Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

A brave girl squatted down, "little handsome boy, I'm my sister. If you call me sister, I'll give you a little gift."

Who knows that Nie Yuchen didn't give face very much and said loudly, "you look older than my mommy. How can you be my sister?"

Also, today's students dress up very trendy. With high heels, Hip Wrap skirts and exquisite makeup, 18 looks like 28.

The girl was very frustrated. She stood up and looked at Yan Yan, "is she your mommy?"

Nie Yuchen proudly took Yan Yan's hand. "Yes, this is my mommy. Is she prettier and younger than you? So I'm right to call aunt!"

Nie TingYang didn't say anything. He had been standing next to the "mother and son" with the changed sheets and quilt covers in his hand. On the contrary, Yan Yan was a little embarrassed and apologized to the girl, "sorry, classmate, if the child is too novel, don't take it to heart."

"Xiao Chen is right. You look young and beautiful. Well, we should go back." Nie TingYang protected her short, stretched out his arm and naturally took her shoulder. He ignored the girls, then returned to the car and opened the door for their mother and son considerately. When they went in, he closed the door again. Then he sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

At the gate of the dormitory building, Wang Qian clenched her fist. Her fingernails were embedded in her palms. She didn't feel pain. She admitted that she was jealous.

She didn't understand why she was better than Yan Yan anywhere, why the man had been so cold to her, and even needed her to beg again and again for dinner with her before he reluctantly agreed. Moreover, it was like cheating, hiding from reporters, his family, and even Tang Tianyu.

But now he is so considerate to Yan Yan, and even shows his love in public. He is afraid that the whole school doesn't know their relationship. Why? Why?

She is unwilling!

In the car, Nie Yuchen probably didn't rest well last night. He fell asleep soon after getting on the bus.

Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking out of the window, his mind has always been Wang Qian's calm appearance.

Nie TingYang glanced at her from the endoscope. "Are you in a bad mood? What's the matter?"

"... nothing."

"What can't you tell me, sir? Maybe I can give you an idea or something."

Yan Yan thought for a while. Although it was boring, she still wanted to know his past with Wang Qian. Before she was imprisoned, Wang Qian had been with Jiang Wenyang.

Jiang Wenyang, Wang Qian and she are high school students. They were admitted to a university together. Jiang Wenyang studied medicine and Wang Qian studied human resources. She chose business administration. Although they are not a department, they still often meet, eat together and go to the library together.

Later, Jiang Wenyang fell in love with Wang Qian. In order not to make a light bulb, she rarely went with them. In addition, her mother fell ill. In order to make money, she took part-time jobs one after another. Every day, in addition to class, she had little leisure time. When she had time, she wanted to go to the library.

Later, she suspended school for half a year. She told Wang Qian and Jiang Wenyang that she wanted to go out to earn money to see her mother. In fact, she was waiting for childbirth. Since then, she has become more and more alienated from them. She doesn't know what happened between Jiang Wenyang and Wang Qian.

So when she learned that Wang Qian and Nie TingYang had been boyfriend and girlfriend, she was shocked. She was thinking, what about Jiang Wenyang? Why did they break up? In her heart, they are so well matched. No matter their family, appearance and character, they are all made in heaven.

"I want to know the past between you and Wang Qian..." her voice is very small, maybe she has some confidence.

Nie TingYang turned his head and looked back, "jealous?"

When he got on the bus, he saw Wang Qian standing at the gate of the dormitory. They must have met in the dormitory. No wonder she looked worried. They probably had a conflict.

be jealous? What vinegar does she have to eat.

Yan Yanbai glanced at him. "I'm not jealous. I'm just curious. Before I went to prison, Wang Qian had a boyfriend."

"Are you talking about Jiang Wenyang?"

I was surprised, "do you know Jiang Wenyang?"

Nie TingYang said "well" and then spoke slowly, "I know more than that. I have known him for many years. He is the brother of a friend of mine."

"A friend's... Brother?" Yan Yan looked at the man's back strangely. He couldn't imagine that he gave his friend's brother's girlfriend to

Nie TingYang found a place where he could park the car, opened his seat belt to turn around and looked directly at her, "put away your dirty idea. Although I have many women, it's not as dirty as you think."

The man seemed to really have a pair of eyes that could see through her mind. She saw through her mind again, and Yan Yan's face turned red.

"When I was with Wang Qian, she and Jiang Wenyang had broken up for more than a year. I heard that they broke up because..." Nie TingYang deliberately lengthened his tone, stared at her with deep eyes, opened his thin lips and sent out a heavy tone, "you!"

