Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 60 The culprit of Oolong
Just like yesterday, I met Zhan Lingtuo who was about to go for a morning jog at the stairs, "Huh!" The two snorted coldly, neither paying attention to the other.

They all went downstairs.

Adai stood at the stairs of the living room on the first floor, smiling and saying good morning, "Morning, young lady."

Ou Lan already regarded her as an imaginary enemy, went downstairs with a cold face, and threatened in a low voice when she walked past A Dai, "Hand over the album as soon as possible, or you will look good, and I will torture you like [-] times."

A Dai was at a loss and felt aggrieved, what album?

Zhan Moxiao, who was walking behind her, suddenly paused. It turned out that the little goblin suspected the wrong partner, hehehe...

The previous two days of morning jogging had been used as a basis, and Ou Lan was actually not that resistant to morning jogging anymore, but she was obviously absent today, all she wanted was to find an excuse to go back, fix Adai, and get the album back.

Seeing her dawdling behind, Zhan Lingtuo stopped and asked her, "Ou Xiaolan, are you afraid to face the duel that was agreed yesterday?"

Ou Lan suddenly raised her head, and then remembered that she had made an appointment to fight this morning last night. Mom, she is in a hurry to get the album back, so why is she in the mood to fight?
The picture album was carefully crafted by the Simu Association, and it included all the wonderful moments since Bai Limu's debut, which is very precious.

"Ouch," Ou Lan suddenly bent down, pretending to be decent, "Master's stomach hurts today, let alone a duel, he can't even stand still, please take a leave of absence for me and your father."

After speaking, Ou Lan turned around and ran away.

Looking at the girl's background, Zhan Lingtuo frowned with difficulty. He was running faster than a rabbit. It didn't look like he had a stomachache. He was obviously afraid of losing to him in the duel.

Hehehe... The little guy has a sense of pride in winning without a fight.

Seeing that Ou Lan had returned to the castle ahead of time, Zhan Moxiao knew that she must have gone to A Dai to ask for a painting album, so he felt even more guilty. As the absolute master of the castle, it seemed a bit shameful to let a little maid take the blame for him, but he really He didn't have the courage to admit that he lost the album.

Because this behavior is very naive, he is afraid of being laughed at, and secondly, he is also afraid that the little fairy will call out for divorce again in a moment of impatience.

While hesitating, his son ran over with a proud look, "Dad, Ou Xiaolan asked me to ask for leave for her."

"What's up with her?"

"She said she had a stomachache."

Zhan Moxiao couldn't help laughing, he ran faster than a rabbit, and even used his stomachache as an excuse that there was no silver 300 taels here.

The clever young master Lingtuo naturally understood his father's expression, so he said more complacently, "I scared her away."

"?" Zhan Moxiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, seeing his son still proudly said, "Last night, she made an appointment with me to have a duel this morning, she must be afraid that she might not be able to beat me."

Zhan Moxiao pursed his lips and said nothing. It was better not to destroy his son's pride. He had to find a way to put an end to his wife's anger. "Daddy is a little uncomfortable today. You should do your morning exercises."

Looking at the back of his father striding away, Zhan Lingtuo frowned in confusion, his father has never been sick, why would he be uncomfortable?
Because of doubts, Zhan Lingtuo also secretly went back to the castle.

As soon as Ou Lan returned to the castle, she raced against time and ran into the kitchen to find Adai.

Adai was making breakfast, when she saw Ou Lan she immediately smiled, "Young Madam, breakfast is not ready yet, why did you finish your morning exercise so early today?"

Ou Lan smiled coldly, imitating the rogue in TV dramas, stepped on the chair with one foot, and slapped her knee, "A Dai?"

A Dai trembled in fright, and almost dropped the spoon in her hand, "Your Madam, what are your orders?"

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(End of this chapter)