Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 207 He is very gentle
The two quickly followed the signs on the road to the fishing ground. The fishing ground was very large, but since the resort had just opened, there were no people here, so it was empty.

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"It's so boring, it's just the two of us." Tang Ranran looked around, except for a lake of green water and a small mountain opposite, there was nothing else.

Tang Ranran's words echoed.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun has already slanted westward, and there are vast expanses of blue waves. The light sprinkled on the lake is a faint round and gently swaying halo, which looks gentle and comfortable.

"Come fishing, not to catch people. Be quiet for a while, don't disturb the fish." Yu Beicheng prepared to check the fishing gear for a while, then cast the bait and dropped the fishing line.

Tang Ranran stared at a man with a strong purpose in front of her, she shook her head, "I really have you for fishing, Mr. Yu."

Yu Beicheng fished standing up, his expression was calm, he didn't take Tang Ranran's words seriously, "Fishing is for fun, it doesn't matter whether there are fish or not."

"That's what people with poor fishing skills would say." Tang Ranran didn't know why she owed her again, and began to hurt her "husband".

This may be the so-called: If you like it, you want to say something ugly to attract the other party's attention?

Proper elementary school chicken behavior.

Yu Beicheng has no other distractions in fishing. He stands upright and keeps his gaze fixed on the lake surface and the float.

Tang Ranran has seen this seriousness many times.

As long as he is on the stage, Yu Beicheng is always in such a serious state of immersing himself in the performance, he is so handsome.

Tang Ranran noticed that Yu Beicheng hadn't sat on the folding chair behind her. She walked over in two steps, quietly, and her voice was deliberately lowered: "Mr. Yu, the folding chair is behind you. It's not tiring to stand all the time."

Yu Beicheng's gaze was still on the lake, and there was a little water in his ink-like eyes.

"I'm not tired, I like to stand, I've come to so many concerts, can I be afraid of standing?" A certain top streamer was very confident.

Tang Ranran was silent for a moment, then silently moved the folding chair to her side, "Sit for me if you don't."

At this moment, Yu Beicheng suddenly turned his head to look at her, and there was a smile in his eyes. He smiled and asked Tang Ranran, "Didn't you sit on your little horse?"

Tang Ranran: ...

I don't know if it's because the setting sun in the sky hit Yu Beicheng strangely softly. Tang Ranran felt that her "husband" was gentle for the third time today.

(End of this chapter)