Chapter 197 Brother Chuan coaxes his daughter-in-law
Chapter 197 Brother Chuan coaxes his wife
Ling Jiang raised his head, with obvious sullenness on his face, "Let me ask you, why are these things at home?"
Li Li had no choice but to tell the truth.
When he learned that his wife had gone to get the things back, Ling Jiang was so angry that he wanted to rush over and slap her.
"Who told you to go to Boss Wei, and you took back the apology I gave you. How did you do such a shameless thing!? Ah, you don't want the face, I still want it!"
After being scolded by her husband, Li Li was not happy, "Who is so shameless? She, surnamed Wei, accepted such valuable things but did not withdraw the case, she is shameless!"
Ling Jiang's head was so angry that he said, "You can't blame Boss Wei for this matter. If my mother hadn't hit and scolded him indiscriminately and said such unpleasant things, could he have reported the case? You
You want people to withdraw the case, but you don’t even have the attitude to admit your mistake, so why should they withdraw the case?”
"Then why does she ask for two hundred yuan? Her little skin injury can be healed in just two days. Dad and I went there, and she asked for two hundred yuan and treated us like fools?!"
"You brought it on yourself. If you want to blame it, blame your mother's bad temper!"
"Mr. Ling, who is your wife? Are you turning your elbows outward..."
The couple had a huge quarrel over the gift, and no one was willing to give in. In the end, Ling Jiang left the house angrily.
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After playing with Ling Chunhua in the yard for a while, Yun Mo got up and prepared to go back to the house to study, but as soon as she got up, she was stopped by Ling Chuan.
"Momo."
Yun Mo turned to look at the man, "What's wrong?"
Lingchuan's expression showed a hint of embarrassment, and his face was a little red, "I, I bought a gift for you."
After saying that, he handed a square box to her.
Yun Mo was slightly surprised when she saw the Walkman pattern printed on the box.
Walkmans in this era were not cheap. Even the most mediocre domestic ones cost about 100 yuan each. They were single-sided and had average sound quality. Ordinary people couldn't afford them.
"What made you think of buying this?"
"I saw Zeng Fang listening to English on her Walkman the other day. I passed by the bookstore today and saw one for sale, so I bought one for you. You can also use it to listen to English tapes in the future."
Seeing that the man was looking at her hesitantly after he finished speaking, Yun Mo turned to her niece who was lying on the stone table writing: "Chunhua, it's too dark in the yard and it's not good for your eyes. You go back to the house and write."
"good."
When Ling Chunhua returned to the wing with her books and writing pad, Lingchuan walked up to her, his dark eyes showing softness and flattery, "Momo, please don't be angry, okay?"
Although his wife didn't say a harsh word or give him a cold look, he could feel that she was still angry with him.
In fact, Yun Mo wasn't too angry, but she felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say, so she took the action of opening her walkman without responding to the man's words.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Lingchuan just stood there, looking at her for a moment, like a sinner waiting for trial, with frustration and pity on his body.
The Walkman is silver-gray with a plastic casing. For Yunmo, who has seen various smart technology electronic products in the 21st century, this thing is inferior and useless. But for people of this generation, especially girls of her age
, owning a Walkman is something worth showing off.
Yun Mo put the Walkman into the box and looked up at the man, "Thank you."
She saw a gleam of light in the man's eyes, "Momo, are you not angry with me anymore?"
"I am not angry."
Lingchuan didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he looked a little happy, "Momo, you go study, I'll go to the warehouse to settle today's accounts."
"Um."
Back in the house, Yun Mo put the Walkman on the bookshelf, and her mood improved inexplicably.
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Half an hour later, Ling Chunhua ran out of the room with her book in hand. Through the window, she saw her aunt sitting at the desk studying. She pursed her lips and thought for a while, then turned and ran towards the warehouse.
"uncle!"
Lingchuan turned around and saw his niece, his stern eyebrows showing a bit of softness, "Chunhua, what's wrong?"
Ling Chunhua handed her little notebook over, "My aunt taught me how to write names, and asked me to fill a page with each word. I finished it."
Lingchuan put down the account book in his hand, took his niece's small notebook, and looked through it carefully, with approval on his face.
"Not bad, well written."
After receiving the compliment, Ling Chunhua showed a shy smile. She looked at the messy warehouse and said sensibly: "Uncle, let me help you organize it."
"Okay, you get a small basket and pick up everything that falls on the ground into the small basket."
"Um!"
When it was almost 10 o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Ling Chunhua volunteered to open the door. When she saw the person outside the door was Ling Jiang, she jumped up and down with joy.
"dad!"
Seeing his daughter's joy and innocence, Ling Jiang couldn't help but smile a little.
He bent down and picked up his daughter, stepped over the threshold, and while closing the door, asked her what she was doing.
Ling Chunhua counted on her fingers, "My aunt and I went to see Erbai's eggs, wrote three pages of names, and helped my uncle organize his things..."
Lingchuan, who heard the sound, came out of the warehouse and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Ling Jiang coming back.
"Brother, what's the matter with coming here so late?"
The smile on Ling Jiang's face faded a little, and he showed a bit of sadness, but he couldn't elaborate in front of his daughter, so he just said: "It's nothing, you can do your work first, and we will talk about it after you finish your work."
"That's fine."
Lingchuan was busy sorting out the accounts, while Ling Jiang sat and smoked a cigarette, and then tidied the warehouse with his daughter.
Time passed bit by bit.
At 10:30, Lingchuan suddenly put down the account book and pen in his hand.
Ling Jiang hurriedly asked: "Chuanzi, have you finished the account?"
"No, I'm going to help Momo warm up the milk."
"..."
Good.
"Momo, milk."
"Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."
After saying that, Yun Mo suddenly remembered Ling Chunhua, who was staying at home, and turned to Lingchuan and said, "Pour some in a bowl for Chunhua to drink. She is in very poor health. It would be great if she can make up for it."
Lingchuan nodded, quickly went to the kitchen to get a clean small bowl, and poured one-third of the milk in the cup.
After Lingchuan left, Yunmo picked up the milk cup and continued to answer questions while drinking.
Lingchuan brought the milk to the warehouse and greeted his niece who was picking up jewelry: "Chunhua, come here."
"Uncle!" Ling Chunhua immediately put down the bamboo basket in her hand and ran to him.
Lingchuan knelt down and put the bowl to his niece's mouth, "Here, drink the milk."
When he heard that the bowl was filled with milk, Ling Jiang couldn't help but be shocked, "Kuanzi, this is my sister's milk, how come you..."
"It was Momo who asked me. She said that Chunhua was in poor health."
Ling Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became slightly moist.