Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

After lunch, Shen Wenchen forcefully gave the three dolls to her on the grounds that Shen Miaomiao's hearsay had ruined the relationship between him and Nanzhi, and he took Nanzhi away elegantly.

Looking at the three dolls, Shen Miaomiao was silent.

Lin Zihan and Lin Jian also stood obediently, no one said anything.

Only Shen Zhiyu seemed to be abandoned, with tears in his eyes.

"Zhiyu?"

"Daddy is a bad guy!"

The little guy's face turned red with anger, and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Okay Zhiyu, this time we misunderstood my uncle."

Brothers Lin Zihan and Lin Jian both tried to persuade their younger brother, fearing that he would cry again.

In fact, my uncle has always cared about his younger brother, but he didn't know it.

Since moving to Yancheng, the three of them have been sleeping in the same room. My uncle often comes over at night after his brother falls asleep.

Both of them would be shocked at first, but later they got used to it.

My uncle would always sit on the edge of the bed and watch his younger brother sleeping. Then he would give them both pocket money and let them play with his younger brother, but he would not let them tell his younger brother.

"Zhiyu, my uncle cares about you very much."

Lin Zihan hesitated for a while and finally told the truth.

"My uncle often comes to see you after you fall asleep, and also lets us take you out to play."

The little guy wiped his tears and asked in a Weng voice.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

The two children nodded quickly, for fear that he wouldn't believe it.

The little guy pursed his lips, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and whispered.

"Then I, then I won't be angry with Dad."

Nanzhi was led away by Shen Wenchen, with a blank look on his face.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go to the City Lord's Mansion."

"???"

When Nanzhi was carried by Shen Wenchen and flew up to the roof of the city lord's mansion, she was still confused.

Is this the gentleness that belongs to straight men?

Bringing yourself to climb on the roof?

"Nan Nan, close your eyes first."

Shen Wenchen said softly.

Nanzhi looked at him and then at his feet.

Not to mention seven or eight meters above the ground, it will definitely not be less than six meters high.

Shen Wenchen was smiling like a fox now, and Nanzhi had reason to suspect that he was trying to do something bad.

"You want to throw me to death?"

"What are you talking about?"

Shen Wenchen raised his hand and flicked her forehead, his tone full of helplessness.

Nanzhi hummed and closed his eyes obediently, just waiting for Shen Wenchen's next move.

Seeing her obediently closing her eyes, Shen Wenchen took out a white jade cloud hairpin from his arms. The whole hairpin was moist white, slightly translucent, and engraved with cloud patterns.

Carefully inserting the hairpin into Nanzhi's bun, Shen Wenchen's lips curved slightly.

"alright."

It was still a low and magnetic voice, but this time Li Nanzhi could hear some childish satisfaction.

"alright?"

Nanzhi blinked and felt something was on his head, so he reached out to touch it.

"Wear it, it looks good."

Shen Wenchen sat next to Nanzhi, with a smile on his face.

"You just want to give me the hairpin?"

"yes."

Nanzhi's head was full of questions. Why did he take himself to the roof to give him the hairpin?

Hair dryer?

"Nan Nan, look over there."

Following the direction of his finger, Nanzhi was slightly in a trance.

It's not the end of the day yet, but the sky is already a glowing red.

The orange-red sun dyed the entire sky red, and the white clouds were layered on top of each other, as if they wanted to cover up all the beautiful colors, but they didn't want to reveal the gorgeous colors from the gaps.

Nanzhi was fascinated, but Shen Wenchen looked at her serious look carefully.

"Nannan."

"Um?"

"will you marry me?"

Suddenly hearing his words, Nanzhi suddenly turned her head to look at him.

Shen Wenchen's face was slightly nervous now, but he tried his best to act like nothing was wrong.

"Are you proposing?"

"Um."

"Why, why?"

Shen Wenchen looked at Nanzhi seriously, his tone full of affirmation.

"Nannan, marry me and be my wife."

Nanzhi raised his head and met Shen Wenchen's eyes.

Peach Blossom's eyes no longer had the previous banter, now there was only nervousness and anticipation.

After a moment of silence, Nanzhi nodded slightly.

Seeing her agree, Shen Wenchen's face suddenly lit up with joy.

"I remember you bought a wooden hairpin before? Why is it missing?"

Nanzhi rested his head on Shen Wenchen's shoulder with his hand, and suddenly thought of the hairpin.

She remembered that Shen Wenchen carried it all day long.

"That hairpin..."

The smile on Shen Wenchen's face stopped and he frowned slightly: "It was touched, so I burned it."

Nanzhi looked up at him. Has someone touched him?

So it burned?

Could it be which woman?

Seeing what she was thinking, Shen Wenchen quickly explained: "The servants broke it when they were cleaning the house."

Nanzhi curled his lips, but said nothing more.

Shen Wenchen saw her unhappiness and sighed inwardly.

He actually made one himself, but it was too ugly, so he didn't dare to give it away.

The two sat and watched for a while on the roof. Shen Wenchen was afraid that she would catch cold, so he carried her and flew into the yard.

"Are you very good at Kung Fu?" Nanzhi asked curiously as he was held firmly to the ground.

"It's not very powerful." Shen Wenchen shook his head. He had been practicing martial arts for too short a time, and even if he was very talented, he couldn't be like those who started at a young age.

"Then do you have internal power? Can you teleport?"

Looking at Nanzhi with a curious look on his face, Shen Wenchen shook his head: "Yes, but not as powerful as those in the book."

"All right."

The two walked around the city lord's mansion. Nanzhi was thinking about her son, and Shen Wenchen followed her to the Shen family.

Shen Miaomiao was sitting in the yard at the moment, working as a heroine, while three children were playing in the yard.

When she saw Nanzhi and Shen Wenchen coming over, Shen Miaomiao quickly put down the sewing basket in her hand.

"Sister Nanzhi, Brother Shen."

"Thank you for your hard work, Miaomiao." Nanzhi blushed slightly as she spoke.

We haven't seen each other for two years, but now when we meet, we give the child to someone else to take care of.

"It's okay, it's okay, sister Nanzhi, sit inside." Shen Miaomiao smiled and pulled Nanzhi into the main room, and then asked in a low voice.

"Sister Nanzhi, what will you and Brother Shen do now? You are..."

Shen Miaomiao looked hesitant and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She is not stupid. Although Sister Nanzhi's core is still the same, no matter how she looks like this now, it is impossible to be the same as before.

Nanzhi looked at her worried look and smiled and touched her head.

"It's okay, but how have you and Twelve been doing in the past two years?"

Nanzhi pulled Shen Miaomiao with concern in her eyes.

She remembered that Miaomiao and Twelve were in love at first, but now Twelve has gone to the capital to work, and Miaomiao is already eighteen years old.

"do not know."

Shen Miaomiao shook her head, but she was not worried.

"If we are really destined, we will meet again naturally. If he becomes his general in the capital from now on, it can only be said that we are destined but not destined."

Seeing her calm face, Nanzhi felt a little distressed, but it was impossible to persuade her.