The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 242 Exposed
At this moment, he wanted to believe for a moment that her words were all lies.However, he also knew that she never lied, and there was no need to lie to him now.He was almost certain that he must also be involved in her previous life, and he had a lot of roles in it.

The subsequent subjective emotions that should be shocked have passed in a flash. Years of behavioral habits have preceded his reason and determined that his first reaction when encountering problems is to think about how to solve them.

For example, now, his problem is how to get out all the things about "this life" that she has never said before she didn't realize it, and then find a side that is beneficial to him.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stood in front of the door to tidy up, and Koizumi Aoba had already opened the door and entered by himself.

The lobby on the first floor, with contrasting black and white tones, is simple and elegant.Although there are not too many patterns and decorations, it will not make people feel monotonous. On the contrary, the pure black and white will give people an extremely unique feeling.

"The bar, the dining room, the living room, the study room, the gym..." Koizumi Aoba nodded with his index finger, going through them one by one.

The location is all right.

The hope that Tezuka Kunimitsu may have misunderstood remained in his heart was immediately shattered.

At the stairs, Koizumi Aoba walked up without hesitation.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was supposed to be the master to guide the way, followed gently up the stairs like a guest at this moment, and the hand hanging by his side had already formed a fist.

On the second floor, turn left to the first room.

"This is our bedroom." Koizumi Aoba opened the door with a firm tone without any hesitation.

Tezuka Kunimitsu's heart sank again.The more certain she was, the more uneasy he became.Because for now, it was just his bedroom for her, with his own next door.His plan is to use this room as a wedding room after the two of them are officially married.However, she had already drawn a conclusion before he explained it, and it was a conclusion that he hadn't had time to express yet...

The door opens, and the tone of beige is warm and peaceful.

Koizumi Aoba frowned, and rushed directly to the big bed in the center, maintaining the narrative in Chinese, "That's great, Kunimitsu's style has not changed in this life."

Tezuka Kunimitsu sat down at the end of the bed, kept his eyes on the back of her head, but pretended to be indifferent, and asked in Chinese, "Then what was my style in the last life?"

Koizumi Aoba buried her head in the pillow, but raised her hand high, and then said while breaking her fingers, "Is it the same in the last life? It's the same! It's old-fashioned, serious, and very rigid. As for the supplies, it must be Choose the simplest and most practical; for living, it must be the most simple and tidy..." At this point, she suddenly giggled as if thinking of something.

Although her expression couldn't be seen, her voice revealed an inexplicable and weird meaning... If his memory is correct, then he remembers that this voice should be named "obscene".

Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned slightly, "What are you laughing at?"

Koizumi Aoba suddenly withdrew his hand, and turned to cover his face, as if he also felt that his next words were shameless, "You even choose pure black underwear. Once, I helped you choose a set of black and blue I ordered it and sent it to the bathroom for you. You didn't say no, you just took out the bathrobe after taking a shower, and then found a pure black one to change into... You don't know, when you change, you are from the beginning to the end I saw them secretly from outside the door...and then I was secretly laughed at by my mother for a long time..."

panties?Empty bathrobe?Peeking outside the door?When several key words are connected, it becomes a word, large scale.And such an ambiguous and large scale with a private nature, even if he felt embarrassed, it was offset by the important information that came with it.

Who is he to her to allow her to do such an intimate act of sending panties to the bathroom?
And she, who is his, can speak such private words in front of him without any scruples?
Finally, according to her, what was the relationship between him and her in his last life?
Tezuka Kunimitsu subconsciously tightened his nerves, tried his best to control himself, and then asked in a calm tone, "Why is mother laughing at you?" Don't ask him why he thinks the "mother" in her mouth is his mother, he just thinks it should be that way .

Koizumi Aoba turned around, probably feeling that the statute of limitations period for embarrassment has passed, "Laughing, I only dare to put on the airs of an 'emperor's wife' in front of outsiders, but in front of you, I have always acted like a timid maid."

She closed her eyes and rubbed herself on the pillow, unconsciously pretending to be complaining, "But, what can I do, you only come back three or two times a year, of course I have to be careful. Besides, it's not just Doesn't my mother provide you with good food and drink? Huh, she laughs at me every time, she is not the same!"

Such a tone, such an accent, if it wasn't his "wife", who would dare to speak in front of him like this?
Tezuka Kunimitsu sat at the end of the bed and was completely stunned by this sudden new deduction. What she meant was——

She, is he, his wife from the previous life?

And, possibly a wife from China?
"Ahem... um..." Tezuka Kunimitsu coughed suddenly, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't accept this inference in an instant.

However, he could easily find dozens of arguments for the inference without asking her; but he couldn't find any of the untenable arguments even after racking his brains.

Under the counter-evidence, he seems to have no reason not to believe it.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stared blankly at the woman on the bed, no matter how hard it is to calm down...

A long sleep.

When Koizumi Aoba woke up, it was already evening, 37:[-] pm to be precise.

Because the exact time is clearly projected on the ceiling.

Koizumi Aoba smiled confusedly, without looking at the direction, she reached out and took down the projection clock from the side of the bedside table.

A regular square electronic clock with a white case and black digital display.

In line with his consistent pursuit of simplicity and practicality.

It is also something from his previous life.

(End of this chapter)