"Me?" Yan Yan Yan exclaimed, then turned his face, "how possible! They were fine when I was in prison."

They broke up. Where is Jiang Wenyang now? Still in city a?

I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know what he looks like now. Have you talked about his girlfriend again? Where do you work.

"You like Jiang Wenyang." when a man's voice sounded in her ear again, she found that he had put half of his body into the rear seat, and the tip of his nose almost touched her face.

"You... You... Why are you so close to me..." Yan Yan leaned back hard, and Dai frowned. She was very resistant to this unsuspecting closeness.

Nie TingYang repeated softly, "you like Jiang Wenyang."

"... you, what are you talking about!" Yan Yan stretched out his hand and pushed him. He looked flustered and swept his eyes around, not looking at him.

His eyes locked on her and observed her reaction. The man's voice was full of certainty, "yes, I was wrong. To be exact, secret love. You have been secretly in love with Jiang Wenyang."

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Yan Yan didn't respond to him for a while. This is a secret hidden in her heart. She never told anyone. Now she was guessed by this man at once. It was as embarrassing and ugly as a lie was exposed, and even she was a little flustered and at a loss.

It was high school and she was in love. When she first met Jiang Wenyang, she was attracted by him. He was a very sunny boy, tall and big, especially fond of playing basketball.

That day, after dinner, she went to the playground to digest and go back to the classroom to study. A group of boys played basketball on the playground and wore the same blue and white school uniforms. They were tall and thin. That group of people didn't attract her. She didn't like to deal with others very much.

"Hi, classmate, can you throw the basketball over for me, thank you."

A nice voice sounded in my ears. I don't know why, my nerves trembled.

On her side, she saw a boy standing five meters away. He was tall, handsome and hung beads of sweat on his forehead. He was smiling at her. He smiled like the winter sun, very warm and warm. Her face was burning unconsciously. She didn't know how red it was, but the burning feeling was very clear.

She lowered her head and found that there was a football lying quietly in front of her heel. She bent down to pick it up, perhaps because she was nervous or shy. She was going to throw the basketball to him, but she threw herself at the same time.

She came into close contact with the earth firmly, and the key was to chew a mouthful of grass.

"Why are you so careless? Come on, I'll pull you up." a big hand appeared in front of her. It was a hand with slender fingers and fine cocoons. For the first time, she thought that this hand must be very warm. In that way, she unconsciously put her hand into that big hand.

Sure enough, his palm was very warm. He held her hand and pulled her up effortlessly.

"Didn't you fall?" he asked.

She looked at him blankly and shook her head. "No, No."

He smiled. Later, she knew that he was still chewing the grass in his mouth and didn't spit it out. He raised his slender and good-looking big hand to pinch the grass out of her mouth, and then said in a very pleasant voice, "my name is Jiang Wenyang, class 1 of senior one, how about you?"

She was so embarrassed that day that she not only made a fool of herself, but also tied her tongue, "I, my name is Yan Yan, I, I'm also in class 1 of senior one..."

In this way, she and Jiang Wenyang, who had lived in the same class for more than three months, met formally for the first time.

Later, she learned that he didn't like learning and often skipped classes, but he loved playing basketball. Every time he skipped classes, he came to the playground to play basketball. There were 38 people in the class at that time. He was the last in the final exam, and she was the first and the first in age.

In the first week of the second semester, she didn't see Jiang Wenyang. She heard from her classmates that he was expelled from school because of his poor academic performance and skipping classes. She was very sad. After dinner in the evening, she was used to going to the playground. In fact, she just wanted to see if she could see him there.

She really saw him there. He ran over to talk to her, "Hey, Congratulations, you were the first in your age last semester. You left in a hurry during the holiday and didn't have time to say hello to you."

She asked, "are you really not going to school?"

"My grades are bad and I don't want to go to school." he stopped and stared at her. "Do you want me to come to school?"

She nodded without hesitation and said, "I can tutor you and strive for the mid-term exam. You are no longer the last one."

One morning three days later, he was having an English class. He came to the classroom with the head teacher with his schoolbag on his back and sat next to her. He said: "My brother went to school and the school agreed to give me a chance. If I can get into the top 50 in the final exam this semester, I will be allowed to go to school next semester. I told the head teacher that if I want to get into the top 50, I will sit at the same table with you. He agreed. Now we are at the same table. You will be responsible for tutoring me in the future. I come back to school all because of you."