Yang Qingshan returned to the beach very chicly, casually glanced at the dinosaur and Xiaoliu who were still facing each other, stretched out his middle finger with disdain, and then walked to his two-story building.

"Yang Qingshan, where is the master?" the dinosaur looked left and right on the beach, but did not see the master, and asked suspiciously.

"The master has been killed by my brother. ”

"Big brother, it's too fierce. Xiao Liu said in surprise, and then shouted at the dinosaur: "Don't hurry up and get out, wait for the police to arrest you." ”

The dinosaur and his hand looked at each other, glanced at Yang Qingshan, and looked at the beach again in disbelief, but still didn't see the master, so he lost two cruel words and turned around and left.

"Walk slowly, don't send it. Xiao Liude said with a smile.

"Don't laugh, go and rest, we have business tomorrow. Yang Qingshan stood at the door of the small building and said with a smile.

"Okay. ”

Yang Qingshan walked into the second-floor building and looked around, but there was no damage, and then he was relieved.

After taking a shower, Yang Qingshan went to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles for himself, took it to the rooftop, set up a sun umbrella, and hid under the umbrella to eat noodles comfortably.

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

Yang Qingshan was very nervous in his heart, the battle on the cliff didn't seem to last long, and only a few moves passed, but the other party was a master after all, and the reason why he won was that the big bald head was too careless, and the other was that the big bald head didn't expect Yang Qingshan to be angry.

However, Yang Qingshan still has a feeling, that big bald head doesn't seem to be a master, but like a master who can pretend to fool people, as soon as this idea appears, Yang Qingshan feels weird.

"I knew that the old man's qigong was powerful. The corners of Yang Qingshan's mouth curled, he just smiled proudly, his face suddenly changed, and he stood up and looked at the sea suddenly: "Oops, that master was thrown into the sea, I don't know if he is dead, if he dies, he will be in trouble." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Qingshan saw a figure appear on the beach, his arms flicked around vertically and weakly, walked slowly onto the beach, glanced at Yang Qingshan, and walked towards the direction of the road with a big smile.

Yang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that a master is a master, and his arms were scrapped and he could swim ashore from the sea alive, so he went downstairs with a bowl to wash the dishes, and when he entered the kitchen, he felt that the kitchen was a little different, and the pot that had cooked a bowl of noodles just now was gone.

"Where's the pot?" Yang Qingshan searched all over the kitchen but didn't find the pot, and he didn't pay attention to it after washing the dishes, Yang Qingshan went to the rooftop and enjoyed the wind and rain in the summer by the sea.

"The body is no longer trembling. Yang Qingshan was lucky, and looked at the blue light of his hands from time to time.

"Bang Dang ......"

An unknown voice suddenly sounded downstairs.

Yang Qingshan squinted his eyes, engrossed in the movement below, secretly wondering if the dinosaur was not convinced that he had won, and wanted to plot himself, but after listening carefully, the sound was gone, and after waiting for a while, there was a broken sound downstairs, Yang Qingshan didn't understand, this sound was a bit like eating, especially noodles.

Yang Qingshan quietly went downstairs, and with the faint light of his mobile phone, he saw a petite figure in the kitchen with the sound, sneaky.

"Who?" asked Yang Qingshan.

"Ahh

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

"Plotting that I still have to eat my stuff, it's not authentic. Yang Qingshan scolded, turned on the light in the living room, and the figure hiding on the sofa screamed again, running outside, but Yang Qingshan was faster, rushed up with a single arrow step, and grabbed a soft arm.

"Ahh

"Is that you?"

Yang Qingshan looked dumbfounded at the dirty white dress, a pair of muddy feet with shoes and no shoes, a little face full of stains with rain-soaked hair, and the corners of his mouth that did not eat clean broken noodles, it was the suicide girl who was saved by himself a month ago, and the eldest lady of Mengdu Group, Murong Qiushui, who was looking for by many material and police forces.

"You, hello. Murong Qiushui said weakly, lowering his head, his dirty little hands grabbed the skirt, because the skirt was wet from the rain, and the white underwear inside could be seen.

