My wife is a passerby villain

This chat record looks too familiar.

Because he didn't know how many times he watched it last night.

The voice call time of seven minutes and twenty-four seconds is also exactly the same.

Yin Hang recalled the little voice that sounded like a mosquito when An Tong hugged him tightly during lunch break.

Did you really hear it right?

Yin Hang shook his head and started to carefully review the QQ account using pixels as the basic unit again.

Personalized signature is still your own: Oh

But the avatar has been changed.

It was replaced by the couple's avatar with An Tong.

If you zoom in and take a closer look...the one I have is just An Tong's avatar, flipped, added a filter and then Photoshopped the text.

No wonder Magic Hand’s software also consumes some traffic.

When did she do it, last night?

Yin Hang looked at the usage time, and it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

I didn't go to bed so late. I remember Jiang Shiyun said that she also stayed up late the day before... I should have known better that I shouldn't have given her the phone.

Having said that, why can An Tong still send messages to herself at this time?

Is there no risk of confidentiality being compromised?

Doesn’t the person who took her away also care?

Could it be that the details haven’t been told to her yet, and she will be informed in the form of lectures after she officially enrolls?

At that time, there should be no contact with the outside world.

So, An Tong... can still be online tonight?

Yin Hang turned his attention to An Tong's QQ again, but he always felt it was not appropriate.

Then he stood up, walked around the bedroom, and sat down. After looking around, he closed the curtains and sat down again. Feeling a little thirsty, he went to drink a glass of water. After returning for the third time and sitting down, he

His eyes are still inseparable from An Tong's qq...

Five minutes later, Yin Hang switched to his own QQ.

The avatar has really been changed.

The screen name has also been changed. What I saw on Anyongqq just now was a comment, so I didn’t notice it.

[Hanghang: You clicked all my group chat messages, and you still pretended not to be online, right?]

A message suddenly popped up.

This was sent from my QQ to An Tong’s QQ.

Yin Hang coughed twice into the air in embarrassment.

[Hanghang: I am...]

[Hanghang: Hehe, it’s quite interesting to chat with yourself]

Yin Hang felt a little strange, why was his QQ in the other party's phone, and wasn't her phone out of battery?

[Hanghang: How did you log in to my qq? 】

[An'an: It's very simple. Your mobile phone has a wireless charging function. I charged my mobile phone some, and then used your mobile phone to call me. After knowing your mobile phone number, I can log in directly with the mobile phone number and send a text message.

Just verify it]

Yin Hang looked at this long paragraph and didn't know how to describe his mood.

It's definitely inappropriate for the other party to do this, but I'm just as good as myself.

It's just that...this feeling of being cared about is really not quite right.

Yin Hang pinched his penis hard, trying to get his brain back to normal.

After a while, he replied to the other party.

【Hanghang: Awesome.】

[An'an; What's awesome or not, shouldn't you take the initiative to apply for QQ association with me?]

[Hanghang: Doesn’t this involve privacy or something? 】

What Yin Hang actually wants to ask is why there is a connection.

But he felt that if he really asked, An Tong would definitely make a direct voice call.

[An An: We have already seen each other, so what is there to care about?]

[An An: And you have so few contacts, why don’t you even have a girl?]

The other party's way of speaking, which could easily lead to misunderstanding, made Yin Hang somewhat embarrassed.

As for why there are so few contacts, Yin Hang has just traveled through time for a month, and apart from his classmates, he doesn’t know many people. The few people he added were just to ask about homework, help bring breakfast and so on.

As for girls... except for the fact that their handwriting is much clearer than boys' when copying homework, they have no communication value. But now that they are in their third year of high school, still copying homework is pure self-deception.

But these were definitely not allowed to be mentioned. He could only recall the strategy and answered humorously.

[Hanghang: Aren’t you a girl? 】

[An An: It’s your uncle]

Yin Hang was stunned for a moment when he was scolded, and then realized that this was the second time he had been tricked by those bad strategies.

But An Tong soon knocked another bubble over.

[An An: I am obviously your wife!!!]

An Tong seldom uses punctuation marks when chatting, but this time she poked three in a row.

Yin Hang looked at this sentence, especially those two words, with a dull expression. Then he slowly moved the phone away, leaned back on the chair and staggered three or four positions, and stopped only when he touched the edge of the bed.

He felt his head was buzzing and his heart rate began to rise uncontrollably.

After suddenly remembering something, I leaned over and took a screenshot of my phone, then distanced myself from my phone again.

Two minutes later, Yin Hang, who kept flexing his fingers, glanced at the phone screen from a distance. The word husband was still alive in the chat box so abruptly.

The other party did not withdraw it, nor did they mean to say that it was sent in error.

Before Yin Hang traveled through time, he was considered an older young man.

It can be said that people talk about it every day, why don't you ask for a wife at such an old age?

But is this because he doesn’t want to ask for it?

Doesn't he want to have a small heater that he can cuddle with when he gets home?

Doesn't he want to have someone who can take care of him when he is sick?

Don't you want him to have a little hand to hold when he goes out, instead of having to put it in his pocket?

Doesn't he want to have someone to accompany him when he goes out to party, instead of being alone?

Doesn't he want to have a girlfriend who cares about him, loves him, and is jealous of him?

Doesn't he want to have a wife who will accompany him throughout his life and eventually marry him?

Yin Hang thought about it, but he could only think about it. He gritted his teeth and thought about it when he followed his classmates.

It's over, my mood is broken.

Even though Yin Hang went to wash his face, he still felt a little hard to calm down.

Is it because I suddenly became ten years younger and felt a little uncomfortable physically?

After coming back and taking a deep breath, I found that An Tong had sent herself a bunch of bubbles again.

[An An; Why are you doing what you are doing, don’t you think about saying something?]

[An An: That’s right, you didn’t like me before the college entrance examination, it’s just that I had unrequited love]

[An An: Hurry! Click! Get back to me! 】

Yin Hang quickly picked up his phone and typed.

【Hanghang: I'm here.】

[An'an: At your size, what are you doing?]

[An'an: I'm so worried about waiting]

Yin Hang looked at the kitchen, which he had not entered for more than half a month, and typed.

[Hanghang: The boiling water is boiling.]

[An'an: That's it, forget it, let's get back to today's topic]

Then An Tong seemed to deliberately put it off and sent the main topic after half a minute.

[An An: Do you miss me?]