Chapter 197 Brother Chuan Coaxes His Wife

Ling Jiang raised his head, with obvious sullenness on his face, "I ask you, why are these things at home?"

Li Li had no way to evade, so she had to tell the truth.

Knowing that it was his daughter-in-law who went 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? You even took back the compensation I gave you. How did you do such a shameless thing!? Ah, you don't want face, I want it!"

After being scolded by her husband, Li Li was unhappy, "Who is shameless? Her surname Wei accepted such a valuable thing, but did not withdraw the case, she is shameless!"

Ling Jiang was so angry that his forehead was bulging, "You can't blame Boss Wei for this matter. If it wasn't for the mother who beat and scolded him indiscriminately, and even made such bad words, could he report the crime? You If you want people to withdraw the case, you don't even have the attitude of admitting your mistake, so why should they withdraw the case?"

"Then why does she ask for two hundred yuan? Her little skin injury can be cured in two days. Dad and I went there, and she asked for two hundred yuan for opening her mouth. She killed us as fools?!"

"That's what you asked for. If you want to blame it, blame your mother's bad temper!"

"Ling, who is your daughter-in-law? Are you turning your elbows out..."

The couple quarreled upside down because of the gift, and neither of them would give in. Finally, Ling Jiang left the house angrily and it was over.

—

After playing with Ling Chunhua in the yard for a while, Yunmo got up to go back to study in the house, but Ling Chuan stopped her just as she got up.

"Momo."

Yunmo turned to look at the man, "What's wrong?"

Ling Chuan's expression showed a trace of embarrassment, and his face was a little red, "I, I bought a gift for you."

After finishing speaking, he handed a boxy box in front of her.

Seeing the Walkman pattern printed on the box, Yun Mo was slightly surprised.

Walkmans in this era are not cheap. Even the most ordinary domestic products cost about 100 sets, and they are the ones with average sound quality for single-sided playback. Ordinary people simply cannot afford them.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​buying this?"

"I saw Zeng Fang listening to English on a Walkman the other day. I passed by a bookstore today and saw that it was on sale, so I bought one for you. You can also use it to listen to English tapes in the future."

Seeing the man finished speaking, looking at herself hesitantly, Yunmo turned her head and said to the niece who was lying on the stone table writing: "Chunhua, it's too dark in the yard, it's not good for your eyes, you go back to the house and write."

"it is good."

When Ling Chunhua returned to the wing with her books and notebooks, Ling Chuan walked across to her, his dark eyes showed tenderness and flattery, "Momo, don't be angry, okay?"

Although the daughter-in-law didn't say a harsh word, nor gave him a cold face, but he could feel that the daughter-in-law was still angry with him.

Actually, Yunmo wasn't too angry, she just felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say, so she took the action of taking off the walkman and didn't respond to the man's words.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ling Chuan just stood there, looking at her for a moment, like a sinner waiting to be judged, with frustration and pity on his body.

The walkman is silver-gray, with a plastic casing. For Yunmo, who has seen all kinds of smart technology and electronic products in the 21st century, this thing is inferior and tasteless, but for people of this age, especially girls like her age , owning a Walkman is a very flaunting thing.

Yunmo put the Walkman into the box, looked up at the man, "Thank you."

She saw the man's eyes light up, "Momo, are you not angry with me?"

"I am not angry."

Ling Chuan didn't know whether he believed it or not, and his face showed a bit of joy, "Momo, you go to study, I will go to the warehouse to settle today's accounts."

"Um."

Back in the house, Yunmo put the Walkman on the bookshelf, and her mood improved a lot for no reason.

—

Half an hour later, Ling Chunhua ran out of the room with the notebook in her hand, saw her aunt sitting at the desk studying through the window, pursed her lips and thought about it, then turned and ran towards the warehouse.

"uncle!"

Ling Chuan turned his head to see his niece, his stern brows showed a bit of softness, "Chunhua, what's wrong?"

Ling Chunhua handed over her small notebook, "My aunt taught me to write my name, and asked me to fill a page with each word, and I finished it."

Ling Chuan put down the ledger in his hand, took over his niece's small notebook, looked through it carefully, and showed approval on his face.

"Yes, very well written."

Ling Chunhua, who was praised, showed a shy smile. She looked at the messy warehouse and said sensiblely, "Uncle, let me tidy it up for you."

"Okay, you take a small basket and pick up everything that falls on the ground into the small basket."

"Um!"

When it was almost 10 o'clock, the door was knocked, Ling Chunhua volunteered to run to open the door, and when she saw that the person outside the door was Ling Jiang, she jumped up and down happily.

"dad!"

Seeing his daughter's cheerfulness and innocence, Ling Jiang couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

He bent down to pick up his daughter, stepped into the threshold, and asked her what she was doing while closing the door.

Ling Chunhua counted with her fingers, "My aunt and I went to see Erbai's egg, wrote three pages of names, and helped uncle organize things..."

Ling Chuan, who heard the voice, came out of the warehouse, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw Ling Jiang who had gone and returned.

"Brother, what's the matter here so late?"

The smile on Ling Jiang's face faded, showing a bit of sadness, but he couldn't elaborate on it in front of his daughter, so he just said: "It's nothing, you can go ahead and talk about it after you finish your work."

"Also."

Ling Chuan was busy sorting out the accounts, Ling Jiang sat and smoked a cigarette, and then cleaned up the warehouse with his daughter.

Time passed bit by bit.

At 10:30, Ling Chuan suddenly put down the book and pen in his hand.

Ling Jiang hurriedly asked: "Chuanzi, are you done with the account?"

"No, I'm going to help Momo heat the milk."

"..."

Good.

"Momo, milk."

"Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."

After finishing speaking, Yunmo suddenly remembered Ling Chunhua who was staying at home, she turned her head and said to Ling Chuan, "You can pour some in a bowl for Chunhua to drink, she is in poor health, she can make up for it a little bit."

Ling Chuan nodded, and quickly went to the kitchen to get a clean small bowl, and poured a third of the milk in the glass.

After Ling Chuan left, Yunmo picked up the milk cup and continued to answer questions while drinking.

Ling Chuan came to the warehouse with the milk, and greeted his niece who was picking up accessories: "Chunhua, come here."

"Uncle!" Ling Chunhua immediately put down the bamboo basket in her hand and ran to him.

Ling Chuan squatted down and fed the bowl to his niece, "Come on, drink the milk."

Hearing that the bowl was filled with milk, Ling Jiang couldn't help but be astonished, "Chuanzi, this is the milk of my brother and sister, why do you..."

"It was Momo who said Chunhua was in poor health."

Ling Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes became slightly moist.