The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 7: Caught a Female Painter in the River
August 8, Saturday, the weather is sunny and suitable for fishing.

After arranging the work at the Architectural Institute early, Huang Zhenhua slipped away.

He is not like his original self who likes to design things himself. During this period of time, he has already handed over most of the work to his subordinates.

At most, you just need to pay attention to progress, dispatch manpower, do less hands-on work and provide more guidance. Otherwise, how can you be called a leader?

With the foundation of original knowledge, he only needs to review it briefly and does not need to delve into it further. After all, he will not be doing this job in the future.

Huang Zhenhua himself did not go fishing often, but now that he had come to this world, it seemed that he had nothing good to do for entertainment for the time being, and his hobby from his previous life was not well supported by his current financial situation.

I can't always go for a massage and foot bath every day to take care of myself, so after seeing the fishing gear today, I thought about it and decided to expand myself. What if I traveled to the world of fishermen?

Arriving at the river that he often visited in his memory, Huang Zhenhua put on sunglasses and took his fishing gear to his usual fishing spot, only to find that there was someone sketching above that fishing spot.

Huang Zhenhua frowned. There was no more suitable fishing spot nearby. Fortunately, it was just sketching, so there wouldn't be much noise.

When passing by the wild female painter wearing a fisherman's hat, Huang Zhenhua glanced at her painting, which was the scenery in front and looked like it was almost half finished.

It's a pity that I don't understand art, I just think it looks good. In my previous life, I was an art student, and it's not only good-looking...

However, I didn't have any intention of striking up a conversation at the moment, so after finding a good position, I started to organize my equipment.

I have to say that the original person was a really bad student with a lot of stationery. I never saw him catch any fish when I watched the show, but he carried so many big bags and small boxes. It would be better for him to carry a bamboo pole.

There were ripples on the water surface, and the surroundings became quiet, with only the sound of Huang Zhenhua playing with the lure.

Perhaps it was his first time fishing in this world, and with the benefits of a novice, Huang Zhenhua caught a five-jin sea bass not long after he cast the rod.

I didn’t expect that my Luya was so good!
Huang Zhenhua felt more excited at this moment than when he made a million in the stock market. After all, he was confident in the stock market, while fishing was all about luck!

After taking the fish, Huang Zhenhua turned the fish around inconspicuously and even held it up and pretended to look at it in the sun.

After a long time, Huang Zhenhua finally put the fish into the fish bucket. At the same time, his eyes under the sunglasses glanced at the wild female painter next to him who was also turning her head away.

Catching fish without anyone noticing is like walking in the night in brocade clothes!

Huang Zhenhua was delighted and wanted to press on with his victory, but when the weather turned cloudy and the wind started to blow, he didn't catch any more fish.

The most annoying thing is that the fish in the river jumped out of the water one by one but refused to bite the hook.

Although he didn't see it, Huang Zhenhua seemed to be able to feel the wild female painter's vague gaze. He felt that the other person's gaze was full of contempt.

Seeing that it was about to rain and that he could only catch one fish today, Huang Zhenhua began to pack up his gear.

"Puff! Puff!"

The two sounds of people falling into the water made Huang Zhenhua, who was packing up his things, turn his head and see the drawing board floating down, the painter sinking and floating, accompanied by her cries for help.

"Damn! How can such a big person fall into the water!"

Huang Zhenhua had no choice but to put down his things, take off his coat and shoes and jump into the river.

"Don't move, I'm here to save you!"

Fortunately, they were not far away, and Huang Zhenhua swam to her side quickly, put his arm around her neck, and swam back.

Although she couldn't swim, fortunately she didn't lose her mind and didn't move after Huang Zhenhua put his arms around her neck.

After getting ashore, the rain got heavier and heavier. The female painter coughed up water and thanked Huang Zhenhua intermittently.

"Thank...thank...brother!"

The female painter now looks very disheveled. Her fisherman's hat is gone, revealing an oval face. Although her face is wet and her hair is messy, her beautiful appearance can still be seen.

The two were now soaked. Huang Zhenhua picked up the fishing gear and said:

"Come on, follow me back to the car to avoid the rain."

The female painter nodded, looked at the disappearing drawing board and painting, and could only follow Huang Zhenhua.