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

"Since you're here, stay here, how can the eldest lady eat leftovers. I'll fry you some rice. Yang Qingshan heard movement in the living room, and it was estimated that Murong Qiushui wanted to slip out, so he said unhurriedly.

Murong Qiushui, who had already walked to the entrance, was stunned, hesitated, and walked back obediently, wanting to sit down, but seeing that he was dirty, he didn't dare to sit down, and stood crookedly in the living room without saying a word.

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

Murong Qiushui didn't speak, lowered his head and looked at his feet, pursed his lips, and took off the lonely sneaker.

The aroma of fried rice quickly 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, you go take a bath, and the fried rice will be ready soon." ”

Murong Qiushui didn't move, and Yang Qingshan smiled evilly: "You have to wash your hands when you eat, if you don't take a shower, I won't give you food." ”

Murong Qiushui pursed his lips and seemed to be very unconvinced, clenched his fists and went to the bathroom, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Qingshan's underwear in the bathroom, his face was red, he quickly pretended not to see it, closed the door and locked it, and began to undress.

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Yang Qingshan smiled, neatly brought the fried rice to the table in the living room, thought about the fried rice, and then went back to the kitchen to cook the soup, and when Yang Qingshan finished cooking the soup and came out, Murong Qiushui had not yet come out of the bathroom.

"Okay, no, it's not going to be dizzy, I'm coming in. Yang Qingshan sat on the sofa and asked loudly.

"Yes, yes, do you have clothes?"

"Wait. ”

Yang Qingshan went to the room and casually took the T-shirt and beach pants he usually wore, came to the bathroom door and knocked on the door, waited for a while, and saw that the door opened a crack, Yang Qingshan was just about to send the clothes up, a fragrance wafted out of the crack in the door, and Yang Qingshan's hand stopped.

Murong Qiushui inside the door was nervous, hiding his body, tilting his head and seeing 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 was embarrassed, and looked at the clothes bitterly.

"Give. Yang Qingshan quickly came to his senses and sent his clothes to the crack in the door.

A small white hand quickly stretched out from the crack in the door, grabbed the clothes and retracted them, and slammed the door shut.

Yang Qingshan smiled, returned to the living room to smoke, and asked Murong Qiushui how he got here, but Murong Qiushui did not speak.

After waiting for a while, Murong Qiushui returned to the living room refreshed, his eyes didn't dare to look at Yang Qingshan, he sat at the dining table and looked directly at the fried rice and soup, the fragrance was fragrant, and Murong Qiushui snorted.

"Fried rice is seafood fried rice, soup is seafood soup, if I don't like it, I'm going to get something else. Yang Qingshan said.

Murong Qiushui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, said thank you, and finally couldn't help but start gobbling it up.

Yang Qingshan looked at Murong Qiushui quietly beside him, and couldn't help but be a little moved, what a woman who needs to be loved.

A delicate face is very pale, black hair is draped on the shoulders very casually, the body is emaciated because of hunger for several days, the big T-shirt is very wide on the body, the lower body is as if nothing is being worn, a pair of white and tender legs are closed together, and the white feet are naturally placed on the floor.

"What about the beach pants I gave you?" Yang Qingshan asked suddenly.

Murong Qiushui was drinking soup, and when he heard it, he almost choked, and whispered with a red face: "It's big, I can't wear it, I, I ......"

"I'm sorry, how can a woman wear a man's big pants casually, then I'll go wash your underwear for you, and then dry it with a hair dryer, you're wearing your own underwear. Yang Qingshan stood up as he spoke.

Murong Qiushui's pale face turned red when he heard this, and he hurriedly rushed into the bathroom first, but his feet were soft and he was about to fall down all of a sudden, and the big T-shirt was lifted, revealing the crocodile panties inside.

Yang Qingshan stepped forward and hugged Murong Qiushui, who was about to fall, looked down at Murong Qiushui's underwear, and then remembered the underwear he had confiscated in the bathroom, and felt his body so thin that it seemed to have no weight, and smiled angrily: "Miss, your task is to eat, and I will do the rest." ”

ps: Rolling all over the ground for collections, begging for flowers