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"Eat, Yaozong, eat until you're full!"

Yan Yaozong only felt a lump of sticky stuff stuffed into his mouth, which made him almost choke.

Shaking his dizzy head vigorously, Yan Yaozong slowly opened his eyes.

Looking closely, he saw a steamed bun that was swollen from the rain.

Yan Yaozong looked stunned, looking at the petite figure huddled in his arms along his right hand holding the swollen and soaked buns.

Yan Yaozong's eyes widened with disbelief.

I, am I reborn?

Looking at the face with muddy water and hair, Yan Yaozong's breathing quickened.

The silly woman huddled in Yan Yaozong's arms, with a naive smile on her face, and the two small pear dimples on her cheeks were particularly obvious, "Eat, Yaozong is hungry, eat steamed buns! If you eat steamed buns, don't beat your wife."

Yan Yaozong raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

It hurts, it really hurts!

Not a dream.

I was truly reborn.

Suddenly, Yan Yaozong's expression suddenly changed, he grabbed the rain-soaked steamed bun in the silly woman's hand, stood up suddenly, and threw it out the window.

At this moment, the closed door was kicked open.

Liu Cuihua and Yan Yaozu were seen rushing into the house menacingly, wearing raincoats and rain hats.

Liu Cuihua glared at the silly woman hugging Yan Yaozong's thigh, and then glanced around the room. The musty smell in the air made her frown.

Yan Yaozu, who was standing next to Liu Cuihua, looked irritated. He looked at Yan Yaozong and asked, "Did you two go to the kitchen to steal steamed buns?"

"No!" Yan Yaozong said coldly.

"No?"

Liu Cuihua's mood suddenly became excited. She pointed at Yan Yaozong's nose and cursed, "You immature white-eyed wolf, do you really think that I am blind? There are still the footprints of this stupid woman in the kitchen. Also, the courtyard door is locked. Who else can be there besides you?"

"Yan Yaozong, I tell you to take out the steamed buns quickly. You want

Listening to Liu Cuihua's curses, Yan Yaozong doubted whether he was her biological child.

Even if it's biased, it's not that biased.

Memories of past lives flashed through my mind.

July 1988.

It rained heavily in Yunhai City for more than two months.

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