Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 315

The plastic tank, which was used to store fish, shook and made quite a noise.

The two people who were teaching and learning were both shocked, and even Larry, who was next to them, was also shocked.

Charlie sat down, and his deep eyes never stopped staring at her. He didn't hide the coldness in his eyes at all. It was already a warm spring day, but it made people feel cold.

It felt awkward to be stared at, even for someone with the greatest stability.

"Well!" Ryan cleared his throat and loosened his grip. "Wendy, it's just like what I taught you. You can try first, ask me again if you don't know how. It's not difficult. You just need to calm down and that's all!" "Okay..." Wendy nodded her head.

She held Larry with one hand and the fishing rod with the other.

The gaze next to her that having a strong sense of presence finally disappeared for the time being. From the corner of her eyes, she could see that with a flick of his strong arm, the rod was flung over the river, and the float floated on it as the ripples of the water spread out.

For a moment, the riverbank was quiet.

Ryan was right. The most important thing about fishing was to calm one's heart. Right now, the only thing they could do was to quietly wait for the rods to move, and it's a test of patience. Wendy secretly glanced sideways.

Charlie was sitting there with his legs spread wide apart, his elbow on his knee, and he looked at the float on the river. But it wasn't long before his brow getting furrowed. She was not surprised. It seemed that she had known it would be like this.

Charlie was not a very patient person, and activities like fishing were not suitable for him. Something more bloodthirsty like shooting or billiards would suit him better. Withdrawing her gaze, Wendy could not calm down either.

After Charlie joined them, she became the one sitting in the middle, surrounded by two men, and felt uncomfortable all the time. Fortunately, she still had Larry by her side. Wendy couldn't help but hug Larry even tighter.

The river's shaking. There's a fish on the hook. Ryan smiled at her as he reeled it in. "Wendy, I think I've caught a fish!" "Really?" Wendy hurried over.

It was a carp of about two pounds, which was picked up and placed in a plastic bucket and swam freely.

Wendy said in surprise, "This fish is quite big..." "Hehe, not bad!" Ryan laughed.

Charlie, who was still in the same position, gave a cold snort with a disdainful expression.

Wendy bit her lip and tried to comfort him by saying, "Urn, Charlie, don't worry, you should be able to catch one soon..."

Charlie gave her a sidelong glance, with an arrogant look on his face. "I'll show you what big fish is later."

"..." Well, that would be fine.

Silence returned to the riverbank. Wendy felt her grip on the rod go numb and it did not move a little for a long time. Just as she was about to place her rod on the support, Ryan's rod moved again. It seemed to be very heavy. Ryan leaned back and said, "Wendy, can you help me get the bucket?"

Wendy walked over and saw that the bouncing carp is being unhooked from the hook.

"Ah, Ryan, you've caught another one!" She couldn't help sighing.

"I didn't expect this either. Perhaps I'm more fortunate today!" Ryan said very humbly.

"It looks much better than that one!" Wendy squatted beside the plastic bucket and held Larry's hand, trying to get him to touch it. "Do you want to touch it, Larry?"

Larry had only played with small golden fish before, and he had never seen a living fish of this size before. He was a bit timid, but under her encouragement, he still bravely reached out his hand.

He poked the carp's head and the carp swam up, he pursed his lips and let out a sound of laughter then. The laughter was not a little harsh to Charlie's ears.

Especially when he thought of the "family of three" that Donna mentioned before, he stared at them fiercely for a long time, but they were concentrated on the fish in the bucket so that no one noticed him. When the anger had nowhere to vent, the rod in his hand suddenly moved.

This fish was heavy and the rod was bent a bit.

Charlie raised his eyebrows and felt a little proud. When he was about to reel it in, there was a "plop" sound coming from the river.

A big fish that he had just hooked broke free in the middle of his reel. It jumped back into the river from the air and then wandered around with a flick of its tail, leaving the hook floating on the river. D*mn!

Charlie felt so angry that he threw away the rod in his hand.

While Wendy was accompanying Larry to play with the fish in the bucket, there was a shadow shrouding her head all of a sudden. Then came a quiet male voice, a bit hard. "Wendy, come with me!" "What's the matter..." She looked up.

"I have something to ask you." Charlie put his hands in his pockets.

"...What?" Wendy frowned and didn't understand. She was still squatting.

Charlie looked down and glanced at Ryan. He twitched his thin lips and said seriously, "You slept with me, so you're not going to take responsibility?" Wendy almost bit her tongue.

His voice was neither too loud nor too low, sounding clear on top of her head.

Wendy almost jumped up on the spot, and covered his thin lips in a hurry, for fear that he would say something astonishing again.

She looked at Ryan, whose face was filled with shock, blushed because of embarrassment, she stammered, "Ryan, you go on fishing and take care of Larry for a while, I'll talk to him first..." After saying that, she dragged Charlie to a tree in the distance.

The branches are so leafy, like an umbrella. They weren't exposed to the sun, but the temperature on her face was extremely high.

Wendy looked back at the riverbank with her hands behind her back.

This man...

Just now, he stretched out his tongue and licked her palm...

Although she had rubbed her hand on her jeans, it still seemed to be wet.

Watching him stare at her with a calm expression, she gritted her teeth and said, "Charlie, can you stop talking nonsense in front of my friends?"

"What did I say?" Charlie leaned against a big tree, and his thin lips moved like a lazy resting beast.

"You..." Wendy opened her mouth in anger.

Charlie interrupted her and asked calmly, "Didn't you sleep with me?" Wendy was at a loss for words.

"Since you've slept with me, you're not going to take responsibility?" Charlie's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was as serious as before as if he was talking about a cooperation case. "..." Wendy was choked speechless by him.

It's a woman's loss, not a man's.

Charlie reached out his hand and grabbed her wrist while she was off guard. He pressed her against a tree and said, "You're right last time. I'm taking it seriously."