My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 52
The gate of Situ's house, the third floor of the deputy master's pavilion.

An Tong was reclined on the bed, with a pair of little feet dangling slightly in the air, swaying back and forth alternately, his upper body hugging the quilt tightly and curling up with himself, holding his mobile phone, staring at the chat records eagerly.

[An'an: How did you learn today? 】

【Hanghang: I'm outside, I'll go home right away. 】

This news was chatted half an hour ago, and now, I haven't arrived home yet.

Where did this go?

Afraid of affecting Yin Hang's study, she thought hard about the reason for a long time this afternoon, and after repeated deletions, she sent out this extremely simple question, and even added a question mark.

It turned out that he wasn't studying and went out to wander around. This is the college entrance examination!
But why did he go out? Could it be with someone?

Impossible, who would play with this idiot.

He can only be mine... Hehe.

Ever since An Tong confirmed the relationship with Yin Hang... as a boyfriend and girlfriend, she found that now, her mind is full of him.

The bad ones, the good ones, the sweet ones and the stomachaches, I dreamed about them all over and over again.

She is often moved by the scenes and stories she imagined.

Although there is almost no practical development between the two of them, in her fantasy, it has been...

But, there is no way.

She has been told by Situ Yan that she knows that she is in love, and she needs to be sensible.

And she can't delay her husband's college entrance examination just to get bored with her now.

What's more, if I don't come here, I won't be able to enter the same university.

That was four years, four full years surrounded by a group of vixen.

And according to what Yin Hang reminded himself... After these four years, the two of them will have a long life to experience together.

So now An Tong is struggling and rolling on the bed.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Yin Hang hadn't replied, An Tong ran to the second floor angrily.

When she just woke up this morning, after sending her husband good morning, Situ Yan knocked on her door and asked her to go shopping.

An Tong was not very interested in things like shopping, but Situ Yan poked her on the forehead and reminded: "You have been together so fast, haven't you given each other gifts?"

Hearing this sentence, An Tong suddenly felt a little wronged.

For other girls, after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and confirming their relationship, even if they are not around, at least there is a token, which can be seen and thought of.

But she was too anxious, so she gave it to her for nothing. As a result, she returned the seventeen pages of mathematical analysis that her husband wrote to her, and the chat history of tens of thousands of words was also deleted.

An Tong, who was so angry, still followed Situ Yan out.

If I buy you a gift, even if you stay longer, you still know to give me some, right?
When she went out, she originally thought that boys would like games and all kinds of electronic equipment. She could buy them in advance and give them to him as rewards after the college entrance examination.

But she was also afraid. After delivering it, he started playing games every day, ignoring himself, what to do, after all, there are many such examples.

Just when An Tong was tangled into a twist again, Situ Yan whispered something in her ear, then dragged her into a place like a garden, and taught her how to buy gifts.

Now she plans to prepare the gifts she bought first.

After An Tong ran to the second floor, he took a light breath and slowly pushed open a wooden door.

Then the whole room exuded soft luster, and a variety of clothes appeared in front of her eyes.

An Tong walked slowly in the jungle of clothes with bare feet, and secretly brushed some extremely soft, even slightly transparent thin shirts with his hands, his whole face flushed instantly.

"Treat yourself as a gift...wouldn't it be nice?"

……

For Yin Hang, today's consumption is a bit high.

Because taking a taxi twice has seriously exceeded his daily plan of 50 yuan.

But tomorrow I can move to the super large flat, and by the way, Qingyu Pavilion will be reimbursed, so it doesn't matter if I spend a little extravagance today.

Things finally went smoothly, and Yin Hang was much happier.

The next step is probably to think of a way to integrate all the resources, to see if I can force myself against this idiosyncratic physique, and touch the threshold of so-called cultivation.

And when he was about to get home, he saw a person standing downstairs of his house, and a car of unknown brand was quietly parked next to him.

Yin Hang was not interested in looking at a strange stranger, but when he walked in, the other party followed.

Yin Hang turned around, looked at the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a briefcase in his hand, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

The other party pressed the middle of the glasses, and then said very flatly: "I am An Tong's uncle, go in and have a seat."

After entering the house, Yin Hang hurriedly cleaned up the trash can at the door, and then hurriedly tried to find something to eat and put it on the table.

But there were only a few apples left at home, and when I took them out of the refrigerator, they were half broken. In the end, I could only place two bottles of soda cans in an extremely embarrassing manner. After sitting firmly on the chair, I leaned nervously and said : "Hello Uncle... I, I am An Tong's classmate."

But the other party actually picked up a bottle, opened it, took a sip and asked, "Student?"

Yin Hang suddenly panicked, not knowing how to explain the word classmate.

"You..." Yin Hang wanted to ask the other party what's the matter, but in this case, it seemed that there was no need to ask.

"I'm not her real uncle," the other party added after taking another sip, "I'm Zong's uncle."

Yin Hang didn't understand what the other party meant.

But the word Zong seems to belong to one of the three major systems of cultivation.

It's just that he doesn't understand the Zong's inheritance system. After all, he hasn't mentioned much about the original work he has read.

The other party didn't intend to continue explaining, leaned back slowly on the sofa, and asked directly: "Speak directly, how can you leave her?"

Yin Hang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "Is this plot too vulgar? I won't watch this kind of TV series anymore after I was ten years old."

If the other party is a real uncle, I can still say something, please believe me, I can bring her happiness.

But since he's not a real uncle, isn't it appropriate?

"Okay." After the other party nodded, he took out several documents from his briefcase, opened them, placed them on the table one by one and said:

"This one is the special item cutting incident that happened at the Galila Railway Station half a year ago."

"This one is about An Tong, a red-headed document approved by the Politburo for educational guidance."

"This one is a special training camp in the East China Sea, aiming at training the first batch of special command navies in China and training commanders of lieutenant colonel and above as the joint pre-declaration."

The middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses finished arranging these, and asked slowly: "I'm in a hurry, which one do you want to talk about that is not vulgar?"

(End of this chapter)