Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 207 He Found His Collector's Shirt Missing

Standing in the cloakroom, Zhan Moxiao wasted no time admiring the wardrobe that had been rearranged by the girl.

There is a naughty girl's breath everywhere.

He felt that life was full.

After admiring it for a while, he went over and took a nightgown to change into. When he tied the belt of the nightgown, he found that the small drawers under the wardrobe had also been tidied up.

The first thing he thought of was the white shirt he treasured in the drawer!
So he quickly squatted down to check, but the shirt was gone.

Jun's eyebrows tightened suddenly.

He has always cherished that shirt, and has always enjoyed a separate drawer, in case the clothes will become old or damaged over time. He also added a good quality protective cover to the clothes.

He was more distressed than losing a ton of gold, his heart beat a few times suddenly, and he quickly searched through a row of wardrobes, but there was still nothing.

He forced himself to think calmly, every second felt like years, as if a piece of flesh had been cut off.

He quickly checked the trash can again, however, it was also empty.

Even if he was reluctant to wake up his little goblin, he couldn't help it now. That shirt meant a lot to him, and he would cherish it for a lifetime.

He quickly walked out of the cloakroom, suppressing the anxiety and worry in his heart, walked to the bed and leaned over to call her softly, "Lan Lan, Lan Lan?"

Ou Lan was sleeping soundly, and was very unhappy to be woken up suddenly, "What are you doing?"

Zhan Moxiao felt distressed for waking up the little goblin who was sleeping soundly, but he could only feel at ease when he found out where the shirt was. "In the cloakroom, where is the shirt in the bottom drawer in the first cabinet on the left?"

Ou Lan was still a little confused, she thought for a long time before she remembered which one Zhan Moxiao was talking about, she was very disdainful, "Oh, it's just that torn shirt, it was worn when you were a teenager, right? , it’s so old and stained with blood, I’ll throw it away for you.”

Torn shirt...throw away...throw away...throw away!

Feeling as if his heart had been cut with a knife, Zhan Mo Xiao clenched his teeth, this heartless wife who is doing everything in her power all day long!

What crime did he do in his previous life to like her so much in this life? !
It was the first time I wanted to beat her up so much!
However, still reluctant.

He pulled the girl up excitedly, his voice tensed like a string stretched to the limit, "Where did you throw it?!"

Ou Lan also felt the man's anxiety at this moment, she woke up a little bit from sleepiness, and felt that she had done something very wrong, she began to tremble, "That shirt...is, very important?"

"Yes, it's very important!" Zhan Mo Xiao stared at her piercingly, suppressing the irritability surging up in his heart, "Tell me, where did you throw it?"

Ou Lan's last drowsiness was so frightened that she disappeared, "Just now... we were thrown into the trash can by the side of the asphalt road."

Trash cans on the side of the asphalt road... trash, trash, bucket!

Zhan Moxiao recalled that bag, shit!He mezzily carried it all the way, and then threw it away with his own hands!
He wanted to give himself a knife!

Subconsciously looking at the clock on the wall, it was already past the time for the garbage truck to collect garbage, so he became even more anxious, as if a reminder was pasted behind him.

The treasure he has cherished for so many years has been taken away by the garbage truck along with other garbage!

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and before I even had time to change my clothes, I ran out of the room in big strides while stepping on my slippers, so anxious that every step brought a strong wind.

Ou Lan soon heard the sound of the car engine.

he's gone.

Ou Lan got out of bed, ran to the French windows in small steps, and saw Zhan Moxiao's car speeding away like an arrow.

Only then did she realize that she seemed to have gotten into a catastrophe.

That shirt must mean a lot to him.

Is it related to his ex-wife Chu Yajie that he collects a worn shirt so preciously?

They are childhood sweethearts...

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The first update, thank you "Ping, Qing Huandu, Big Pig's Trotter" for the reward, ok!
(End of this chapter)