"Let you see a joke."
Caesar smiled at us awkwardly, and said to me apologetically, "She's always clamoring to see your husband, and I told her you're married, but she didn't believe it."
"Caesar."
The pervert raised his eyelids indifferently, and glanced at the man sitting opposite him.
"That's why you brought me here?"
Caesar saw that the ghost was angry at a glance, and quickly shifted his hope to me. He put down the wine glass in his hand, and begged me: "Ronghua, please... beg for me, I really can't do anything."
When I think of Caesar thumping me on the bed before, the little devil in my heart can't help but fly out.
"What can you do?"
I leaned my head on the pervert's shoulder, put my arm around his arm, and looked at Caesar with a smile: "You are the king of Hades, Caesar, how could you have nothing to do with your sister."
"I'm not... I'm not..."
After hearing what I said, Caesar shrank back in fear, almost denied it three times, and said nervously: "You can't do this, I was really forced."
"Ah—it's very interesting today. There was a big show in the banquet hall just now, but I didn't expect there to be one here." I squinted my eyes sharply.
"Master Pluto, you clearly know that the pervert is my husband, yet you secretly brought him to meet your sister behind my back."
"What is your intention?"
Caesar couldn't utter a word when I yelled at me. When the pervert saw me speak, he sat quietly aside so that I could lean on his shoulder comfortably, and easily hugged Yan'er with the other hand.
"I… "
"Do you look down on me and want to use me as a weapon?"
In order to make her sister completely give up, she can only give up on the pervert completely if the glass-hearted princess sees me and the pervert showing affection with her own eyes.
Just like some brainless fans, hearing others say that the idol they love is secretly married, it is rumors that they keep hypnotizing themselves.
He had to see the truth of the matter before he came to his senses, and those who lost their fans lost their fans, and those who turned black turned black.
Caesar sighed helplessly: "I can't help it, you know, since your husband came to our underworld once, that girl has taken a fancy to him, and she won't marry unless he is her."
"You probably weren't even born then."
He shook his head, looked at the open door, and said calmly, "But, I don't want her to like you bastard." Caesar meant the pervert.
"Oh? Come on, why don't you want to?"
"I think you can do this for your sister. You must love her very much. You should fight for the love she is after for her."
Caesar's face was even more ugly, as if he couldn't tell. He glanced at the pervert a few times in fear, put his hand to his mouth, and said to me in a low voice: "Don't you know? He hasn't been close to women for thousands of years. Rumors He's so masculine."
"Caesar, I see that you are tired of living."
He lowered his voice and told me that it was useless at all, he would still be heard by all the perverts, no, this completely pissed off the perverts.
I held back my laughter and turned my head away. There were rumors about lecherous ghosts having a habit of cutting off their sleeves. It was said that there were also rumors in the underworld. I didn't expect that even Caesar knew about it.
It can be seen that the pervert has a wide influence.
The pervert's dark eyes instantly turned red, and he was about to attack Caesar, but the other party noticed it first, and disappeared in a flash.
His voice came through the air.
"Today I owe you a favor, Rong Hua, if you need anything in the future, just come to me."
When I heard him say that, I felt a little better. I tore the clothes of the pervert, and comforted me: "Okay, don't be angry."
"We can't control what other people say. There are so many people in the world and the underworld is so big. If we really want to pursue them one by one, wouldn't we be exhausted ourselves?"
"Hua'er!"
"Hey—" I hugged him, and comforted him softly, "You don't seem like the kind of person who cares about what other people think. Pass it on."
"Now, you and I have already become husband and wife, and all the undead in the underworld know about Yan'er's existence, so your rumors and gossips will naturally come to an end."
Only then did the pervert withdraw his anger, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the red light disappeared and returned to the original black.
"And Caesar, didn't he say he owed me a favor this time, dare to use me as a shield, I will definitely make him lose everything!"
He looked at me with a treacherous smile, and the haze on my face cleared away, revealing a doting smile.
"Since Hua'er has said so, I will naturally stop making trouble for no reason."
I told the pervert what An Ning and I were talking about in the room, and when he heard it, he raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Then their daughter must be worthy of Yan'er, otherwise I won't allow it. "
I covered my mouth with a smirk, and said obediently, "Okay, it's up to you."
"I am also the same, but the most important thing is Yan'er's meaning, isn't it?"
The pervert smiled similarly to me, hugged my shoulders, and said softly: "I never thought that one day, I would start worrying about things that have nothing to do with the underworld."
I chuckled lightly and didn't answer.
…
After the engagement ceremony, we spent another night in a hotel near the airport, and returned home the next day on a plane back home.
