My wife is a passerby villain

Situ's house gate, third floor of the deputy principal's pavilion.

An Tong was lying on the bed, her little feet slightly dangling in the air, swinging back and forth. Her upper body hugged the quilt tightly and rolled up with herself. She held her mobile phone and stared at the chat history eagerly.

[An An: How was your study today? 】

[Hanghang: I’m outside and will go home soon.]

This message was exchanged half an hour ago, and now, we haven’t even arrived home yet.

Where has this gone?

She was afraid that it would affect Yin Hang's study, so she thought hard about the reason for a long time that afternoon, and after repeatedly deleting and revising it, she sent out this extremely simple question, even adding a question mark.

As a result, he was not studying, but was wandering around outside. He was about to take the college entrance examination!

But why did he go out? He couldn't be with someone, right?

It's impossible, who would play with this idiot.

He can only be mine...hehe.

Ever since An Tong established a relationship with Yin Hang... as boyfriend and girlfriend, she found that now all she could think about was him.

The bad ones, the good ones, the sweet ones and the stomach-ache ones, I dreamed about them all.

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

Although there has been little practical development between the two, in her fantasy, it has already been...

But, there is no way.

Situ Yan has told her that she is in love and needs to be rational.

And she can't delay her husband's college entrance examination just to be able to be together 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 whole years surrounded by a group of vixens.

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

So An Tong is now tangled in bed and rolling around.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Yin Hang had not replied yet, An Tong ran towards the second floor angrily.

When she woke up this morning, after saying good morning to her husband, 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 forehead and reminded: "You two have been together so quickly, haven't you given each other gifts yet?"

Hearing these words, An Tong suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

Other girls, after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers to establish a relationship, even if the person is not around, at least they still have a token that they can see and reflect on.

But she was too anxious and gave it to her for free. As a result, her husband wrote the seventeen pages of mathematical analysis for her, and then she put it in school, and the chat history of tens of thousands of words was deleted.

Angry, An Tong followed Situ Yan out the door.

If I buy you a gift, even if you stay around, you still know you have to give me some, right?

When she went out, she originally thought that boys would like games. She could buy various electronic equipment in advance and give them to him as a reward after the college entrance examination.

But she was afraid. After giving it away, he started playing games every day and ignored her. After all, there were many such examples.

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

Now she plans to prepare the gifts she bought.

When An Tong ran to the second floor, she took a breath and slowly pushed a wooden door open.

Then the entire room exuded a soft luster, and a dazzling array of clothes of various styles appeared in front of her.

An Tong walked slowly with bare feet in the jungle of clothes, secretly brushing some extremely soft and even transparent thin shirts with her hands, and her whole face turned red instantly.

"Wouldn't it be nice to treat yourself as a gift...?"

…

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

Because two taxi rides had seriously exceeded his daily plan of fifty yuan.

But we can move to the extra-large flat floor tomorrow, and Qingyu Pavilion will be reimbursed by the way, so it doesn’t matter if we have a little luxury today.

Things finally went smoothly, and Yin Hang was very happy.

The next step is probably to think of a way to integrate all the resources and see if I can reach the threshold of so-called cultivation despite my extremely disgusting physique.

When he was almost home, he saw a man standing downstairs of his house, and a car of unknown brand parked quietly next to him.

Yin Hang had no interest in looking at a strange stranger, but when he walked in, the other person followed him.

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: "Is something wrong?"

The other party clicked on the middle of his glasses, and then said calmly: "I am An Tong's uncle, come in and sit down."

After entering the house, Yin Hang hurriedly packed away the trash can at the door, and then quickly tried to find something to eat to put on the table.

But there were only a few apples left at home. When I took them out of the refrigerator, I saw that they were half broken. In the end, I could only place two cans of soda on the table with great embarrassment. After sitting firmly on the chair, I leaned over nervously and said

: "Hello, uncle...I, I am An Tong's classmate."

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

Yin Hang suddenly panicked and didn't know how to explain the word "classmate".

"You..." Yin Hang wanted to ask the other party what happened, but in this situation, it seemed that there was no need to ask.

"I'm not her biological uncle," the other party added after taking another sip, "but the uncle of the clan."

Yin Hang didn't understand what the other party meant, but after the other party said this, he inexplicably connected the word Zong with the three major systems of cultivation.

It's just that he doesn't understand the clan system in it. After all, the original work he's read hasn't mentioned much about it.

But the other party had no intention of explaining. He leaned slowly against the sofa behind and asked, "To be more direct, how can you leave her?"

Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said: "Isn't this plot a bit too vulgar? I won't stop watching TV shows like this after I'm ten years old."

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

But since he's not his biological uncle, why?

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

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

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

"This is a pre-statement on the joint training of the East China Sea's special training camp, targeting the first batch of special command corps in the country, commanding corps of lieutenant colonel and above."

After the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses finished posing, he silently asked: "I'm pressed for time, which one do you want to talk about that's not vulgar?"

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