1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 164 Fishing (2)

In late July, Qilu has entered the hottest time of the year, so as long as conditions permit, everyone will wear as coolly as possible.

Although Miss Mu seems to be somewhat detached from the world, she has not yet achieved the status of an arhat, nor is she immune to water and fire, cold or heat. Therefore, although she dresses relatively conservatively, covering up all parts of her body except her ankles and arms, the material of her clothes is extremely thin.

Anyone who has fished knows that no matter how shaded the place you choose is, when you go fishing on a sunny day, as long as the time is right or the viewing angle is right, the intensity of the light refracted from the water surface is not much different from that directly hitting you.

And if there happens to be a pretty girl sitting next to you, but she is wearing a thin shirt and skirt, then that beautiful scene... naturally cannot be described to outsiders.

………………

It was obvious that Miss Mu had no experience in fishing, otherwise she would never come out wearing such a thin dress.

Facing this beautiful woman who was still unaware of the situation, Yang Mo took advantage of the refraction of the water waves to give his eyes a real treat.

Wow, with such legs, it would be a waste if she didn’t wear a miniskirt!

Tsk tsk, generally speaking, no matter how thin a girl looks, there will always be more or less fat on her belly when she bends over. But this young lady doesn't have a single bit of fat on her waist or belly. How strange!

Of course, the most important thing is...

It seems I was wrong yesterday. This girl is definitely not B/C, but a solid C+!

Sure enough, before a woman is honest with you, everything about her is an unknown!

only……

It’s actually a very childish goose yellow color, instead of the passionate red or the low-key flesh color... Bad review!
While eating roast chicken and skillfully feeding ice cream to his eyes, Yang Mo was surprised to find that he had no psychological burden at all.

It was not until the sun moved slightly to the west and the roast chicken in his hand had been almost eaten that Yang Mo reluctantly put the most delicious chicken butt into his mouth under Miss Mu's horrified gaze.

"Hey, Miss, as a friend, I'm giving you some advice." Yang Mo threw all the bones into a plastic bag, turned on the kettle to rinse his hands, and then smiled at Miss Mu in a nasty way.

Staring at Yang Mo's mouth with horror, Miss Mu hugged her arms and rubbed them: "What advice? Next time I see your hand reaching for the phoenix tail meat, I should immediately turn my eyes away?"

It can be seen that Yang Mo's behavior of putting the chicken butt into his mouth with a look of enjoyment just now brought a great psychological shock to the young lady.

Yang Mo's forehead darkened: "Hey, hey, hey, what's with that expression? I've already told you that this thing is called Phoenix Tail Meat, so it tastes great. If you're seen like this by other gourmets, you'll get beaten up, okay!"

Mu Liya spat in disdain: "You, who only know how to eat pickles with flatbread every day, have the nerve to compare yourself to a gourmet? Besides, a gourmet who likes to eat chicken butts can't be called a real gourmet!"

As she spoke, Mu Liya leaned back as if to avoid it: "Tell me, Mr. Yang, what advice do you want to give me?"

Seeing this beautiful woman inadvertently showing off her beautiful body to the fullest, Yang Mo did not argue with her about the chicken butt, but pointed with his hand slyly: "As a friend, I sincerely suggest that you don't wear this kind of thin long skirt next time you go fishing."

As he said this, he sighed with some regret: "Although I know that you are not satisfied with the score last night, there is no need to prove yourself like this... We are so familiar with each other, it doesn't matter if some things broaden my horizons, but if there are other anglers around, it would be inappropriate to cause some unnecessary trouble."

Are you unhappy with the score you got last night?

To broaden your horizons?
Where is this?
The confused Miss Mu looked in the direction of Yang Mo's gaze, first looked back in confusion, then followed Yang Mo's instructions, tilted her body and lowered her head to look, and two red clouds suddenly appeared on her face.

Under the refraction of the waves, her two straight long legs covered by her long skirt were exposed to the sight of the bastard next to her with almost no cover.

"ah!"

Mu Liya screamed and stood up, then hid under the shade of a tree, wrapped her skirt tightly, and glared at Yang Mo with shame and anger on her face: "Shameless!"

Fortunately, the light was shifted now, and the young lady only felt that light was leaking through her legs. If she knew that Yang Mo had seen her from head to toe in the past half hour, she might have slapped her in the face and called her a hooligan!

Seeing the young lady's intense reaction, Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sister, what era is this now? Even swimsuit models are openly appearing on calendars. Why are you so excited?"

Mu Liya wanted to rush up and bite this bastard right now. Judging from his reaction, it was obvious that he had taken enough advantage of her with his eyes and was giving her a hypocritical reminder.

At that moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't compare me with those actors, and... a swimsuit is a swimsuit, these are two different things!"

Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "They are all showing their thighs, what's the difference? You make your legs look as if they are shameful to be seen."

Mu Liya was furious: "You...!"

They were so familiar with each other that Miss Mu's pretentiousness could no longer scare Yang Mo. He just waved his hands indifferently: "Don't worry, don't worry, I get it. I'll pay attention next time... But then again, Miss, I've been setting up the fishing rod for almost two hours. Where's the big fish you invited? Why hasn't it come over to take the bait yet?"

Mu Liya: “…”

After calming down her emotions, Mu Liya glared at him unhappily: "You guessed it all?" Yang Mo rolled his eyes: "Sister, you have to understand, today is Friday! With your personality, would you abandon so much work for no reason and take me out to go fishing to relax?"

