On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

Ling Chuan didn't talk nonsense, and directly expressed his intention to the Li family, "I'll get the sauerkraut jar, and I'll leave as soon as I get it."

Father Li obviously didn't know about this, and he looked blank, "What sauerkraut jar?"

Li's mother was yawning, she paused when she heard the words, and then said haha: "Oh, that, I wanted to take the time to tell your wife, I accidentally dropped the jar of pickled cabbage on the way home It was broken, and I will buy a bigger and better one to compensate her another day."

Ling Chuan's face darkened, his dark eyes were thicker than the night, and he just stared at Li's mother intently.

The tall body was shrouded in the night, and his whole body exuded a coldness, just like the king of Hades who was threatening his life.

Li's mother felt chills down her spine, "Chuanzi, you, what are you doing looking at me like that?"

Seeing Li's mother's guilty conscience and evasion, Ling Chuan stopped talking nonsense and walked directly into Li's house.

Li's house is a typical farm house with clay tiles, three main rooms, two side rooms on the left, and pigsty and chicken shed on the right.

Ling Chuan searched from room to room, and finally found the Dragon Jar in the closet of Li Li's younger brother Li Zhijie's room.

He took out the portraits for comparison, and after confirming that it was Yunmo's, Ling Chuan was about to leave holding the dragon jar.

Li Zhijie, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, stopped pretending, and stood up and grabbed Ling Chuan's arm with a quick stride, "Chuanzi, wait a minute, don't leave, talk if you have something to say."

Ling Chuan shook off the other party expressionlessly, and warned in a deep voice: "This is the last time, there will be a next time, don't blame me for not showing respect to relatives."

Father Li looked at the two in a daze, "Chuanzi, what's going on here? Is this jar important?"

Ling Chuan looked at Father Li, "Uncle Li might as well take some time to discipline his son, not every time he gets into trouble, someone will take care of him. In the past, thieves came to the house and took it. For my brother's sake, I didn't care.

Fortunately, the jar was found this time, otherwise, you would just wait for the national meal! "

After Ling Chuan finished his harsh words, he lifted his legs and left. Li Zhijie didn't dare to stop him, but he couldn't bear the baby in his hand to fly away like this, so he followed behind.

"Chuanzi, that's all right. I'll pay you 50 yuan for this jar, okay?"

Seeing that Ling Chuan was unmoved, Li Zhijie raised the price again, "80 yuan, 100 yuan? Chuanzi, why don't you make a price and we can discuss it."

Ling Chuan stopped and turned to look at the other party.

Li Zhijie thought there was something going on, and hurriedly said: "I won't hide it from you, a boss I knew before, who specially collected sauerkraut jars like younger brothers and sisters, and one can be sold for about 200 yuan, no matter when it is sold. How much is it, we add two to one to make five, half for one person, how about it?"

What Ling Chuan didn't understand now was that worrying about the sauerkraut being spoiled was just an excuse, and the Li family's idea of ​​the dragon jar was the idea from the very beginning.

If he doesn't come tonight, the jar may change hands tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Ling Chuan got angry from his heart, kicked Li Zhijie to the ground, and then stepped forward to make up for it twice, kicking Li Zhijie clutching his stomach and screaming ouch.

Mother Li screamed and rushed forward, "Chuanzi, what are you doing! Stop!"

Father Li reacted a little slower, but subconsciously stepped forward to stop Ling Chuan, "Chuan Zi, what are you doing, if you have something to say..."

Ling Chuan stared coldly at Li Zhijie who was lying on the ground and screaming non-stop, "Remember, this is the last time, if you dare to make up your mind next time, I will never let you go."

Amidst Li Zhijie's call and Li's mother's crying, Ling Chuan turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

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In a daze, Yunmo was awakened by a rustling sound, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the square table, drinking water with his neck raised.

Under the dim light, the man's side face is sharp and angular, and his Adam's apple is rolling up and down because of drinking water, which is extremely sexy.

I really want to touch it.

Realizing her thoughts, Yunmo's face suddenly became hot.

Seeing that she was awake, Ling Chuan put down the pottery bowl and handed her the dragon jar on the wooden table.

"Look, is it this?"

Yunmo took the dragon jar and looked at it carefully, then nodded, "Well, it's it."

With her affirmation, Ling Chuan heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately reminded: "Since it is a valuable thing, then put it away and don't leave it lying around. You may not be so lucky to find it next time."

Yunmo was not happy when she heard this, "Where did I misplace it, I obviously put it in my own home, okay, can you be reasonable."

Ling Chuan didn't argue with her, but some strings in his heart seemed to be gently teased by someone.

In her heart, this is her home, so she puts such a precious dragon-pattern jar in the house with confidence.

From the beginning to the end, she was not defensive against him.

This recognition made him feel as if what he drank just now was not cold water, but a large glass of sweet honey water, and every pore in his body revealed comfort.

"Check the jar for damage. I'll take a shower outside."

"Oh."

After looking carefully, she didn't find any traces of knocking on the dragon pattern jar, so Yunmo found two thick old clothes, wrapped them up, and put them on the bottom layer of the wooden cabinet.

As soon as it was put away, Ling Chuan returned to the house covered in moisture.

It should be because he just took a cold shower, and Yunmo could feel the coldness emanating from the man from a long distance away.

Yunmo realized belatedly that it was already midnight.

Thinking that the other party had been running all night to help her bring back the dragon jar, and maybe she didn't have dinner, Yunmo subconsciously asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Seeing Ling Chuan turning his head to look at her, Yun Mo hurriedly took out biscuits and milk from her backpack.

"I bought this on the train. I haven't finished eating it. You can eat it."

Ling Chuan was not polite to her either, he took the food and sat down at the wooden table and started to eat.

The way the man eats is not elegant at all, even a bit rude, but with that pretty face, it is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Yunmo sat on the edge of the bed, looking at it, she felt a little hungry, but there was no food in her backpack.

In fact, she took these biscuits and milk out of the space and put them in her backpack for spare. When she guessed that he might not have dinner, she did so subconsciously.

Ling Chuan finished eating soon, and raised his black eyes to look at her, "It's getting late, you can continue to sleep, I'm leaving."

Yunmo was a little dazed, "Where are you going?"

"Back to the construction site."

Yunmo looked at the dark sky outside the door, "Are you leaving so early?"

"The construction period is tight, so I have to go and watch it before I can rest assured."

Ling Chuan thought for a while, then touched ten yuan from his body and handed it to her, "You take the money first."

"No, I have it myself."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ling Chuan turned around and put the money on the table, "I'm leaving, I need to call."

"Ling Chuan."

When the other party was about to walk out of the door, Yunmo subconsciously called out to the other party, "What do you think about the separation?"

Ling Chuan turned around, and looked at her with deep black eyes without emotion, "I should be asking what you think, do you want a divorce, or just want to live alone?"

Yunmo was stopped by the question thrown back by the other party.