Space: The Delicate Wife of a Rough Man in the ’70s

[Sweet Romance + Magical Space + Rugged Male Lead + 1970s Era + Delicate Female Lead + Rebirth]

[Delicate and Gentle Heroine × Loyal but Rough Male Lead]

Song Ruan was the cherished an...

Chapter 87 Like a Big Dog Abandoned by Its Master

Yang Bin looked at the third brother who was hugging him like an octopus and said helplessly, "Let go."

"I won't let go, I won't let go." The third brother was very stubborn, "Brother Bin, you and Brother Dong please stop fighting, you are my best friends."

Yang Bin pressed his temple and said, "Your brother Dong left a long time ago, let go quickly, it's weird for two grown men to hug each other."

"Oh." The third brother looked back and indeed did not see Xiangdong's figure, so he let go of his hands and feet.

As Xiangdong walked out of the door, he saw Song Ruan.

He looked up and down at her exposed skin. It had only been less than three days since the incident in the mountain.

There was not a single scratch on her body, which formed a sharp contrast with the obvious wounds on his body.

He thought of his illness which had not recurred for a long time, and also of the two knives that suddenly appeared when he encountered the wild boar in the mountains.

Then he smiled at her thoughtfully.

When Song Ruan saw Xiangdong, the first thing he noticed was the swollen wound on his left cheek, which clearly showed that he had been beaten.

She secretly clapped her hands in her heart.

You deserve it.

But seeing the creepy smile on his face, she subconsciously took a few steps back.

Xiangdong raised his leg and moved forward. Yang Bin just came out and quickly pulled Song Ruan behind him, blocking his inquiring sight.

Xiangdong stopped, curled her lips at him meaningfully, then turned and walked away without stopping.

On the way back, Song Ruan was very happy and told Yang Bin about her great achievements in selling wild ginseng.

But the person riding the bike in front just responded with single-tuple “hmm” and “oh”, as if all his attention was focused on riding the bike.

Look, he shortened the half-hour journey from town to the village to just twenty minutes.

Song Ruan was angry.

Even the gentle and gentle autumn breeze could not dispel the anger in her heart.

She sat in the back seat, pouting and keeping silent, waiting for someone to notice.

At this moment, someone actually blocked the road and provoked.

"Stop!" Zhang Caihong stood in the middle of the path and opened her arms to force the bicycle to stop.

She ran back today and found the person who made the fried sweet cakes, and he insisted that he had not given the cakes to the wrong two families.

Therefore, those who have stomachache after eating should be the ones who have dinner at Song Wen's place.

Zhang Caihong thought what happened yesterday was very strange. On the way back, she happened to meet them and stopped them.

"Song Ruan, was it you who caused the stomachache yesterday?" Zhang Caihong asked.

If it were any other time, Song Ruan might have pretended to be nice to her, but she was in a bad mood right now, so she just retorted back.

"Don't you know the truth of that matter best? How dare you distort the truth and speak nonsense in front of me?"

Zhang Caihong opened her eyes wide: "You really knew! It must be you who switched the fried sweet cakes!"

"I don't want to talk now, you'd better not mess with me." After saying this, Song Ruan turned back and glared at Yang Bin, then walked past the two of them.

Only then did Yang Bin realize that he seemed to have made his little ancestor angry.

He wanted to chase after her to explain, but Zhang Caihong grabbed the handlebars.

"Did you hear that? She was the one who exchanged the fried sweet cakes. She is a vicious woman!"

"So what?" Seeing his little ancestor walking further and further away, Yang Bin's eyes flashed with impatience.

But Zhang Caihong held on to the car tightly and refused to let him go. "So what?"

Yang Bin glanced at her with a cold look, "First, you drugged me. What do you want to do now? Go to the village chief? If so, I can go with you now."

"Second, I knew about this all along. You don't have to use tricks to discredit her in front of me. If she wants to kill someone, I will just hand her the knife. If she wants to set a fire, I will just add fuel to the fire. Your smearing has no meaning to me."

He was already worried, and his eyes became even colder at this moment: "Are you satisfied with this? Let go?"

Yang Bin usually doesn't talk much, but he wouldn't be as cold as he is now.

There was also a low pressure atmosphere around her, as if he was going to eat her if she said one more word.

Zhang Caihong subconsciously retracted her hand and watched him leave.

I wanted to cause trouble for others, but I didn't find any trouble. Instead, I was choked with anger and had no place to vent it.

So Zhang Caihong thought of Song Jin, who left without saying goodbye this morning, and prepared to go home to vent her anger.

Yang Bin chased after her, then stopped the car to the side, went up to hold her hand, "I was wrong, don't be angry."

Song Ruan turned around and looked at him, folding her hands in a cold manner: "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"..." Yang Bin thought for a moment and answered tentatively: "I was riding too fast, did I bump your butt?"

He was so lost in thought the whole way that he really didn't notice what had irritated her.

Xiangdong knew Yang Bin very well, so every word Xiangdong said today hit the dark side of his heart.

He was indeed not confident in himself, and he was afraid that Song Ruan would not want him after meeting someone better and living in a more wonderful world.

Therefore, he wanted to marry her early and tie her down in a despicable way, but he was tormented by this in his heart.

Song Ruan didn't know what he was thinking. After hearing his answer, she became even angrier.

Even his face was swollen, like a bloated puffer fish.

"You're the one shaking your butt!"

Yang Bin looked at her back as she walked away angrily, and suddenly his heart seemed to be stabbed by something and it hurt a lot.

Song Ruan said that she would be able to go to college in the future. Would she leave him like this then?

After all, she would definitely be admitted, but he had poor grades and was not even allowed to go to high school, let alone college.

He suddenly lost the ability to catch up.

Song Ruan walked forward angrily, but after a while she didn't hear him catching up with her, so she slowed down again, but he still didn't catch up with her.

She paused and turned quietly.

But I found him standing there with his eyes drooping, with a sad atmosphere around him, like a big dog abandoned by its owner. ..

Song Ruan instantly forgot about being angry and even reflected on herself, wondering if she had gone too far.

She trotted back, inserted her fingers between his big hands, and shook them, "What's wrong with you?"

(ps: Let me explain what the little cuties said, about the heroine not telling the hero that Xiangdong wanted to bully her.

First of all, I also thought about this question at that time, and then I put myself in the heroine's character and felt that she would not speak it.

In reality, there are people with the same personality as the heroine. They take care of things on their own, are tough, and have a sense of responsibility, but no one is perfect, and this personality also makes her reluctant to say things that are not so good about herself.

Secondly, some people in a relationship may not want to let their partner know their bad side and only want to show their best side to their partner.

Moreover, given the heroine's personality, the way she should deal with it is to remind Yang Bin to be careful of this person, and she herself will stay away from such people. After all, he will not appear in her life often.

Of course, this solution is not good and will leave hidden dangers. You can take this as a negative example and speak up when something happens.

Finally: If criticism is not free, praise is meaningless.

I welcome all of you to discuss the plot. But if possible, please don't abuse or attack me. The author will lose his head if you abuse me.

But later, the author picked up his head again and ran to write happily.)