The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 69 Confession
An Yunyao was obviously taken aback.

The man and her were separated by a window, and they lip-synced: I have something to tell you.

I have doubted all the possibilities in the past, but I have denied them time and time again.

An Yunyao once said to herself with a fluke mentality: It is a ridiculous thing for me to come to this age.How could there be another person who is also like this?

She and him had a deep hatred across a sea of ​​blood, and they had already severed all ties in Qin Chao.

For the sake of ambition, he can choose the day of his big wedding and go to massacre the city.

Why should she forgive him.

Because of carelessness, the hot oil in the pot splashed on the back of An Yunyao's hands.

She didn't feel hot, and it could even be said that her feeling was all after Situ Zheng put on the ancient costume.

Even if the man doesn't say anything, she seems to know what he wants to express in the bottom of her heart.

Situ Zheng outside the window looked at the bubble on the back of An Yunyao's hand, his handsome eyes were heavy, and he broke through the window before he could go through the main door in time.

Clang.

Glass shattered.

Seeing Situ Zheng jumping in, An Yunyao instinctively stepped back.

"Yaoyao." The old man who heard the movement in the kitchen asked, "What happened?"

Situ Zheng covered An Yunyao's mouth with one hand. He made a booing gesture, and An Yunyao nodded silently.

After five seconds, the man slowly moved his hand away, and An Yunyao responded to the old man: "Grandpa. I just slipped my hand and accidentally touched something."

"Then—" the old man's voice was getting closer and closer, "Does it matter?"

"Grandpa. I'm fine!" An Yunyao temporarily calmed down, and said to the old man: "We have agreed that you are not allowed to come in until the meal is officially ready."

"Okay." The old man's voice seemed to go away, "Grandpa, don't come in."

Different from An Yunyao's panic, Situ Zheng looked calm. He scraped off her delicate nose, "Little liar."

Thinking about turning over the window just now, it frightened her.

"What are you doing here?"

An Yunyao kept a straight face, she didn't need to guess, she knew that it was An Yunzhe who leaked the news about the bakery.

"Keep a distance from me at school, but also at home?" The man's smile gradually turned bitter, "Yao'er. Over the years, I have thought about meeting you many times."

"Professor Situ is wearing an ancient costume on a hot day, really..."

"Yao'er." The man couldn't help taking off An Yunyao's headband, and his long hair like a waterfall hung around his waist. "The hair is longer than before."

The oil in the pot has been evaporated dry, and it is steaming white.

Situ Zheng went over and turned off the gas.

"That day." Regardless of her expression at this time, he said to himself: "I brought three thousand cronies, and when I received the news, Brother Huang had already captured Xiangzhou."

"It really is you..." An Yunyao's eyes were full of sadness, she bit her lip, trying not to cry in front of Situ Zheng: "...I knew it was you..."

It should not be a fluke.

No matter how different the character pretends to be from the past, there are so many coincidences in appearance and name.

"So the Ninth Prince has changed his age, is he trying to show off the grand occasion of the coming of all nations, or does he feel that I don't have a brand on my face now, and I look awkward?" The more An Yunyao spoke, the more excited she became, she would not forgive him for everything he had done. things.

"When I see you again—"

The man's big and generous palm covered An Yunyao's small hand. Considering the people outside the kitchen, she said in a low voice, "I know that sooner or later you will find that I, like you, have come to this strange age and are starting afresh. own life."

"Here." Situ Zheng held An Yunyao's hand, covering his heart, "It's pretending to be fate."

"Fate?" An Yunyao grabbed the iron pot on the stove out of control, "Tens of thousands of lives in Xiangzhou! The lives of my father and brother!"

You once said that you would give me ten miles of red makeup on the day of my wedding.

That day blood flowed all over Xiangzhou, the red was dazzling, and the clear fire burned everything.

"Be careful it's hot!" The lingering warmth of the oil pan just now hadn't dissipated, Situ Zheng was worried about Yao'er, so he also shouted loudly in desperation, and snatched the oil pan.

Old Man An outside the door heard the movement, and patted An Dalang on the back vigorously, "Go in and have a look, what's wrong with Yaoyao?!"

An Dalang didn't dare to be ambiguous. Although his daughter just said that they would not be allowed to enter the kitchen, they had to take special measures in special times.

The door was knocked open.

The shattered glass in the kitchen and the just-opened door formed a convective wind.

An Dalang saw a man in Hanfu next to his youngest daughter, so he almost raised a knife to fight Situ Zheng to his death.

"Grandpa." Situ Zheng didn't panic in the slightest. On the contrary, he tied up his black silk slowly, rolled up his cuffs, and nodded politely, "Uncle Am. Auntie Du. Hello."

Du Jiajia was the first to recognize that the man in ancient costume was Situ Zheng.

"After Ah Zheng grew up, his appearance changed so much! Auntie almost didn't recognize him." Knowing that the elders in the family had great opinions on Situ Zheng, she found a topic to ease the atmosphere, "How did you get in here?"

"The windows are all broken!" The old man was so angry that his eyes turned black, and his spleen and liver were about to explode, "You don't even need to ask how it happened?!"

An Dalang knew Situ Zheng's identity, so he felt that the kid was wearing an ancient costume, so he was probably the younger sister of An Yunzhe's little bastard.

For so many years, the family has raised a little white-eyed wolf!Turning his elbows away, even if he couldn't be more angry with his original decision, he couldn't push his own sister into the fire pit of Situ's house!
"Aunt Du." Situ Zhengmin licked his thin lips, "I did smash the window and got in."

Really smashed the window!

An Dalang was so angry that he vomited blood. It was fine for Situ Zheng to pester their little Yaoyao shamelessly when he was a child. !

The old man still has high blood pressure, and he can't stand such mood swings. He leans on a walking stick, and his meaning is very clear. Situ Zheng is not welcome here.

"Yaoyao! Did this grandson bully you? Don't be afraid! Daddy will call you back!"

Situ Zheng wants to confess everything in the past today, including misunderstandings, but looking at the current atmosphere, it is obviously not suitable to continue talking.

An Yunyao was still in the midst of Situ Zheng's confession just now, Du Jiajia had never seen such a posture before, her husband was about to kill someone.

"Since you left without saying goodbye back then, our family has long since severed ties with yours." An Dalang said righteously, "The marriages in the past were all arranged verbally, and there are no counts! Besides, we are not in Camellia Town now, and Yaoyao is not If I like you, don't bother me any more!"

Don't think that he doesn't know what Situ Zheng, a superficial boy, is thinking in his heart.

In the past, Yaoyao was chubby and was criticized by many people.Later, after losing weight and becoming a great beauty, those who laughed at them settling down slapped themselves in the face.

Perhaps Situ Zheng also disliked Yaoyao's fat back then, but now seeing that she has become more beautiful and thinner, he leaned over with a stern look.

Trembling, Du Jiajia handed the water glasses to the thirsty father and son, and said cautiously: "How about we sit in the living room and talk?"

　Well.Before we, Yao'er and Ah Zheng fell in love, we had to be clear about the misunderstandings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)