Yang Qingshan.

Qingshan threw it into the trash can.

Murong Qiu Shui looked at himself up and down in the mirror, with shyness and surprise on his face, while Yang Qingshan, who was an upright stylist, commented on Murong Qiu Shui, and felt extremely happy in his heart.

"Although these beautiful legs are a little thinner, they are so even. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, wearing a skirt is really wronging him."

"Really?" Murong Qiushui looked at Yang Qingshan doubtfully.

"What do you think?"

"It's very comfortable. It's about the same as my skirt." Murong Qiushui said seriously: "How much does it cost?"

"Not much, more than a hundred yuan." Yang Qingshan smiled.

Murong Qiushui's glasses widened, and she couldn't believe that this simple and comfortable outfit only cost a hundred yuan. She looked at Qingshan and paid the money, and then she believed the fact.

"I'm buying some, go back and change my clothes. From now on when I come to the beach, I'll be the girl on the beach." Yang Qingshan chuckled.

"Forget it, I still like to wear skirts. Do you have a skirt?" Murong Qiushui said with a blushing face.

"Yes, but don't wear a long skirt. We're not going to a party. Wear something shorter, just down to the knees." Yang Qingshan said, and bought several short skirts of different colors for Murong Qiushui, and then he was satisfied.

"Let's go, now no one in the fishing ground will look at you strangely."

Yang Qingshan took Murong Qiu Shui back to the fishing ground. Although the weird look in his eyes was much less, Murong Qiu Shui's beauty still made the fishmongers in the fishing ground linger in their eyes.

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