Mu Qingyu was startled and immediately jumped away. An Yurou picked up her sandals and splashed water on him regardless of her skirt getting wet...

Then, a handsome man wearing a navy blue short-sleeved jumps on the beach, and a girl in a white skirt chases him, splashing water as she runs.

The hem of her skirt was soaked, and so was his back. She forgot that he was her "enemy", and he also forgot that she was the "little fox" he hated. Only the indelible love of nature rose.

Playfulness.

She laughed and cursed: "Devil, don't run away!"

"Tch!" The corner of his lips curled up in a smile, and his cold eyes showed a trace of softness inadvertently. When the little woman bent down to drink some water, he walked a few steps in a cool manner, and when the water splashed towards him, he jumped a few steps.

The tourists on the beach focused their attention one after another. They seemed to be alone and kept a certain distance apart. One was walking on the beach, the other was walking in the water, one seemed indifferent, and the other seemed angry...

When they reached a large reef, Mu Qingyu climbed onto a rock, and An Yurou stopped. She was tired, took a few deep breaths, and sat down on the dry beach.

The sand was warm, so she buried her feet in it, then hugged her knees with her hands, watching the sun slowly move toward the sea level.

What a beautiful scene. The setting sun fills the western sky. The clouds are like burning flames. Colorful lights are flowing on the sea, sparkling. Seagulls pass through the setting sun and pass over the sea, forming a beautiful picture.

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An Yurou looked at the sea and sky, and her depressed heart slowly relaxed a lot.

It would be great if beauty could stay at this moment forever, because at this moment, although she could see the "devil" as soon as she turned her head, he was also so quiet at this moment. He stood high on the reef, and the setting sun fell on him.

His body was covered with a layer of golden light, he was handsome and majestic, and as beautiful as a character frozen in a painting.

His back now no longer has the coldness that makes people want to retreat. On the contrary, the sea breeze blows his hair and puffs up his clothes. He has one hand in his pocket and his feet staggered. He is leisurely, handsome and unrestrained, which makes people feel...

I can't help but want to get closer and hold him lightly.

If this feeling could last forever, An Yurou wouldn't hate him!

However, An Yurou understood that as soon as he turned around, his face would not be as soft, gentle, gorgeous and charming as the sunset. He would be cold and cold.

Time, please go slowly... An Yurou prayed in her heart!

But time is fair to everyone, and it still passes by in the sand and in the sea breeze unchanged throughout the ages.

The sun slowly set, the last trace of sunset disappeared, the people on the beach slowly dispersed, and the men on the rocks began to turn around.

An Yurou was still sitting there without moving. She seemed to be still immersed in the previous tranquility, tranquility, beauty and fantasy, with a resentful look in her eyes and a look of reluctance.

The man raised his hand, and a mobile phone was spinning between his fingers.

When the remaining sunlight on the sea was finally covered by twilight, An Yurou slowly turned her head and looked at the man who had jumped off the rock.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her feet buried in the sand pit, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out a hand to her.

An Yurou paused and took a good look at his handsome face. She found that besides being cold and not "evil" on his face, she put her small hand into his big palm.

The man pulled her up, then bent down to pick up her shoes, held her hand and walked forward.

An Yurou was very quiet, her eyes locked on him.

On the beach, there were long and continuous footprints, large and small.

On the way back, the sports car was still driving very fast, but the car was no longer open. An Yurou buckled her seat belt and fell asleep with her head leaning on the back of the chair.

Her black hair was disheveled, and a piece of white gauze became her soft embellishment. At this moment, she closed her eyes, covered her eyelids with long eyelashes, slightly raised her mouth, and tilted her head, sleeping like a baby.

Mu Qingyu turned to look at her countless times and hesitated before slowing down...

When the car arrived at G City, he plugged in his earphones and unplugged Du Ziteng's phone, "Hey, has he left?"

"Let's go." Du Ziteng's voice was anxious and worried, "Young Master, it's already dark, why haven't you come back yet? Master An has asked many times, he must be looking for that girl. I don't know how much I have to waste my time.

Persuaded him to leave."

"We're not going back tonight, we're staying in a hotel."

"Oh." Du Ziteng breathed a sigh of relief. If he stayed in a hotel, he wouldn't have to worry about An Yanan blocking the door.

As Du Ziteng was worried, An Yanan did not leave too far. After he walked out of the Mu family compound, he stood at the gate waiting for An Yurou to come back.

It wasn't until dark that he believed what Du Ziteng said: "Master An, they must have come back after dinner. If they still want to play after dinner, they will arrive home in the middle of the night. Don't wait any longer."

So, he caught a taxi back to the city, went to a food stall and ordered a bowl of noodles. After eating, he walked into a sports club...

"You said you wanted to work?" The club manager's surname was Zhang, who was in his thirties and knew An Yanan. He thumped An Yanan's chest and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that everyone will laugh at you?"

An Yanan pulled her lips and smiled bitterly, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I don't steal or rob. I make money by working."

"The night shift is very tiring."

"It's okay, I can persist."

Manager Zhang smiled and teased him ambiguously, "Why don't you go to the bar? You can make more money there. We are all big men here."

"Manager Zhang, please be more cheerful. If you need someone, just keep me. You don't need me to find another one." An Yanan said seriously.

"Actually, there are vacancies, but I know you need money, so... what I want to ask you is, are you afraid of being beaten?"

An Yanan's handsome eyes flashed and he frowned, "What do you mean..."

"Sparring partner!"

Haitian Hotel.

An Yurou followed Mu Qingyu out of the elevator, lowered her head, and asked him feebly: "Aren't you going to have dinner?"

"Are you hungry?" These two words carry an unknown emotion.

"Well, my stomach is growling."

"Paella, just wait." Mu Qingyu opened the door and walked into the suite. An Yurou leaned against the door, twisting her little face, curling her lips and trying to speak.

Mu Qingyu turned around and glanced at her lightly, then pulled her in and closed the door tightly.

"As long as you have something to eat, don't think that you are my guest. I also want to entertain you with good food and good food." The man today talked quite a lot, "Remember, you are just my little maid."

An Yurou rubbed the strap of her bag with both hands and stood in the small living room and whispered: "I know, but I... I don't like paella. Can I order a bowl of vegetables and shredded pork noodles?"

"You pay." The man unbuttoned the front of his clothes.

"How many?"

"one hundred."

"So expensive?"

"Don't eat it if it's too expensive. Do you think this is your poor family?" Mu Qingyu kicked his leather shoes and smacked her.
Chapter completed!