Straight man of steel

Chapter 67 Murphy's Law

Chapter 67 Murphy's Law
If there is a chance that something will go wrong, no matter how small the chance, it will happen.

On the night after Lao Zhao told Zhang Yuan about Zhuo Wenjun's escape, after the curfew in Chengdu, someone knocked on the door of Zhang's house. Lao Zhao and his family lived in the gatehouse next to the gate. At this time, there were still people knocking on the door, so they cursed a few times.

"Who is it, knock it down again, believe it or not, Yeye will report to the sheriff's office tomorrow."

Old Zhao thought that the person who knocked on the door should leave after such threats, but he never thought that the sound of knocking on the door was still ringing, and it was more anxious and chaotic than before.

"Old man, wouldn't it be?"

A Hong didn't say the next words, but Lao Zhao knew what she wanted to express.

There are more legends about gods and ghosts in ancient Shu than in other places. When Ah Hong reminded him, Lao Zhao suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of the sky. Although it was summer, he still shivered.

"Don't talk nonsense, you protect the child, I'll go and have a look."

Ah Hong nodded resolutely. Although her stomach was on her back, she still hugged another sleeping toddler with one hand.

Old Zhao lit the oil lamp with a torch, carefully protected the small cluster of light, and walked towards the outside of the house. When he reached the gate, he yelled again in a low voice.

"Who?"

There was still no reply, and the atmosphere became increasingly weird.

Old Zhao took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to pull the door bolt open, and then opened a gap in the door. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed and opened the door, and then crossed the threshold and entered the door.

Such a movement directly extinguished the oil lamp in Lao Zhao's hand, and Lao Zhao was too frightened to speak, his legs trembling.

He didn't know what he had put in, and the unknown creature had closed the door.

"Old Zhao is me."

The voice was very familiar, but Lao Zhao hadn't heard it for a long time, so he couldn't be sure. Recalling what he said to Zhang Yuan during the day, and thinking about this person's actions just now, Lao Zhao asked tentatively.

"The eldest daughter of the Zhuo family?"

"Yes, it's me. Tell some people to clean up the room I slept in before."

After confirming, Lao Zhao was even more worried, worried about how Zhang Yuan would treat him when he woke up tomorrow and found that the whole world had changed.

How can I remember to eat but not to fight? A few years ago, Zhuo Wenjun just tricked the door open first without saying a word.

But these things are the master's business, Lao Zhao didn't want to say anything more, sighed and complained about his back, and then re-lit the oil lamp to lead Zhuo Wenjun.

"My lady, please."

The room Zhuo Wenjun lived in was indeed empty all the time, but it had only been cleaned a few times over the years. In the middle of the night, Lao Zhao woke up several maidservants to help clean up Zhuo Wenjun's bedroom.

"My eldest daughter, please rest first. If you have anything to do, the young master will wake up tomorrow and I will naturally go and tell you."

For a woman like Zhuo Wenjun who doesn't know when she will become his mistress, Lao Zhao dare not easily offend. Everyone came in, and there was a curfew in Chengdu, so Lao Zhao didn't dare to kick Zhuo Wenjun out.

"Okay, then you go down and rest first."

"Here."

Because Zhang Mansion covers a large area, the knock on the door in the middle of the night did not disturb Zhang Yuan's sweet dreams. Zhang Yuan did not know what happened at night. When he got up the next day and planned to go out to welcome this beautiful day , I suddenly felt that the words of a man named Edward Murphy more than 2000 years later were still convincing.

"Ayuan, get up. This melon is really refreshing to eat in the middle of summer. I haven't been here in a few years. I didn't expect that there would be such wonderful food in the house."

Zhuo Wenjun was sitting on the stone bench in the middle of the yard outside Zhang Yuan's bedroom, eating watermelon that someone had cut for her, acting like a hostess.

"I heard that you are not going to marry Sima Changqing in the near future, so why come to me when you are free?"

Zhang Yuan tried his best to calm down his mind, and asked Zhuo Wenjun. Although he already knew the reason, it was not a good choice to pretend to be stupid at this time.

"I don't want to marry Sima Xiangru, I want to marry you."

Ahem, being too direct sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable.

"But I don't like you. No matter what his purpose is, Sima Xiangru should have a crush on you."

Faced with Zhuo Wenjun's directness, Zhang Yuan could only go straight.

"I know, that's why I haven't bothered you these few years, but we are still friends after all."

"That's it."

Zhang Yuan's attitude could no longer be perfunctory, but he didn't know that he was no different from a scumbag.

At the beginning, he ruined Sima Xiangru's good deeds because of his own preferences, but now he pushes Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru. This is not a scumbag.

"Then I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"Okay, as long as I can do it, I can do it."

Zhang Yuan thought that Zhuo Wenjun would not make such an excessive request to marry her, but he did not expect that he still underestimated Zhuo Wenjun.

"Although you don't like me, you can pretend to be married to me and compare with Sima Xiangru, my father will definitely like you.

It's okay to divorce me after you find a woman you like. "

Hehe, taking retreat as an advance, is it true that my nine-year compulsory education was for nothing?
"No, this is the bottom line."

Zhang Yuan refused very decisively, he didn't want to leave room for anyone's imagination, this would only cause trouble for himself, and also delay other people's lifelong events.

Hearing Zhang Yuan's refusal, Zhuo Wenjun began to show her feminine side again, her weakness can be used as a weapon.

"But Zhuo Ji really doesn't want to commit to that hypocrite Sima Xiangru. Since you, Ayuan, don't agree to Zhuo Ji's request, you can just leave me in Zhang Mansion to avoid this.

I really have nowhere to go, and Ji Ji, who came out of home, has no gold or silver on him, so I have already gone through many difficulties to find you all the way from Linqiong to Chengdu.

A Yuan, do you think this is okay? "

With this attitude, even if I reject you, can you just let it go?
Zhang Yuan glanced at Zhuo Wenjun suspiciously, and thought about it, as long as Zhuo Wenjun can stay in Zhang's mansion dutifully and not bother himself, it will be fine as if there is an extra mouth in the mansion to eat, and he can eat endlessly Own.

"Let me say it first. I didn't promise you to let you live in Zhang's mansion. If Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wangsun come to trouble me in the future, I will say the same thing. You stayed in Zhang's mansion entirely because of yourself. Do you know the one who forcibly moved in, not I let you in."

Zhuo Wenjun doesn't care what Zhang Yuan says, as long as he doesn't care about this matter.

"Okay, I see, this melon is good, I'll take it home and eat it."

The goblin grinned, picked up the plate with fruits, and left the courtyard with a wiggle of his butt.

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(End of this chapter)

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