Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

Han Xijun never jokes around.

It's not that his persona doesn't allow it; it's that he's very strict with himself. A carefree, joking attitude is equivalent to being irresponsible, and he can't focus on anything he does.

At this moment, Han Xijun had no choice but to put on a grin.

He believes in the saying, "You can't hit someone who's smiling at you."

Watching Wu Haiyuan approach step by step.

Wu Haiyuan took a dozen or twenty steps to cover a distance of about ten meters. Han Xijun chuckled and said, "If we exercise together, your workout will definitely be more effective than mine."

A chill wafted in from somewhere.

It's not cold at all; even with the sea breeze blowing, the temperature is around 20 degrees Celsius.

Standing in front of Han Xijun, Wu Haiyuan said in a low voice, "Are you saying my legs are short?"

Han Xijun was stunned for a moment.

He was puzzled.

Because he didn't mention that Wu Haiyuan had short legs. Wu Haiyuan looked at Han Xijun, who had a puzzled expression, and felt utterly helpless.

If this man were to say that he had short legs, he would have said it directly, so his words just now were not meant to be sarcastic, but were purely an exclamation.

hateful.

His gaze involuntarily swept over Han Xijun from top to bottom.

The muscles in his arms, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, were very prominent, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands exuded a strong masculine charm.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, his handsome face, adorned with a smile, made it impossible to get angry.

He held the fishing rod in one hand and ran the other hand through his hair.

With just this one move, an idol singer would definitely charm a huge number of fans.

Han Xijun said slowly, "I didn't say your legs are short. Did you hear me wrong?"

Wu Haiyuan sighed deeply and asked, "Where's my father?"

Han Xijun pointed casually.

Wu Haiyuan followed Han Xijun's finger and saw his father standing on the reef. He immediately walked over and called out, "Dad, Dad!" His father heard the familiar voice from the reef.

Looking up, he saw Wu Haiyuan arrive. His father was initially delighted, but then composed himself and, from three meters away, said to Wu Haiyuan standing on the dock, "Why are you back?"

Wu Haiyuan said, "Dad, it's dangerous on the rocks, you should come down first."

Dad said, "It's alright. Didn't I used to fish here?"

Wu Haiyuan persuaded, "The sun has set, and the waves are quite big today. Dad, why don't you come down first?"

There are fish here.

"Fish are not important"

"Daughter, you don't understand. I made a bet with Han Xijun."

Wu Haiyuan turned to look at Han Xijun.

Han Xijun walked over with his fishing rod, shrugged, and said, "I told my uncle I wouldn't bet, but he insisted."

Wu Haiyuan asked, "So what are you betting on?"

Han Xijun quickly explained the bet to Wu Haiyuan. Wu Haiyuan immediately guessed that his father hadn't caught any fish.

She asked, "How many have you caught?"

Wu Haiyuan thought that Han Xijun hadn't caught many fish, so his father still had a competitive spirit and a chance to win.

As a result, Han Xijun told Wu Haiyuan that he was lucky and caught a lot.

I knew something was wrong.

Before Wu Haiyuan could say anything, Han Xijun leaned closer to him and added, "I threw them all back into the sea."

Wu Haiyuan stared wide-eyed at Han Xijun.

Clearly, she hadn't expected Han Xijun to do this.

Han Xijun is also someone who values ​​results very much; his work requires him to prioritize results.

Of course, Han Xijun's emotional intelligence has always been on point, something Wu Haiyuan knows better than anyone else. He had already felt Han Xijun's high emotional intelligence when they were recording "72 Hours of Blind Date".

It was still somewhat unexpected.

Didn't we make a bet? Are you just forfeiting and winning?

Even if Dad catches a small fish, Han Xijun will still lose in the end.

In that instant, Wu Haiyuan actually wanted to say a few words to Han Xijun, but why did he throw them all back? He should have at least left one or two things to ensure he didn't lose.

She didn't want her father to lose, nor did she want Han Xijun to lose; a draw would be best.

Han Xijun said softly, "There won't be any fish catching at this time. Now that you're here, we should stop fishing."

Wu Haiyuan realized what was happening.

Yes, now that we're all here at the dock, fishing is definitely over.

Han Xijun is not only emotionally intelligent, but also has a consistently high IQ; his insight and judgment have not diminished in the slightest.

Wu Haiyuan felt relieved and called out, "Dad, it's getting dark soon, let's stop fishing."

Wu Haiyuan's father replied, "There's still a bite; we can fish for a while longer."

"Mom will be here soon, let's pack our things."

Wu Haiyuan's father glanced over and saw Han Xijun reeling in his fishing rod. He thought he had lost.

In reality, even if you keep fishing, you won't catch anything.

He originally planned to stall for time until the other anglers left before admitting that he was not as good at fishing as Han Xijun. As long as Han Xijun didn't go around publicizing it, he could save face.

Wu Haiyuan's arrival caused things to deviate from his original plan.

Admitting to Wu Haiyuan that he was no better at fishing than Han Xijun would be incredibly embarrassing for a father.

In the future, everyone at home will know that the father-in-law is not as good at fishing as the son-in-law. When Wu Zhiyuan comes to the house with a new boyfriend, will he still be able to keep her in check?

From the moment I met Han Hee-joon, I was always at a disadvantage.

This guy is his own worst enemy.

"Dad, come down first."

Reluctant to put away the fishing rod, yet still having to face the challenge.

At the crucial moment, Wu Haiyuan said, "Let's go to the restaurant and order first, then we can start eating when Mom arrives."

"Ordering?" "Yes, Dad's favorite cold sashimi, sea squirt, abalone, and shellfish soup."

"Well, cooking fish doesn't take much time."

"Dad wants to choose the fish first. He doesn't know how to choose fish, so Dad has to choose."

"select?"

"Hmm, let's choose at the restaurant."

"Didn't he catch some fish? He can just process them; they're all grouper."

Wu Haiyuan said, "All the fish he caught got away."

Wu Haiyuan's father was stunned for a moment, then asked, "It ran away?"

After putting away his fishing rod, Han Xijun said, "Uncle, the waves have knocked the fish basket away."

"real?"

Upon asking this question, Wu Haiyuan's father quickly composed himself, suppressing his smug smile, and asked with a serious expression, "Didn't you secure the fish basket?"

Han Xijun said, "I didn't know it would be swept away by the waves. Now all I have left is the fishing rod." "Well, never mind, you haven't fished in a long time either. Let's go, let's go to the restaurant and order first. I'm not going to let my daughter wait here hungry while we catch some fish."

Pick up the fishing rod.

With a nimble leap, Wu Haiyuan's father jumped from the reef onto the dock.

His agile figure didn't look like that of someone over fifty.

That rock really did become a stepping stone.

He reeled in his fishing rod with practiced ease, saying as he did so, "Hee-jun, let's save our bet for next time."

Han Xijun nodded and said, "Okay, Uncle, let's continue the competition next time we go back to Incheon."

In fact, how could Wu Haiyuan's father not know what was going on?

He was still unsure whether Wu Haiyuan had told Han Xijun to throw the fish away or whether Han Xijun had thrown it away beforehand.

It seems like Han Hee-joon threw it away beforehand.

This future son-in-law is qualified.