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73 Murong Qiushui's Hesitation

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    The luxurious Cadillac hurriedly stopped on the beach road at the small pier. Murong Qiushui got out of the car nervously, glanced at the beach, then rushed to the second-floor building regardless of the protection of the bodyguards, and staggered on the beach halfway  , his eyes were so hot that he was about to get up, his hands were weak and he lay down on the beach again, and when he was in distress, a pair of big hands appeared in front of him.

    "Miss, grab my brother's ingenious hand, and I will take you to the fishing ground."

    Murong Qiushui's nose was soured by the gentle voice, he looked up at Yang Qingshan with a wry smile, and slowly stretched out his hand reservedly, waiting for Yang Qingshan's big hand to pull him up.

    Yang Qingshan smirked, stretched out his hand to grab Murong Qiushui's hand, the cold softness felt very comfortable in his palm, but Yang Qingshan didn't immediately pull Murong Qiushui up, but stared at Murong Qiushui's hand affectionately with his eyes.  Eye.

    "What, what are you doing?" Murong Qiushui asked with a blushing 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 softly, then pulled Murong Qiushui up, and patted the sand on Murong Qiushui's body with his hands.

    Murong Qiushui was a bit at a loss. He just came back from the capital today. As soon as he came back, he heard from the housekeeper that Yang Qingshan was missing, so he rushed to the beach without changing his clothes. At this time, he was wearing a high-end white skirt brought by his family. A pair of  Dreamy sneakers, wearing 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 felt a little excited and wanted to cry.

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

    Seems to be a tacit understanding, Murong Qiushui didn't ask what happened to Yang Qingshan, as long as he was still in front of him.

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

    "This is Lu Yao's room, go in and change your clothes. Ah!"

    Yang Qingshan directly opened Lu Yao's room, and said to Murong Qiushui, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Lu Yao was sleeping half sideways without covering her quilt, her top was half lifted, revealing her entire sexy belly and slender waist  Her legs, her semicircular chest, and her lower body did not wear sports shorts. A pair of toned thighs sandwiched the quilt, revealing pink pants and a round butt.

    Immediately, Yang Qingshan blushed, and turned to look at Murong Qiushui in embarrassment, who knew that Murong Qiushui's blush was even worse.

    "Change quickly, I'll wait for you downstairs." Yang Qingshan said calmly, pushed Murong Qiushui into the room and 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 heavily, bumped into the wall in disbelief, and hit the wall with his fist.

    Murong Qiushui soon came down, and while going downstairs, he was tidying up his clothes curiously, seeing Yang Qingshan beating the wall, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, and looked at Yang Qingshan stupidly.

    "Yang Qingshan, what are you doing?"

    "Ah? Changed? Ah!"

    Yang Qingshan immediately pretended to be calm, flicked his bangs that were not very long and looked back, suddenly wanted to vomit blood again.

    Murong Qiushui put on Lu Yao's boy's clothes, with a very different temperament, short T-shirt and short jeans, white and tender legs and arms, slender waist, a pair of big shining eyes, like a waterfall  The black silk is tied into a ponytail.

    Murong Qiushui was originally petite and pleasant, but Lu Yao's clothes looked a little big on her body, giving her a bit of a tomboy feeling, giving people an urge to protect her even more.

    "It's really the same clothes worn by different people, there is such a huge gap." Yang Qingshan sighed, and left the beach with Murong Qiushui.

    It was still early in the afternoon, and it was the rush hour for getting off work in the afternoon. Yang Qingshan and Murong Qiushui stood on the side of the road together for half an hour.  Feeling like a rich man, he looked at Murong Qiushui again, and smirked.

    Murong Qiushui took a step back vigilantly, staring at Yang Qingshan with his mouth pursed, wondering what this kid wants to do again.

    "Standing is tiring, let's sit in the car and wait for a taxi together."

    "Huh? Waiting in the car?"

    Yang Qingshan smiled gently at Murong Qiushui, and without giving Murong Qiushui a chance to react, he dragged her to the front of the Cadillac, ignoring the contemptuous eyes of the housekeeper and bodyguards, and got into the Cadillac.

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

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

    "Yes, go to the fishing ground." Murong Qiushui said to the driver, and then looked at Yang Qingshan with an expression on his face: "I heard from the butler that the small pier beach was blocked by the fishing ground? Is it true? Do you want me to help?"

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

    Murong Qiushui snorted, angrily ignored Yang Qingshan, turned his head and looked out the window intently.

    "You went to your home in the capital, are you happy?" Seeing that the atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy, Yang Qingshan asked for a topic.

    "Well very happy."

    "Oh? Really?" Yang Qingshan squinted at Murong Qiushui's lying face and laughed.

    "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 said strangely, with a sad expression on his face, "Many people want a complete home and don't have it."

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

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

    "Because my university is in Nanyang City, I have been fighting for this for several days." Murong Qiushui said proudly, and peeked at Yang Qingshan expectantly.

    "Why did you 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 very cooperatively, feeling a little envious of Murong Qiushui in his heart, remembering that he failed in business because of his parents  He disappeared, and he didn't even go to college. When others were in college, he spent four years muddling around on the beach.

    "I won't tell you." Murong Qiushui smiled mysteriously, blushing and looked out of the window again, as a girl, how could she say in front of a man that she chose a place where he exists because of this?  Unknowingly, Murong Qiushui found that he and Yang Qingshan could talk a lot together, which was something that never happened at home.

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

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

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