As he said this, he pointed at the composite fishing rod in front of him and said, "And can you please act more seriously... This Geno brand fishing rod can only be considered an entry-level model internationally, but it is a brand that is definitely used by fishing clubs. It is hard to buy in China right now, and the price is very high... You, who don't even know what to wear for fishing, have this fishing rod, you are kidding me!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Liya glanced at the ordinary-looking fishing rod, then looked down at her tulle pleated skirt, and said in a somewhat depressed tone, "Have you guessed who asked you out?"

Yang Mo chuckled twice: "You said that this nest was told to you by an elder who you thought was good at fishing... Who else in the drilling company can be respected as an elder by you and also likes fishing?"

As he spoke, Yang Mo looked around: "This damn weather is so hot, I've agreed in advance that I will wait for 15 minutes at most... If Mr. Wang doesn't come within 15 minutes, I will leave!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Mu Liya's eyes, but she looked at him with a sneer on her face: "Do you think Uncle Wang would put down all the work in his hands and come all the way to see you? Don't dream... To tell you the truth, it's not him, guess again!"

Yang Mo curled his lips when he heard this: "Whatever you say, I still say that after 15 minutes, I will pat my butt and leave... Then, whether you want to catch me or let me catch you, it won't be that easy!"

Mu Liya seemed to be somewhat disgusted by this guy's somewhat arrogant demeanor and tone, and snorted coldly: "I still let you fish? Do you really think you are a big shot?"

Yang Mo chuckled: "Before, I was at most a river-crossing pawn, so naturally I was only qualified to be fished for; but now... maybe in some people's eyes, I have become a river-crossing horse, or even a horse, so naturally it is a little different."

Mu Liya looked at him hatefully and was about to say something back at him, but she heard a slightly harsh engine sound coming from far away.

When they turned their heads, they found that an ordinary-looking black Santana appeared in their sight.

………………

"Are you Yang Mo?"

"Yeah, not bad, the boy looks very energetic and much more handsome than in the photo!"

Signaling the driver to find a place to rest, Wang Yinuo, accompanied by Miss Mu, looked Yang Mo up and down with the attitude of an elder, then skillfully spread out a stool beside him, took out the fishing rod, put bait on it, and cast the rod.

After the fishing rod was fixed, the seemingly extremely elegant company boss took out a bottle of magical wine with the words on the label almost worn out and two one-cent cups from his luggage bag like a magic trick.

Carefully putting the cap on the bottle, Wang Yinuo handed over a glass of wine and said with a smile: "I like to have a few sips whenever I want lately... Do you want to accompany an old man like me to satisfy your craving... After all, drinking alone in broad daylight makes me look like a drunkard."

Looking at Mr. Wang, whose style seemed quite different from what he had imagined, Yang Mo smiled and said, "Okay!"

As he said this, he took the cup, toasted to Wang Yinuo from a distance, and drank it in one gulp.

Ok?
Unlike what I had imagined, this glass of wine, which looked quite old, had quite a bit of flavor loss. Not only was the taste bland and sharp, it also had a slight sour taste.

Seeing Wang Yinuo savoring the stale old wine with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction, Yang Mo suddenly became a little curious about this Mr. Wang.

"Boss Wang, I wonder why you suddenly asked Manager Mu to ask me out today. What's the matter?"

After Wang Yinuo tasted the first sip of the old wine and sighed with great comfort, Yang Mo asked with a smile.

Wang Yinuo looked at the young man who had never shown any sign of restraint because of his identity, and smiled slightly: "I heard Xiaoya say that you are the smartest and the most difficult to understand among her peers. I think you can guess why I suddenly asked you out today."

As he spoke, Wang Yinuo clumsily removed the cap of the bottle of Shenxian wine that might have been produced in the 50s, filled another glass of wine for the two of them, and put the cap back on. He then reluctantly put the bottle on the ground and said, "These wines are my treasures that I brought with me when I left Shanghai. I have never been willing to drink them all these years. "

"There is a local saying in old Shanghai, which goes, 'Old wine goes with old words, listen to Yiga Sanhu; you say I don't believe you, you really know how to make waves'... It means that when you are drunk, you start to brag, and you can't believe a single word of the empty talk after drinking."

As he spoke, Wang Yinuo raised his glass again, then drank it in one gulp: "You know, when I get older, I like to reminisce about the past after drinking a little... So, before we talk about business, are you willing to listen to a few words of nonsense from an old man like me?"

Reminiscing about the past?

After taking a quick look at Mr. Wang, who looked to be no more than fifty years old, Yang Mo paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since Mr. Wang has the leisure and elegance to do so, I, as a junior, should listen attentively."

Hearing Yang Mo referring to himself as a junior, Wang Yinuo looked at the wilderness more than ten miles away from the drilling company, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then suddenly asked: "Yang Mo, given your relationship with Lao Zhang, you must know that he and I used to be colleagues, right?"

Yang Mo nodded: "Director Zhang mentioned this. You both worked in the dispatch room before. One of you was responsible for production material dispatch, and the other was responsible for department coordination dispatch. You worked together very happily for a while."

Hearing the word "dispatching room", Wang Yinuo sighed nostalgically: "It's a small core department with only seven or eight people in total. Someone has to be on duty 24 hours a day. How can the relationship between them not be good when they are together day and night?"

As he said this, he adjusted the position of the fishing rod, then tilted his head and looked at Yang Mo: "Then do you know why Lao Zhang and I had a complete falling out later, and even now, he still hates me?"

Ok?
Yang Mo vaguely sensed that Mr. Wang was about to say something extremely important about the current chess game, so he straightened up and said, "I don't know."

(End of this chapter)