Chapter 112 You Will Marry Me Today (6)

“You should go back with your friend. There must be other people watching in the village. If I go back to live in the village, something bad might happen.”

Wen Chan’s hand unconsciously rested on Jingshui’s head, stroking his head from time to time like she was stroking a dog.

Jingshui squinted his eyes comfortably, with an expression of enjoyment, and he was almost wagging his tail.

Lin Zhao: “…”

Even if she wanted to say something, it would be hard to say it after seeing this scene.

For a moment, she felt that Yang Mianmian was right and Wen Chan might really have done it voluntarily.

She silently lowered the curtain and walked out.

I wanted to say that Jingshui had bad intentions, but looking at Wen Chan’s appearance, she was not much better!
Oh my god, the person she supports couldn’t be a sea king, right?

Are you here to look for “One Love” in the dungeon?
There are such people in the transit world, but the probability of them failing is quite high.

What is love?

It’s more than a one-night stand, a whole copy of love.

The kind of person who will turn his back on you and disown you if you leave this copy.

Lin Zhao was a little confused.

Luo Hao, who had been paying attention to the situation here, probably realized something when he saw Lin Zhao being “driven” out.

He strode over and pulled Lin Zhao away.

It doesn’t mean that a person who is powerful and has nothing wrong does not need other people’s care, but Luo Hao feels that Wen Chan is a person who really does not need any care.

Maybe you even think they are in the way.

…

As soon as the people left, everything became quiet.

Wen Chan could only hear her own breathing.

“Are you here to pick up the bride for the well god?”

She suddenly asked.

Jingshui’s whole body stiffened, and his arms around Wen Chan loosened a little.

He still leaned in Wen Chan’s arms without moving, “Just… is it possible… for you… to marry me?”

His voice became lower and lower, not caring whether Wen Chan could hear him clearly or not.

Wen Chan said directly: “Impossible.”

There was a playful smile in her eyes, and she was still saying, “You are so afraid of the well god. If he knew that you stole his bride, he would definitely kill you.”

Jingshui: “…”

Wen Chan patted his back and said, “Brother Jingshui, we can’t do anything so outrageous. Get up quickly and take me to the Jing Temple.”

Jingshui: “…”

He got up from Wen Chan’s arms and didn’t dare to look at her for even a second.

He just squatted at the door of the sedan chair and whispered, “Come up, sister. I’ll carry you over.”

Wen Chan didn’t say much, she just threw herself on his back and picked up the red lantern that had accompanied her all the way.

Strangely enough, the light in this lantern is not a candle, otherwise it would have burned out after all this trouble.

I don’t know what’s inside, but it emits a very bright light and feels slightly warm to the touch on the outside. It’s magical.

Wen Chan held a lantern to light the way for him.

Jingshui carried her on his back and walked steadily towards the well temple.

The “God’s Messenger House” on the mountain was completely burned down, with flames and thick smoke.

Neither of them looked back.

Not long after, Wen Chan saw a giant old locust tree appearing not far away.

It takes at least four or five people to hug the tree trunk.

The huge tree blocked out half of the house.

After walking further in, Wen Chan finally saw clearly what this so-called Well Temple was.

It was a rather dilapidated courtyard house with blue bricks and red tiles, and it looked a bit weird.

The old dark red gate was wide open, and one could clearly see a large, dilapidated well in the yard, right in front of the gate.

Jingshui carried her in.

A stale smell hit me.

Wen Chan didn’t react, and Jing Shui frowned first.

The next second, the refreshing and inexplicable scent emanated from him again, this time with a hint of sweetness.

It dispelled the musty smell in the house.

Just by smelling it, Wen Chan felt much cooler in this hot night. “Put me down.”

Wen Chan kicked him on the back.

Jingshui quickly steadied her, “We haven’t reached the room yet.”

“Why are you going to the room? I want to come down and see my husband.”

Jingshui: “?”

While he was stunned, Wen Chan had already broken free from his hand and jumped off his back.

She walked towards the well in the yard.

Next to the well stood a wooden bucket for drawing water, with a rope tied to it. The rope was so old that it would break at the slightest touch and was no longer usable.

She held up the lantern, bent over and shone it into the well.

The next second, an arm grabbed her waist and dragged her back a few steps.

“Be careful, sister.”

Jingshui’s clear voice sounded behind her.

“You two don’t want to watch the well, so you still have to listen to some words.” He reminded Wen Chan earnestly.

Wen Chan said indifferently: “What are you afraid of? My husband is the well god, can he let me fall in?”

Jingshui: “…”

Having said that, Wen Chan didn’t go over to take a look again.

She looked at the well; it was dry and there was nothing to see.

She broke away Jingshui’s hand, picked up the lantern and began to look around the surrounding environment.

Jingshui followed her closely.

This is not a so-called temple, it is just a simple courtyard.

But in this village, it is not easy to build a courtyard house.

There are lots of rooms and even a kitchen.

Wen Chan wanted to go out and see the big locust tree at the door.

At this moment, Jingshui spoke again, “Sister…what if there is no well god?”

Wen Chan smiled behind his back, then restrained her expression, turned around in panic, covered his mouth, and looked nervously at the well in the yard.

“Don’t talk nonsense! Watch out for your life!”

Jingshui: “…”

His mouth was covered, revealing only a pair of somewhat confused eyes.

Why did it seem like she didn’t believe it before? She had asked several times whether the well god really existed, so why did she believe it now?

“You kid, you dare to say such rebellious words in front of others. If my husband gets angry, I can’t protect you! Why don’t you leave now?”

She let go of Jingshui and pushed him towards the door.

Jingshui looked a little unnatural and whispered, “I live here too.”

Wen Chan was not surprised, after all, he had come to pick up the bride for Jing Shen.

“Then go back to your room! I need to have a relationship with my husband, and the children can’t watch!”

Jingshui immediately retorted: “I’m not small!”

“…”

Wen Chan seemed to be smiling.

This kid cares about this in every copy.

“The point is that I want to communicate with you, let’s go!” Wen Chan pushed him into one of the rooms.

Jingshui dodged her hand and ran to a room at the edge. He opened the door and said to her, “Sister, you live in this room.”

Although the outside looked shabby, the room was exceptionally clean, as if someone had cleaned it.

Wen Chan hesitated, “But this room is a bit far from my husband…”

This room is the farthest from the well.

Wen Chan kept calling Jingshui “husband” and wanted to laugh when she saw his expression that looked like he wanted to break down but had to hold back.

Jingshui was indeed not very happy.

She didn’t listen to herself at all.

After thinking for a while, he frowned, pursed his lips, strode over and pulled Wen Chan into the room, then closed the door and locked her in without saying a word.

Wen Chan, who heard the door being locked outside, asked: “?”

(End of this chapter)