Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 1742 I am also surnamed Shen
The two of them were so close that An Ying could smell the smell of tobacco and perfume on his body.

Different from the smell on Shen Mo's body, although Shen Mo's body also smelled of tobacco, it was not as strong as his. Moreover, Shen Mo never used perfume, so he naturally had a cool mint smell on his body.

An Ying wrinkled her nose, tilted her head, and held her breath. She felt that the perfume on his body was too strong, and she didn't know if it would affect her baby.

Seeing An Ying tilt her head, Yang Zijun locked her eyes tightly, the distance between them was so close that he could almost see the fine hairs on her neck.

His breath hit An Ying's ear, a little hot.

"Afraid?" His hoarse voice rang in An Ying's ears.

An Ying frowned, and reached out to push him away, but he grabbed An Ying's hand.

An Ying was really panicked now.

Because he was getting closer and closer to her, seeing that his lips were about to fall on hers.

"Yang Zijun." An Ying called him sharply.

Yang Zijun's eyes were tightly locked on An Ying's lips. Those cherry pink lips were not painted with any lipstick, but they were more beautiful than any lipstick color. They were moist and charming, as if there was a gravitational force attracting Yang Zijun. Little by little, he approached An Ying.

An Ying tilted her head violently, his lips fell on her cheek, and he smiled softly, "You don't need to call me by my name, you can save the word Yang in the future and call me Zijun."

An Ying raised her leg and wanted to kick him, but was crushed tightly to death by him on the seat. This posture was extremely ambiguous.

"Yang Zijun, get up, or else, I won't be polite to you." An Ying sternly reprimanded him.

Yang Zijun smiled lowly, his voice a little doting, "I'm really not good, I've already said it, don't call me Yang Zijun, you can leave out the word Yang."

His fingers pressed An Ying's lips, the soft lips made his heart itch, but she seemed to refuse him to kiss her.

Since she can't accept it now, he can wait. There will be plenty of time in the future, and she will accept him sooner or later.

An Ying shook her head wildly, she didn't like his touch very much.

Yang Zijun's voice suddenly became gloomy and ruthless, "Or, you can call me Shen Zijun, in fact, my surname is also Shen."

An Ying was still struggling, but when she suddenly heard this information, she couldn't adapt for a moment.

"You, what did you say?" An Ying asked in surprise.

Yang Zijun let go of An Ying, retreated a little, looked at An Ying coldly, "I said my surname is Shen, and I am also from the Shen family, no worse than Shen Mo, do you want to stay with me?"

An Ying sneered, "So what if your surname is Shen? Your surname is Shen, so I want to be with you?"

Yang Zijun reached out and pinched An Ying's chin with such force that An Ying almost thought her jawbone was going to break.

She gritted her teeth, "Relax."

Yang Zijun said coldly: "Do you think that Shen Mo is born to be the proud son of heaven? Originally, everything he has now should belong to me. Originally, I was the heir of the Shen family. Back then, my grandfather actually liked my father." , but Shen Junyi harmed him. He framed my father. My father had no choice but to take everything from the Shen family, but was sent to prison by Shen Mo. My father is his fourth uncle. How could he be so sympathetic? Not giving it to my father, not only sent my dad to prison, but also put pressure on the relevant departments to keep my dad from coming out for the rest of his life, what a proud person he is, how could he stay in prison for the rest of his life, he would rather die , So, he committed suicide, and after my mother found out that my father had committed suicide, she also abandoned me and passed away. In this world, I have no relatives anymore, and all of these are thanks to Shen Mo."

(End of this chapter)