My wife is a passerby villain

When Yin Hang returned to the dormitory, he found that Qin Shimao had left.

The other party said that he wouldn't live there permanently, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't even live there.

It seems that he is here just for himself.

Yin Hang still had a bunch of questions he wanted to ask, but the other party had no intention of giving him this opportunity. Just like last time, he refused to give him any contact information.

Fortunately, I left the suitcase behind.

Recalling Qin Shimao's so-called debut today, it can only be described as focusing on participation.

Who would have thought that he would be fooling around with a little girl for a long time.

Although I think I finally got off to a good start, it just felt awkward, just as awkward as the day I finally entered the lecture hall, signed everything, and then just said it was okay and handed it out to him.

But after all, this can be considered the beginning of growth.

After Yin Hang packed all his luggage and lay comfortably on the huge double bed, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something.

I haven’t said good night to my wife yet!

I took out my phone and looked at it, and I was a little sad because my wife didn't send it herself.

Maybe you are afraid of affecting your study?

After Yin Hang sent An Tong a good night, before turning off the screen, a video call suddenly rang.

Yin Hang was stunned and looked at the time. It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

After clicking the call in confusion, An Tong looked a little haggard, wearing thick pajamas, with messy hair, as if she had just woken up.

"You're still up so late?" An Tong rubbed her eyes that couldn't open and said, "Wait a minute, I'll tidy up first."

Then An Tong tugged at the corners of his clothes, then grabbed his dry hair and smoothed it out a little.

"Why don't you go to bed early?" Yin Hang looked at An Tong's sleepy look, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

"No, I've been waiting all day," An Tong muttered unhappily: "It's two o'clock in the morning, and it was ten o'clock yesterday. Even so...he ignored me all day."

"Really..." Yin Hang paused, then looked into An Tong's eyes and said, "I miss you."

"Hehehe." An Tong saw Yin Hang's appearance and laughed softly, but she felt that she was still a little confused. Then she thought of something, waved her hand and said, "By the way, I'll change it for you.

Perspective,”

After An Tong finished speaking, she placed the phone on the pillow at an angle, sat back a little, put her arms on the left and right sides to maintain balance, and then gently raised her little feet in front of Yin Hang.

From this perspective of looking up, you can see An Tong's white bare feet, stretching out her little toes, occupying half of the screen and swaying.

Yin Hang was stunned for a moment. After taking the screenshot, he blushed and said with embarrassment: "An Tong, I'm not...foot-controlled."

"Huh?" After An Tong heard this, he slowly put his feet down, exposed his ankles, hugged his legs and said a little aggrievedly: "I thought... I finally found something you like."

"That's not what I meant," Yin Hang quickly explained: "I like everything about you."

"But I obviously don't have it anywhere..." An Tong said a little frustrated: "The limited edition you want to see, I have been practicing in front of the mirror for a long time, but I feel... there is no ups and downs."

"The things you said you liked about me...you obviously didn't like me back then."

"I obviously have no merit whatsoever...so, are you just trying to comfort me?"

After An Tong finished speaking, she looked at Yin Hang eagerly.

"No, I'm just... embarrassed to admit it." Yin Hang hurriedly wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to say it: "And if you say too much, you will be called a pervert."

"Say it, I want to hear it." An Tong lowered his head slightly and looked at Yin Hangdao with a blush.

"Well, for example..." Yin Hang said with some embarrassment: "Maybe it's not obvious when you're wearing pajamas... But when you're wearing a vest, when you stretch your waist, the arc keeps changing as you stretch...

…I’ll just imagine what it’s like down there…ahem.”

Yin Hang hurriedly interrupted himself with a cough and said, "Am I too perverted?"

"For me... it's okay to be more perverted." An Tong's eyes were full of affection, and then he smiled and said: "I'm sorry, Yin Hang, am I too perverted?"

"No, and I also..." Yin Hang hesitated for a long time, then turned his face slightly and said with great embarrassment: "Your color is quite good."

After Yin Hang finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other with blushing faces again.

"What are you doing, looking at me like this, as if you want to eat me." An Tong said with a slight smile.

"Then..." Yin Hang also asked: "Can I eat it?"

"Okay..." An Tong's voice became softer and softer, looking into Yin Hang's eyes and said: "And I can feed you, where do you want to start eating first?"

Yin Hang once again avoided the other party's gaze in embarrassment. His thoughts were still too conservative, which directly caused him to feel a little irregular.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly looked into An Tong's eyes seriously and said, "An Tong."

"Huh?" An Tong looked at Yin Hang's changing expression and asked at a loss: "What's wrong?"

"will you marry me?"

After Yin Hang finished saying this, he could no longer feel his breathing.

When he realized what he had said, he felt like he was crazy.

Just as he was awkwardly preparing to find a reason to skip the topic, An Tong suddenly chuckled and said: "Idiot, we have to wait four years for marriage, otherwise I would have dragged you to get the certificate... But for that kind of thing, you

If you want it, I can give it to you at any time."

Yin Hang was stunned, twisted his thigh and said: "No, I mean, I really want to marry you, I want to be responsible for your life... I know we have only known each other for such a short time, I said this

It's very irresponsible... But, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a while."

"It's so sudden," An Tong covered her mouth slightly and said in surprise.

"I know there is a huge difference between liking each other and getting married, so I'm sorry for being so reckless. I will take a period of time to prove that I can really take on the title of husband before marrying..."

"I do." An Tong said with a smile.

"well?"

"Idiot, I really want to marry you." An Tong looked at Yin Hang lovingly and said: "When I called you husband, I already promised you in advance. Idiot, you didn't think about marrying me at that time.

Me?"

"I..." Yin Hang didn't know for a moment whether he was excited because the other party agreed or embarrassed by what the other party said. This tangled feeling made him breathe quickly.

"Well, Yin Hang, I want to send you a gift." An Tong suddenly changed the topic.

"Oh, a gift?"

"Well, I promised to give it to you before... If I had known, I would have given it to you in advance, but now it is almost broken... If it is broken after it is delivered, can I ask you not to be afraid?"

"No, I will like whatever An Tong gives me." Yin Hang said seriously.

"Well," An Tong responded lightly: "Well, good night, I'm too sleepy."

"Okay, good night." Yin Hang also nodded.

But before she was about to click to hang up, An Tong suddenly asked: "Oh, yes, Yin Hang, did you hear clearly the voice message I sent you that day? It felt like the recording was very blurry."

"I listened to it dozens of times, and it was very clear every time."

"Idiot, I can't hear you clearly." An Tong shook the camera with her hand in annoyance, and then said, "Turn on the video."

Yin Hang didn't know what the other party meant. After he opened it, An Tong slowly sat upright and said softly: "Yin Hang, I love you."

And Yin Hang said without hesitation: "I love you too."

After An Tong heard this, she hugged her legs and laughed.

"But An Tong, are you okay over there?" Yin Hang always felt that something was wrong.

After all, An Tong used to scold him anyway, and after chatting for so long, the other party should not be so sleepy anymore.

"I'm fine..." An Tong smiled lightly: "But don't say good night so late again, it's really too late."

"Uh, I'm sorry." Yin Hang responded a little embarrassed.

"Okay, good night, hubby."

"Well, good night, wife."