Parents circled around Rong Yan's little ancestor at the dining table, helping him wipe his mouth and feeding him.
I heard some interesting stories that I encountered in country M, and the old couple listened with gusto.
"That girl An Ning can really figure it out, she wants to make a baby kiss, um... But having said that, the An family has a clean background and a superior family background, An Ning and you are good sisters, and it will make sense for us to marry Yan'er in the future."
The little guy opened his big eyes, his mouth was covered with rice paste, and his bib was dripping with soup.
"My wife, Yan'er is still young, these things are too long ago, why don't you think about more recent things." Dad looked at Yan'er dotingly, and said, "In two years, Yan'er will go to kindergarten .”
"He's so smart, should we let him go to school earlier?"
I frowned, it's not like I haven't never thought about Dad's idea.
When children grow up, they must go to school to increase their knowledge and cultivate their communication skills.
Just go to school early...
I lowered my head slightly and asked the little guy, "Does Yan'er want to go to school?"
"Mother, what is going to school? Is it something delicious, can I eat it?"
After hearing what he said, my parents couldn't help laughing, and burst out laughing.
"Baby, it's not for food." I laughed helplessly, "When you go to kindergarten, you can meet many children, they can play with you, and the teacher will teach you knowledge."
When Yan Er heard that going to school was not something to eat, her interest dropped a lot, which made me dumbfounded.
I am not a glutton, nor am I a pervert, so why did I give birth to a little glutton!
My mind turned quickly, and my eyes lit up: "If Yan'er behaves well in the kindergarten, the teacher will reward you with delicious food!"
"Really?"
"Of course."
I promised the ticket, and now, Yan'er finally said happily: "Then I'm going!"
Thinking of the scene I saw at the gate of the kindergarten before, the children who went to school on the first day hugged their parents' legs at the gate of the school, crying and making a lot of noise because they didn't want to be separated.
I think Yan'er will definitely not behave like this.
"Dad, I think it's better to let Yan'er go to kindergarten when she is old enough." I helped the little guy tidy up the broken hair on his forehead, and said with a smile, "After all, this time is very precious, and I might not be able to learn well in the morning."
"That's right, then do as you think."
Dad didn't say anything more, and everything was left to me to decide.
…
Time flies, and today is the day when Yan'er goes to kindergarten.
He has grown up a bit, and he can vaguely see the shadow of a pervert on his appearance, handsome and beautiful like a doll.
In those round eyes, there was still some expression that did not belong to a child, and I knew at a glance that I had inherited his father's temperament.
In addition, his body is an order to suppress ghosts. Along with his growth, his spiritual consciousness has gradually matured and awakened.
"Yan'er must not make trouble in class, don't bully classmates, you know?"
In the past two years, the teahouse has officially opened. When I was dealing with some tasks, I have been running around. When I have time, I will take the little one to see the world.
His learning ability is astonishingly unbelievable, he has an unforgettable memory when reading books, and he can quickly digest and apply some knowledge. For people in contemporary society, he is a child prodigy.
He is more mature than his peers, and he can easily see through people's hearts. He is simply a bug-like existence.
So I am very worried that his maturity beyond his age will hinder him from making friends and worry that he will bully others.
After all, a pervert has such a temperament, and he follows his father, so how could I not worry about it.
"Mother, Yan'er has remembered, she won't mess around."
The little guy was wearing a white shirt, black shorts, small leather shoes, and was carrying a brown leather square schoolbag. He waved at me: "Mother, let me go in!"
I waved at him, and at this moment, a scene flashed before my eyes.
"Xiaohua, do you know, when you went to kindergarten, the cry was earth-shattering, but you refused to go in at the door of the classroom, and the cry while hugging my leg was terrible."
Once upon a certain day, my mother was sitting at the table, recalling the scene of my first day in school, with a doting and helpless smile on her lips.
"At that time, I had a headache. In the end, Teacher Xiao Xu from the kindergarten gave you sweets and hugged and comforted you for a long time before you let go."
The scene in front of me gradually blurred, as if it was covered with a layer of paper.
Once, my mother watched me go to school at the gate of the kindergarten.
At this time, I stood at the gate of the kindergarten and watched Yan'er go to school.
Perhaps only at this time, I can truly empathize, feel that life is like a boat, and time flies.
An inexplicable feeling came to my heart. I didn't want others to see me crying. I was afraid of losing face and let other parents see the joke. I quickly wiped the corners of my eyes, turned and left the kindergarten.
I think, my life has begun, and Yan Er's life has also begun.