After getting in the car, Huang Zhenhua took out a large pack of tissues to wipe her, then started the car and asked:

"Where are you staying? Should I take you home?" "No, let's find a hotel first. I need to change clothes and blow dry my hair."

The two spoke very little along the way, and they learned that her drawing board was blown over by the wind while she was sketching. In desperation, she tried to grab the drawing board, but ended up falling into the water.

Huang Zhenhua felt that it was somewhat inappropriate to bring the girl to a hotel on their first meeting, so he turned a corner and drove to the foot massage shop he often went to.

"Welcome, Mr. Huang! What are you doing...?" The lobby manager recognized Huang Zhenhua at a glance, the customer who had come many times in a row but had never recharged his card once.

At this moment, seeing him bringing a young girl who was also wet, I wondered what kind of fun was this?
Huang Zhenhua waved his hand without further explanation, and after entering with the female painter, he said:

"Open a private room, and have someone buy a set of clothes for me and this girl. Just ask her for her size."

Fortunately, Huang Zhenhua took off his coat before rescuing the man, otherwise his cell phone and wallet would have been completely wet.

When going upstairs, the female painter kept thanking Huang Zhenhua, saying that she would give all the money to Huang Zhenhua, including as a thank you for saving her before.

Huang Zhenhua did not pretend to be magnanimous. He knew from her dress and behavior that she was not short of money, but for the time being he could only say that they could talk about this after they had cleaned up.

"It will take a while to buy the clothes. After you take a bath, you can change into your bathrobe and have a massage."

Huang Zhenhua could tell that the girl had never been to a foot massage shop. The foot massage industry at that time was indeed not as prosperous as it would be in later generations.

But for a regular customer like Huang Zhenhua in his previous life, what he loved most was to invite new customers to have their feet washed and watch them go from being shy and timid to being indulged in the enjoyment.

tsk...

I will have to try the commercial K of this era in the future.

Only after Huang Zhenhua finished massaging his shoulders did the female painter lie down on the massage bed on the other side of him.

Huang Zhenhua turned his head and found that the girl was more beautiful than he had expected, with an oval face, peach blossom eyes, delicate features, and hair draped over her shoulders.

At this time, she was still a little embarrassed, after all, it was her first time for a massage.

Huang Zhenhua consoled her, "Relax, now that you are here, there are fruits and food available, why don't you eat something first?"

Seeing her shaking her head, Huang Zhenhua signaled to another technician who had been waiting for a long time to give her a massage.

Then the only sound in the box was the old Hong Kong movie "The Warlord". Although it was an old movie, Huang Zhenhua still watched it with great interest.

What Huang Zhenhua didn't expect was that the girl adjusted herself so quickly. Although she had just said she didn't want to eat, she ended up watching the movie and laughing while she finished the fruit.

The movie was halfway through and the massage was over. As soon as the technician left, Huang Zhenhua's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Zhenhua, why haven't you come home yet?"

"Mom, I'll work overtime and go home later."

"Have you contacted the girl I introduced to you a few days ago?"

"We have contacted each other and have arranged to meet. But it is a blind date after all, so don't hold your expectations too high."

Huang Zhenhua did contact her, but it was limited to sending text messages to say hello. Although he knew it was easy to meet in person, what could they do in person?
In the original drama, it was obvious that the other person was not interested in blind dates, but Huang Zhenhua didn't believe that as long as he showed his domineering aura, the other person would fall for him.

A famous radio host once said: Female doctors are fighters among humans, surrounded by multiple layers of halos, the aura of knowledge, the aura of indifference, and the aura of rationality.

According to the performance in the original drama, Bai Xiaohe perfectly meets the above characteristics, so Huang Zhenhua decided to stay out of the spotlight for the time being.

But Huang's mother didn't care about that. She said, "I don't care about that. Since you have made an appointment to meet her, you have to do your best!"

"Let it go. I'll do my best."

When Huang Zhenhua answered the phone, the female painter paused the movie and listened.

After Huang Zhenhua hung up the phone, she smiled and said:

"Brother, you're having a massage here with me without telling your blind date, I hope your sister won't be angry?"

(End of this chapter)