I have a promise with the beauty

The luxurious Cadillac parked quickly on the beach road at the small pier. Murong Qiushui got out of the car nervously, glanced at the beach, and then rushed to the two-story building regardless of the protection of the bodyguards, staggering and lying on the beach halfway.

, his eyes were wet and he wanted to get up, his hands were weak and he lay on the beach again. When he was distressed, a pair of big hands appeared in front of him.

"Miss, grab my clever hand and I will take you to the fishing ground."

Murong Qiushui's nose hurt at the gentle voice. She raised her head and looked at Yang Qingshan with a sunny face with a wry smile. She reserved her hand slowly and waited for Yang Qingshan's big hand to pull her up.

Yang Qingshan smiled evilly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Murong Qiushui's hand. The cold softness was very comfortable in his hand, but Yang Qingshan did not pull Murong Qiushui up immediately, but stared at Murong Qiushui affectionately with his eyes.

Eye.

"What, what?" Murong Qiu Shui asked with a red face.

"Although the beach is full of sand, it won't hurt if you fall, but you still have to be careful." Yang Qingshan said gently, then he pulled Murong Qiushui up and patted the sand on Murong Qiushui's body with his hands.

Murong Qiushui was a little overwhelmed. She just came back from the capital today. As soon as she came back, she heard from the housekeeper that Yang Qingshan was missing. So she rushed to the beach without changing her clothes. At this time, she was wearing a high-end white skirt brought by her family. A pair of

Dreamy sneakers and a big straw sun hat on his head.

Seeing Yang Qingshan alive in front of his eyes, patting the sand on his body with his hands, Murong Qiushui was so excited that he wanted to cry.

"Okay, it's clean this way, but I'm going to take him to the fishing ground, so you can't wear it like this." Yang Qingshan said, pretending not to see the tears in Murong Qiushui's eyes.

As if there was a tacit understanding, Murong Qiushui did not ask Yang Qingshan what happened, as long as the person was still in front of him.

"Let's go to the small building to change clothes first." Yang Qingshan said, pulling Murong Qiushui back to the small building.

"This is Lu Yao's room. You can go in and get some clothes to change. Ah!"

Yang Qingshan directly opened Lu Yao's room and said to Murong Qiushui. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Lu Yao was sleeping half sideways without covering herself with a quilt. Her top was half lifted up, revealing her entire sexy belly and slender waist.

Her legs and semi-circular chest, and her lower body was not wearing any sports shorts. A pair of toned thighs were sandwiched between the quilt, revealing her pink pants and round butt.

Yang Qingshan's face turned red immediately, and he turned to look at Murong Qiu Shui awkwardly. Who knew that Murong Qiu Shui's face turned even redder.

"Change quickly, I'll wait for you downstairs." Yang Qingshan said calmly, pushed Murong Qiushui into the room, closed the door, and quickly went downstairs.

"Oh my god, Lu Yao can be so sexy, it's impossible, it's impossible." Yang Qingshan stood in the living room, panting, hitting the wall in disbelief, and hitting the wall with his fists.

Murong Qiushui came down quickly. As he went downstairs, he arranged his clothes curiously. When he saw Yang Qingshan beating the wall, he couldn't help but feel confused and looked at Yang Qingshan stupidly.

"Yang Qingshan, what are you doing?"

"Ah? Have you changed it? Ah!"

Yang Qingshan immediately pretended to be calm, and when he looked back with his bangs, which were not very long, he felt like vomiting blood again.

Murong Qiushui put on Lu Yao's boy's clothes, and she had a very different temperament, a short T-shirt and short jeans, white and tender calves and arms, a slender waist, a pair of big shining eyes, and a waterfall-like appearance.

Her black stockings were tied into a ponytail.

Murong Qiushui was originally petite and cute, but Lu Yao's clothes looked a little too big when she wore them, giving her a bit of a tomboy feel, giving people an urge to protect her even more.

"It's true that the same clothes are worn by different people, but there are huge differences." Yang Qingshan sighed, and left the beach with Murong Qiushui.

It was still early in the morning, and it was the peak time for getting off work in the afternoon. Yang Qingshan and Murong Qiushui stood on the side of the road together for half an hour. Yang Qingshan couldn't help it, and turned to look at the luxurious Cadillac, remembering the last time he sat in it.

He felt a bit like a rich man. He looked at Murong Qiu Shui again and smiled evilly.

Murong Qiushui took a step back warily, staring at Yang Qingshan with his lips pursed, wondering what this kid wanted to do.

"I'm tired of standing around. Let's sit in the car together and wait for the taxi."

"Ah? Waiting in the car?"

Yang Qingshan smiled tenderly at Murong Qiushui, pulled her to the front of the Cadillac without giving Murong Qiushui a chance to react, and got into the Cadillac ignoring the contemptuous looks of the butler and bodyguard.

The driver wore white gloves and looked back at Yang Qingshan with contempt. Murong Qiushui finally figured it out and stared at Yang Qingshan with contempt.

Yang Qingshan looked out the window calmly, and the old man said calmly: "So we have a car, so why are we waiting for a taxi?"

"Yes, let's go to the fishing ground." Murong Qiu Shui said to the driver, and then looked at Yang Qingshan with an expression on his face: "I heard from the housekeeper that the small pier beach is blocked by the fishing ground? Is it true? Do you want my help?"

"No need." Yang Qingshan smiled mysteriously, as if the conspiracy had already begun.

Murong Qiushui snorted and angrily ignored Yang Qingshan, turning to look out the window intently.

"Are you happy that you went to your home in Beijing?" Seeing that the atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy, Yang Qingshan looked for a topic and asked.

"Well... I'm very happy."

"Oh? Really?" Yang Qingshan looked sideways at Murong Qiu Shui's lying face and chuckled.

"I'm really happy." Murong Qiushui turned to look at Yang Qingshan and said, "Because I'm going to college and leaving home."

"Do you really dislike home that much?" Yang Qingshan asked strangely, with a somewhat sad expression: "Many people want a complete home but don't have one."

"Really?" Murong Qiushui didn't understand why Yang Qingshan said this, but pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "Do you know why I am so happy?"

"Why?" Yang Qingshan asked in a calm tone, looking into Murong Qiushui's eyes, the happiness in them was too fake and too little.

"Because the university I went to is in Nanyang City, I have been fighting for this for several days." Murong Qiushui said proudly, peeking at Yang Qingshan expectantly.

"Why choose Nanyang City? There are so many famous universities in the capital. Your family is rich and powerful, which university can't you go to?" Yang Qingshan asked cooperatively, feeling a little envious of Rong Qiushui, remembering that his parents failed in business.

He disappeared, and he never even went to college. While others were in college, he spent four years wandering around on the beach.

"I won't tell you." Murong Qiushui smiled mysteriously, blushing and looking out the window. As a girl, how could she say in front of a man that she chose to go to school in a place where he existed only because of this? I don't know.

Unknowingly, Murong Qiushui found that she and Yang Qingshan could talk a lot together, which was something that had never happened at home.

"Murong Qiushui, why do you say you are happy when you are obviously unhappy? Maybe I can change you."

Looking at Murong Qiushui's sad eyes with a trace of innocence, Yang Qingshan smiled lightly.

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