After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Ling Chuan looked at the boy's eyes that were as bright as stars and said two words: "Tomorrow morning."

Today he went to Liu Zheng's house and mentioned helping his brother transfer the property. Liu Zheng immediately said that he was free tomorrow and could accompany him.

"I am coming too!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mo immediately expressed his opinion. The Liu family affairs were not urgent, but making money was urgent. No matter where you are, it is always good to have some money.

Ling Chuan frowned slightly when he heard this, and pursed his lips into a straight line.

Seeing his expression suddenly change, Xia Mo felt like he had done something wrong, so he quickly explained, "I just want to do a market survey to see if there are any profitable businesses in the city."

But since they were living together, there was nothing Xia Mo couldn't say.

"No." Ling Chuan rejected it without even thinking. Although he didn't know what market research was, the young man's body had not yet fully recovered.

He paused, looked at Xia Mo again, frowned and said, "What's mine is yours."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the inner room.

"Huh...what?" Xia Mo looked at Ling Chuan's disappearing back, confused for a moment.

What does he mean?

It was not until Ling Chuan took out a string of copper coins and handed them to him that Xia Mo understood what the words "what's mine is yours" meant.

Uh, did he think that I was asking him for money in disguise?

Xia Mo blinked and suddenly felt the copper coin in his hand was a little hot, so he quickly returned it.

"That's not what I meant. I just want to go out and make money." He said seriously.

Ling Chuan lowered his eyes to look at the copper coins that the young man stuffed back to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned, and seemed very unhappy.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle. Seeing this, Xia Mo laughed dryly: "Brother Ling, I just like to make money. Take me with you."

Ling Chuan raised his eyes to look at him, his thin lips still pursed, and said simply: "It's different."

Xia Mo was suspicious. What was different?

"You are my husband, I should support you." Ling Chuan looked directly into the boy's puzzled eyes and said seriously. At the same time, he suddenly moved closer and handed the money to Xia Mo again.

Eyes facing each other.

"Hah!" Suddenly meeting those deep eyes and hearing a deep and magnetic voice in his ears, Xia Mo felt as if struck by lightning. His heart began to beat uncontrollably and a heat suddenly rushed to his cheeks.

He was stunned for a few seconds, swallowed his saliva, and screamed in his heart: Oh my god, he, he was actually seduced by an ancient person...

"Hmm? Any objections?" Ling Chuan still maintained a close distance.

Xia Mo, who was almost seduced, leaned back slightly, his eyes wandering, and quickly changed the subject, "Haha... No, I just like to make money by myself."

As a promising young man of the new era, although he is nominally the other party's husband, he is also a man. How can he let another man support him?

Xia Mo shook his head and said, no, he was determined not to be a gigolo.

However, he seemed to have forgotten... starting a business requires capital... Xia Mo rubbed the copper coins in his hand, his eyes rolled, he glanced at Ling Chuan quickly, and decided to change his strategy.

"Brother Ling, how about this? Just consider it as a loan from you. When I make money, I will definitely pay you back."

"No need to return it." Although Ling Chuan stepped back, his frown did not relax.

This was a dead topic, and Xia Mo felt there was no need to talk about it any further. He would just pay him back when the time came, so he got back to the point: "Then remember to take me with you tomorrow."

Unfortunately, Ling Chuan still responded with a look of disapproval. Xia Mo's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he begged, "Brother Ling, please promise me. I promise that I will never run around and cause you any trouble."

Ling Chuan hesitated, and moved his lips: "You are weak."

Xia Mo was not happy when he heard this. He said, "As a man, you can't let other men say you are weak!" So he stood up and patted his chest.

"Look, I'm not weak at all. This little illness or injury won't bother me. Besides, you're still here, Brother Ling. What can possibly happen to me? I just want to go and take a look."

Ling Chuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Mo with an indescribable strangeness. Young Master? It seems that he still doesn't know the young man well enough.

But this...is also good.

Xia Mo felt a little overwhelmed and frightened when he was looked at by his dark and deep eyes.

Alas, a person's habits and character are really hard to change. After all, he is not Ze Ge'er. His sudden change in temperament does make him look a bit like being possessed by evil spirits in the eyes of others, especially the ancients were very afraid of this... ahem, okay, he is one of them.

Would Ling Chuan also be afraid of this and tie him up? Xia Mo was lost in thought, wandering in outer space when Ling Chuan spoke.

"Must go?"

Xia Mo suddenly came back to his senses, and seeing Ling Chuan's relaxed look, he immediately nodded like a little chicken, and said something drastic, "I must go. If you don't let me go, I will go by myself..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Chuan's expression suddenly became serious. His pupils were as dark as ink as lacquer as he stared at him, and his aura instantly became intimidating.

Oh my god, so fierce? This is a big joke.

Xia Mo quickly changed his words: "I was just talking."

Hearing this, Ling Chuan withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and walked away.

Why are you leaving again? Are you letting me go or not? Xia Mo looked at Ling Chuan's back and pouted in dissatisfaction.

Xia Mo looked up at the starry night sky, stayed there for a moment before standing up and walking in.

As soon as he entered, Xia Mo saw Ling Chuan with his head lowered, carving on a small piece of wood with a knife, and wood chips fell.

He walked forward to see what Ling Chuan was carving, and continued, "Brother Ling, if you don't say it, I will assume that you agree." After saying this, he smiled cunningly.

Ling Chuan was like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, and didn't say a word.

Xia Mo shut up, sat down on the stool next to him, and his eyes fell on the little gadget the other man was fiddling with.

Just now it was just a general outline and Xia Mo couldn't tell what he was carving. Now, after a closer look, he realized that it was a cat. After a short while, a lifelike cat's head appeared in front of him.

A slight surprise flashed in Xia Mo's eyes, but the cat's head was vivid, lively and full of tension.

"It's really beautiful." Xia Mo said sincerely. He really couldn't believe that the tall and strong Ling Chuan could carve this. "Brother Ling, are you good at carpentry?"

"Fur." Ling Chuan raised his eyelids and looked at Xia Mo, as if asking him why he asked this.

"Nothing, just asking." Xia Mo held his chin with one hand, looking a little bored.

Alas, I’m still not used to a world without mobile phones and the Internet.

Xia Mo silently looked at the man's carving hands. The joints were distinct and the hands were strong and powerful. How could such big hands carve such a cute cat puppet?

Xia Mo became lost in thought as he watched, and his thoughts gradually became distracted.

Ling Chuan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then lowered his head to continue what he was doing.