On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

  Chapter 591 Why do I only hit you and not them?

  The young girl has clear eyebrows and elegant temperament, wearing a very simple light green sarong.

  Yunmo's skin is already white, but she wears a light green color, which makes her look as delicate and fresh as the sharp new shoots that have just emerged from the branches in spring.

   It is said that the eldest lady who just came back is married, but Mrs. Shao looked at it, and she didn't look like a married person at all. She was still young after all.

   After sizing up Yunmo's appearance, Mrs. Shao San couldn't help secretly feeling envious.

  Shao Yixuan and Shao Jia are also looking at Yunmo.

  Although Shao Yixuan hated Yun Mo for beating him up, he had to admit that this eldest sister was really good-looking, and even the way she ate was pleasing to the eye.

  Compared to Yunmo's appearance, Shao Jia is more greedy for the sweet soup in Yunmo's hand.

  She suffers from tooth decay and has been quitting sugar for half a year. She smelled the scent of pear sweet soup in the air, and her saliva almost didn't flow down.

  Mother and son have their own thoughts, even Yunmo, who has a strong heart, is stared at a little uncomfortable.

  She raised her head with a smile, "Have the third aunt and younger brothers and sisters had sweet soup?"

   "Drink it."

"No."

   Mrs. Shao San and Shao Jia answered almost at the same time.

  Shao Yixuan stiffened his neck and remained silent, with an arrogant look unwilling to talk to Yunmo.

   Seeing Yunmo looking at him curiously, Shao Jia blushed and explained in a low voice: "I have tooth decay and I am quitting sugar."

  Yunmo nodded, "Then there's nothing I can do. Then I'll drink more, and I'll treat it as helping you."

  Shao Jia was so depressed that he almost cried.

  Although Shao Yixuan is naive, he loves his younger sister Shao Jia very much. Seeing Yun Mo molesting Shao Jia, he immediately glared at Yun Mo.

   "Don't bully Ajia, come at me if you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one!"

Mrs. Shao San looked at her son who was as strong as a calf, and then at the weak and slender Yunmo, thinking that even in terms of physique, it was impossible for her son to lose, but she couldn't ignore it in front of Mrs. Shao. son.

   "Yixuan, you are a big boy, how can you bully your sister."

   On the surface, he was blaming his son, but in fact he was mocking Yunmo for beating his son yesterday.

  You are an older sister, but you have the nerve to bully your younger brother.

   "Third aunt is too worried, third brother is just playing around with me, it doesn't matter who is bullying who."

  With a few simple sentences, Mrs. Shao's words were denied with a lot of effort. The smile on Mrs. Shao's face could not be stopped no matter what.

"Ah, by the way, there is nothing serious about the third brother's health, right? During the sparring session yesterday, I didn't grasp the strength and accidentally caused the third brother to fall. I originally asked the third brother to go to Moyuan to check the injury, but I didn't expect the third brother He is very sensible, he doesn't want to cause trouble for me, and he wants to go back to the west courtyard, I kept thinking about this last night, I fell asleep in the middle of the night, and I got up late in the morning."

   Obviously beating someone unilaterally, but after Yunmo said this, the nature of this immediately changed, and Mrs. Shao San had no reason to attack.

Shao Yixuan was trembling with anger at Yun Mo's upside-down words, "You, you are talking nonsense! You were the one who hit me, but you slapped me across the face and threw me to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. Shao Ying and I My sister saw it with her own eyes..."

Yun Mo interrupted the other party with a half-smile, "The third younger brother, the second younger sister and the fourth younger sister were all there at the time, so why did I only hit you and not them? Think about it carefully, did you say anything bad to annoy me?" Me, huh?"

  Shao Yixuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

  The reason why he was slapped was because he pointed to Yunmo's nose and called her a beast.

   Mrs. Shao really wanted to pursue it, and he would definitely not be able to please her.

  He still remembers it vividly. When he was a child, he mischievously broke a piece of bluegrass leaf in Mrs. Shao's yard, and was picked up by the weeds for several days.

   So much so that over the years, he didn't dare to step into Lanju half a step if it wasn't necessary, and even if he did, he didn't dare to touch any grass or thing.

  The mother and son of the west courtyard were full of fighting spirit when they came, and how dejected they were when they left.

  Shao Yixuan couldn't figure it out, it was obviously Shao Mo who beat someone, so how could she be justified in front of him?

   "Grandma, I made you mess up."

  Although the fighting power of the mother and son in the West Courtyard is really vulnerable, it is still she who caused trouble and disturbed Mrs. Shao's tranquility.

  Ms. Shao looked at her granddaughter's beautiful and peaceful face, and liked it no matter what she saw.

   "Momo, you handled things well. If I were your age, I might not be able to handle things as well as you do."

   "Grandma is overrated. Although I don't have great skills, I still have the ability to solve the troubles I caused."

   Mrs. Shao can naturally see this.

   While Yunmo was drinking the remaining sweet soup, Mrs. Hua brought the jewelry box that Mrs. Shao had prepared in advance.

  The jewelry box is made of red sandalwood, with intricate patterns carved on the body, and brass for the lock and edging. It is simple and exquisite, and it looks like an antique-level treasure at first glance.

   Even Yunmo, who was offended by something good, couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Seeing that she was interested in the casket, Mrs. Shao explained with a smile: "This jewelry casket was passed down from my grandma to my mother. When I got married, my mother gave me a dowry. Old objects that have been around for generations.”

   "Well, it can be seen from the workmanship. It is difficult to find such a master craftsman now."

  Ms. Shao got up and put the jewelry box on the tea table next to her, then unlocked the lock to open the box, and turned several items in the jewelry box to her.

"Although my family members don't need to be too alienated, but you just came back, I still have to give you the gift that should be given. I am at this age, and I don't buy new jewelry very much. It took me a long time to choose these pieces from the old things in the past. For the tenderer color, you can use it temporarily, and I will buy a few new ones for you later."

   "Grandma, I can accept the jewelry, but I can't take this jewelry box. This is the dowry given to you by the great grandma, and it is also your wish."

   "Don't think too much about it. There is only one jewelry box, and it has always been passed on to the eldest daughter. In the generation of the Shao family, you are the eldest, and it is justifiable for you to use it."

   "Don't you have an aunt?"

   "I am only your aunt's daughter. Before your great-grandmother left, she gave her a lot of good things. This one is not missing."

  After hearing Mrs. Shao's words, Yunmo finally took the things.

   "Thanks grandma, I'll keep it safe."

   "Save whatever you want, you can use it boldly if it is given to you, the object is for use."

   As she spoke, Mrs. Shao picked up the southern red agate bracelet in the box, and put it on Yunmo's wrist herself.

  Yunmo has slender wrists, and the 30-bead bracelet is just right for a girl to wear twice, but she wore it three times.

   "Your wrist is white, this color is just right for you." Mrs. Shao praised her wrist.

  Yunmo keenly noticed that Mrs. Shao looked at this string of southern red agate beads with nostalgia and melancholy.

   "Grandma, does this Nanhong bracelet have any special meaning to you?"

   "It's nothing. This is something your grandfather gave me before he was alive. I gave it to you, and it can be regarded as a token of my gratitude for your grandfather."

  (end of this chapter)