My wife is a passerby villain

Why did you stay up so early in the morning and post so many messages?

Don't you know I like to think wildly?

Is it intentional?

Still saying sorry?

I'm sorry, uncle!

An Tong pressed the center of the screen and wanted to unlock the phone, but the system showed that she needed to enter a gesture password when turning on the phone for the first time.

She could only row irritably in order, but because of her anxiety, she made the wrong row twice in a row.

I'm furious!

You are my special concern.

If the phone hadn't run out of battery, how could I not have known that you sent me so many messages.

I posted forty-five messages in the early morning, I’m going to kill you!

Still sorry, still sorry?

You have to be sorry... sorry for what...

An Tong unlocked it for the third time, her hands trembling slightly. Just when she was about to succeed, a tear suddenly fell on the screen, and then there was a buzz, indicating an input error.

An Tong was stunned, and quickly wiped the screen with her sleeve, but accidentally touched it with her hand, and there was another buzzing sound.

Ahhh, this broken phone!

An Tong's eyes were red and she wanted to throw her away.

Then she took a gentle breath, pressed the screen firmly, and started to unlock it.

But after drawing two numbers, her hand froze.

The password is...what is it?

What, can’t remember?

An Tong stared at the screen of her phone blankly, her fingers kept pressing on it without releasing it.

But no matter how she thought about it, there was only a blank in her mind, and her vision became increasingly blurry. After a final buzzing sound, it was prompted to unlock in thirty seconds.

Boom——

An Tong slammed the phone onto the bed, and she cried out.

"What are you saying you're sorry for!"

"I'm like this, and I gave it to you for free!"

"You...have never chased me!"

"Kneeling down on one knee is a proposal. Even if there is no ring, there should be a flower, right?"

"But in this case, I promise you."

"I'm obviously stupid to this extent."

"Why are you saying sorry?"

"Am I just so disdainful to you?"

"Ancestor?" After Situ Nan suddenly heard the voice, he hurriedly ran upstairs.

He ran to and from the door, not daring to go in. He knocked on the door cautiously and asked, "Ancestor, do you want to have breakfast... lunch?"

"roll!"

Situ Nan shrank his neck in fright at the shout, turned his head and looked to the side.

Third floor.

After An Tong finished scolding, she wiped her tears vigorously and began to rummage on the bed.

After flopping around for several times, her cell phone fell out of the quilt.

An Tong first gestured in the air, took a deep breath, held her breath, and started to stroke with numb hands.

After An Tong completed the last gesture, the system successfully entered the desktop.

She looked at the familiar QQ software. There was a red bubble on the right side of its head, and the number inside the bubble was the unfamiliar number 45.

She raised her hand to press it, but froze again.

Then An Tong slowly lay down as if scared, curled up into a ball with the quilt.

She suddenly felt that as long as she didn't look... it wouldn't be necessary, right?

After all, no matter what you think about, you always think about the worst.

But often, it’s not that bad… and it’s not always that bad!

I must be overthinking it.

It's just a young girl's inner drama and a small theater.

Maybe he was just sorry for something else.

For example, I'm sorry...

yes……

yes……

An Tong found that she could not think of any other reason.

Yin Hang sent himself forty-five messages at three o'clock in the morning. The last sentence was "I'm sorry." Besides admitting that he didn't like himself and saying sorry, what other reason could there be?

An Tong suddenly felt a little desperate and empty in her heart. Then she buried her head tightly in the quilt and started crying quietly.

She never felt that anyone would like her, and they must have other motives.

So she kept testing Yin Hang.

At first I thought it was Jiang Shiyun.

But the more she tries, the more she can't help but think...

Is there really someone who likes me and wants to be with me?

And after Yin Hang said those words to herself, she began to convince herself non-stop.

Stop thinking nonsense, he will spend the rest of his life proving it.

Even if...even if he is really lying to himself, then just go after him.

So yesterday morning, when An Tong was called out, she didn't think about what a coincidence it happened.

The moment the sense of disobedience disappeared, even if she noticed it, she just wanted to pretend to be stupid.

Because this explanation was so reasonable, so reasonable that it scared her.

She couldn't accept it.

So she didn't sign, and after running out, she eagerly went to find Yin Hang.

She wanted to tell him how much she liked him in her own way.

She buried all her doubts in a corner, not daring to touch or ask.

She was afraid that if she asked, it would be over.

So when holding Yin Hang in her arms, An Tong only thought about being with him forever.

Even if she couldn't think of a topic, she would hold him and pretend to sleep, so that she could feel Yin Hang's body temperature more closely.

But in this comfortable atmosphere, she really fell asleep.

After waking up, she felt that it would be good to keep lying like this.

But Yin Hang's kneeling down on one knee kept replaying in her mind.

She couldn't help but think about it.

Could it be that Yin Hang really likes him?

So yesterday she couldn't help but test it out.

Yin Hang asked before: Do you know where those disappeared people went?

An Tong said: Let’s go to cram school.

Now, she said that she also wants to go to cram school.

However, Yin Hang's suddenly cold tone made her a little scared.

She quickly changed the topic to something else, but Yin Hang didn't reply.

In the end, she bit her fingernails in agony and couldn't bear it anymore, so she urged her.

When An Tong saw the more than 700 words of instructions sent to her by the other party, she read them blankly for a long time.

Especially that sentence, I will find you and be together forever.

He knows where he is and will come to find him.

At that time, An Tong felt like she was about to melt. She leaned softly on the seat, imagining herself nestled in Yin Hang's arms like a cat, without needing to think or do anything.

As long as you say "good" politely, that's enough.

But why...you started saying sorry again?

I've sent you photos of my childhood, don't you understand?

Well, this is my past, and I want to tell you everything about me without reservation.

Moreover, I mustered up a lot of courage to send you that voice message.

Why do you say sorry?

An Tong hugged the quilt and sat up again with red and swollen eyes.

She picked up her phone again, clicked on QQ, opened the chat window with Yin Hang, and immediately dragged it down. The dense text passed by quickly, but her eyes were half-closed, not daring to read at all.

An Tong scrolled for a full minute before reaching the last sentence between the two of them last night.

After clicking on it, this is a very short and unclear sounding voice.

"I love you."

An Tong listened blankly to his own voice, lowered his head, and smiled softly:

"I can deceive myself very well."

"So, please... lie to me for the rest of your life, okay?"