Zhuang Wen smiled and said, "Don't be like that."
Yan Yan wrinkled her nose and asked cutely, "Why?"
Zhuang Wen smiled and touched Yan Yan's pert nose, as if trying to smooth out the slight wrinkles: "I have a wife."
"ah?"
Yan Yan opened her small mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief. Then her gaze dimmed, and she slowly lowered her head, her beautiful hair obscuring her delicate features.
Just when Zhuang Wen thought Yan Yan could back down,
Yan Yan suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining with excitement, and said, "You lied to me!"
Zhuang Wen frowned.
"If you're really married, why is there no trace of a woman living in this house? There aren't even any wedding photos of you two. It's so empty, like a bachelor apartment!"
Yan Yan beamed with joy, excited that she had discovered a major flaw in Zhuang Wen's words.
As she spoke, she tried to throw herself into Zhuang Wen's arms again.
But Zhuang Wen stopped her again. This time, his expression was serious, and he said sternly, "Yan Yan, I'm not joking!"
Yan Yan was stunned, and then her big eyes quickly filled with glistening tears.
Her pitiful appearance left Zhuang Wen with no doubt that tears might fall at any moment.
Zhuang Wen was most afraid of women crying.
It's especially hard to resist when someone cries in front of you.
"Don't cry."
Zhuang Wen then began frantically trying to comfort him.
"I understand. Even if you get married, your relationship with your wife won't be good!"
Yan Yan wiped away her tears and stared stubbornly at Zhuang Wen before speaking.
"Um?"
Zhuang Wen frowned.
"Otherwise, she would at least have come to stay. But now, apart from your own traces, there are no other traces of any other woman living in this house!"
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