Chapter 577

Ling chunuan's worry is still unable to overcome the strong sense of sleepiness. His tyrant brother developed a good sleep habit. He must be sleepy at ten o'clock and open his eyes before seven o'clock in the morning.

After getting up, Ling chunuan stealthily touches Zhuang Hong's room and looks at it through the window. He doesn't find any movement. He tries to turn the handle of the door and finds that the door hasn't been locked. When he opens the door, the quilt is neatly folded and the room is as clean as no one has ever lived.

In addition to a bowl of clean but not washed dishes on the tea table.

That's noodles from lingchu last night.

There's no one inside, no one outside.

Ling chunuan stood at the kitchen door and had a bold idea.

He must have left. After all, he is a big man and the vice president of the group. The group is not in Lanjiang City, so he must be anxious to go back. Thinking of this, her mood suddenly became clear. She went into the kitchen, hummed and rubbed a few sesame dumplings. Because she usually had to prepare Gu Yao's portion, she made two portions carelessly. After eating one portion, the remaining portion was fished out of the pot and covered in the kitchen with a heat preservation cover

On the small table, ready to save for supper.

After breakfast, Ling chunuan checked the refrigerator again, took notes on the post it notes, and then took the woven bag hanging in the kitchen door, happily went out to go shopping in the supermarket.

There is a small farmer's market near the old house. It's not big, but the dishes are very fresh. It's probably because it's located in the suburbs. The vegetables bought by the merchants are planted in their own gardens. People here know Ling chunuan and greet her warmly when they see her.

"Oh, warm, some days I didn't come..."

"My brother got married and was busy for a while," Ling chunuan explained with a smile. He put some eggplants and carrots in the box and handed them to the boss,

"Aunt Wu, how much is it?"

"Ten dollars and ninety cents. Just ten dollars."

Ling Chu handed over ten yuan with a warm smile,

"Auntie Wu is a beautiful woman with a good heart."

"You're the only girl with a sweet mouth. My daughter can't speak as well as you."

The fat boss of the grain and oil store stood at the door of the store with a bowl of noodles and waved to lingchunuan, "Nuan Nuan, today's eggs are all new grass eggs from the chicken farm. How many do you want to choose?"

"Uncle Wang, please spare me twenty. I want to see the fish there."

"OK, go ahead, girl. I'll take it from here after shopping."

“……”

People in the vegetable market like lingchunuan, and lingchunuan also likes to come here.

She likes the noise here, the quarrel among the people here, and the bargaining among the residents nearby. She has no big dream. Gu Yao asked her what she would like to do in the future before, but she didn't dare to lie to Gu Yao when she was young, so she said it honestly,

"I want to set up a vegetable stall."

The elder brother, whose eyes are always higher than the sky, seldom does not sneer. He touches her head with a flat look. There is no ridicule or contempt in his eyes, but with a trace of worry,

"It's a little hard." It's a bit difficult. She's the second miss of Tangtang Huanyan group, the younger sister of Gu Yao, a legendary teenager in the media industry, the daughter of Ye Huanyan, a world-famous director and screenwriter, and the granddaughter of Wen Yi, a jewelry designer, and Gu Ming, a stock god. Any family member or friend in the family who brings them out alone is the most famous in the industry

famous.

Although the whole family didn't care much about her, how could she be allowed to be a vegetable vendor?

She can do nothing, can be a second lady, but will never have the opportunity to do hard and thankless bottom small business.

On the way home, Ling chunuan, with a big black fish in straw rope in one hand and a woven bag full of melons and fruits in the other, hummed all the way, lost the password at the door, stepped into the door and went straight to the kitchen.

The big black fish was thrown into the water tank, and the rest of the melons and fruits were classified and put into the small baskets of the kitchen console. After washing and brushing, a kitchen knife was used flexibly in her hand, and soon the red and green dishes were neatly arranged, and the seven bowls in front of her were lined up.

When the side dishes are ready, we wait for lunch at ten o'clock.

Ling chunuan unties his apron and puts it on one side. He wipes his hands by the way. The light from the corner of his eyes sweeps the dining table. Suddenly he is stunned.

The bowl of glutinous rice dumplings on the table, which was supposed to be in the heat preservation cover, is now placed upright beside the heat preservation cover. It is empty, and there is a white porcelain spoon in the bowl.

I only had one bowl in the morning. What the hell is this bowl?

Ling chunuan suddenly raised the kitchen knife, looked around warily, and finally his eyes fell on the direction of the kitchen door.

From the window, the sound of water rushing outside came from Gu Yao's room.

Ling Chu was stunned for a few seconds,

You don't even have to think about it. It's probably Zhuang Hong who didn't leave at all.

She frowned, just the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere disappeared completely, the more she thought about it, the more angry she was.

Scholars can bear it, but who can't“ Zhuang Hong, I think we should talk about it. " Ling chunuan knocked on the door of Zhuang Hong's room, and the clattering of water inside stopped suddenly. Knowing that Zhuang Hong was listening, she continued, "well, I think we are different men and women after all, and you have your business and I have mine, so do you, do you think about leaving early?" There was no movement in the room. "Zhuang Hong, I'm coming in." she thought Zhuang Hong didn't hear clearly, so she opened the door and walked cautiously towards the inside. Just walked two steps, behind a shadow cover up, haven't wait for her reaction, mouth and nose suddenly covered by people, a sense of suffocation is more and more strong, huge strength hoop her shoulder, she want to struggle, but there is no strength in the struggle. Panic, she kicked a foot, kick over the floor lamp on the sofa, "Hua La" a loud sound, the sound of broken glass reverberated in the room“ Warm... "There was a sound of walking in the yard, accompanied by a familiar sound, mixed with some doubts. It was Zhuang Hong's voice. Ling chunuan's eyes widened, as if he had caught a straw and struggled for his life. The thief was obviously afraid. With a flash of cold light, he took out a knife and pointed it at her neck. He said in a low voice, "if you want to live, do as I said." His neck was cold. Ling Chu was warm and pale. He stared at the direction of the gate in panic and nodded dejectedly, "don't let him in." The blade pressed on her delicate skin, and a fierce voice came from her ear. Outside the door, Zhuang Hong had already walked to the door of the room, and was about to open the door. His figure appeared on the frosted door. He was tall, tall and powerful“ You... You don't come in... "The shaking voice interrupted his opening of the door. Zhuang Hong is slightly a Leng, "warm?"? What's the matter? " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.