The Plough

Chapter 126

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When Ling Shu returned home, Ling Yao still hadn't slept.

She sat upright on the sofa with her hands on her knees, wondering what she was thinking.

Ling Shu subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and collar.

I don't feel it, it seems a little swollen when I touch it.

The collar is also a bit wet and messy.

Especially the back, there may still be some moss.

The temples are wet, and you can see the difference at a glance.

But Ling Yao didn't ask.

She just glanced at Ling Shu, then lowered her eyes again.

"Your brother-in-law hasn't come back yet."

Ling Shu snorted for a while, and did not care about grooming.

"It's so late, are you working overtime?"

Ling Yao: "I called his office, but no one answered."

If you work overtime, someone should answer the phone.

This is really weird.

Ling Shu said: "It's raining outside, maybe there's a delay in the middle of the way, I'll go out and take a look."

"Bring an umbrella, have you eaten yet?"

Fortunately, Ling Yao hadn't completely forgotten about his brother, so he got up and went to get him an umbrella.

"Eat and eat!"

Ling Shu came and went in a hurry, and disappeared at the door in a blink of an eye.

The dark night is more chaotic because of the rain, like an ink painting that has been splashed with water and becomes blurred.

Ling Shu held an umbrella and walked out of the house, facing the damp soil and the smell of smoke.

… the smell of smoke

He followed the breath and looked.

There was a man standing under the eaves.

Not Zhou Thirty.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ling Shu was surprised.

"Finish this cigarette."

Yue Ding Tang said, took a deep breath of tail smoke, threw it to the ground and stomped it out.

"Press the fire outside and go back."

Ling Shu: …

He felt that the flame that had just been extinguished seemed to rekindle from somewhere in his body with these words.

The memory returned to a certain moment, and the two people were still in a trance.

Fortunately, it was dark, and the other party could not see his face.

Otherwise, there is no momentum.

Ling Shu patted the corner of his clothes out of nothing.

"I'm going to find my brother-in-law."

Yue Dingtang: "What?"

He still doesn't know what happened to the Ling family recently.

Ling Shu had no choice but to explain in a few words.

"I'll go to the concession area to see, if I can't figure out, my brother-in-law will go there."

Yue Dingtang said, "Your brother-in-law is definitely not there."

"How do you—"

Ling Shu had already seen Zhou Thirty before he knew the two words.

He walked fast and didn't even bring an umbrella. He lowered his head all the way, and only found Ling Shu when he got closer.

"Ashu, why are you here? This is... Mr. Yue?"

Yue Ding Tang nodded in greeting: "Hello."

"Hello, hello!" Zhou Thirty was a little embarrassed, "Come in and sit down!"

He described it as embarrassed and soaked all over. Ling Shu moved the umbrella over his head, but Zhou 30 didn't realize it.

Even Yue Dingtang could see that his thoughts were not of his own.

As soon as Zhou 30 inserted the key into the lock hole, the door opened.

Ling Yao stood behind the door and looked at him coldly.

"You know there is this home."

Zhou 30 smiled awkwardly: "I have something to do, and I am late."

Ling Yao turned around and entered without looking at him.

Ling Shu murmured: "I seem to smell the world war, why don't I go to your house tonight and have a look."

"Running is not the solution to a problem."

Yue Dingtang said cruelly and pushed the person in.

Ling Yao's anger had accumulated to a certain extent, and he didn't care whether there was a younger brother or outsiders present.

The two suddenly quarreled.

According to Zhou 30, he said that he met a lost child on his way home, and he helped him find a home, so he wasted time.

But Ling Yao didn't believe it at all.

"Count by yourself, how many times have you been late in the past two months! You never came back so late before, the last time I met an injured old man, the last time my boss left you for something, this time It's a lost child again, why did you let everything in the world go to your head? Don't you blush when you said this? Zhou 30, have we reached the point where we have to lie to defend it?"

Speaking of the back, Ling Yao's face showed a sad color.

Zhou 30 was also anxious: "Ayao, listen to me, I really didn't lie to you!"

Ling Yao asked coldly, "Who is that woman in the concession?"

Zhou Thirty was stunned.

Ling Yao: "Do you think no one knows about your rendezvous in the concession? Is that woman your outer room?"

Zhou Thirty looked at Ling Shu subconsciously.

The latter shook his head like a rattle, meaning he didn't find out by himself.

Zhou 30 frowned and asked Ling Yao, "Are you tracking me?"

Ling Yao sneered: "Why, I have a guilty conscience when I ask it out?"

Zhou Thirty: "If I have a heart for you, I will be struck by thunder and die!"

Ling Yao: "So who is that woman?"

Zhou Thirty: "She's a widow, and I and her are innocent and have nothing!"

This is an indirect acknowledgement of the existence of women.

Ling Shu held his forehead.

Sure enough, the quarrel between the two became more and more intense and became more and more heated.

Ling Shu got a headache from the quarrel, feeling that the wine that Feileng Cui was drinking was rushing up from his stomach again, so he had to tiptoe back to his room quietly.

When I entered the house, I found that there was an uninvited guest.

"What are you doing?" He rolled his eyes.

"I'll be here for one night." Yue Dingtang was calm.

He had never been to Ling Shu's room before, so he took the opportunity to look around generously for a week.

The Ling family's family was far inferior to the Yue family's, so Ling Shu's bedroom could not be as well-decorated as his, just a desk and bed, and simply put some books and stationery.

Yue Dingtang was so wet that he couldn't sit by the bed, so he pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Ling Shu was convinced: "You really don't consider yourself an outsider."

Yue Dingtang: "Then do you treat me as an outsider?"

A single sentence made him speechless.

The driver had gone back early, it was raining now, and there was no rickshaw nearby, so he probably wouldn't be able to go back.

Ling Shu pinched his nose and acquiesced to this fact, and resigned himself to finding towels and clean clothes from the closet.

"My clothes are cheap, please don't dislike it, Chief Yue."

Yue Ding Tang easily fought back: "It doesn't matter, I'm willing to take care of everyone, let alone clothes."

Ling Shu's teeth were itchy.

The quarrel outside grew louder, and the retort that Ling Shu wanted to retaliate was also stuffed back.

The quarrel between husband and wife, Ling Shu, the younger brother, is very embarrassed.

After all, Ling Yao's suspicion is just suspicion, and no evidence has yet been found.

Ling Shu had never seen the woman she mentioned.

Although Zhou 30's current performance is indeed a bit suspicious, but they have been married for so many years, he has been good to Ling Yao, and Ling Shu sees it in his eyes. Ling Yao has no children under his knees, and he has always felt a little guilty, and Ling Shu also knows it.

Even if Zhou Sanzhen had a woman outside, Ling Yao didn't even think about the divorce step, and just cried and vented with her brother. She didn't want to use any of the methods Ling Shu offered her.

It was difficult for an honest official to cut off housework, and Ling Shu felt a headache, even worse than drinking three pounds of white wine.

At some point, Yue Dingtang came out of the bathroom and saw Ling Shu sitting there in a daze.

The quarrel outside had also disappeared, and it was quiet.

Ling Shu's expression was bewildered, dull and sluggish, like a child who encountered a problem, unable to start and at a loss.

Kind of cute.