Marriage has a pit: Daddy, get divorce quickly!

"But"

"As a matter of fact, it's not so dangerous to put a handrail on one side of the road when going up the mountain. I've asked people to inspect it in the past six months, so it can be implemented completely."

Xinya continues to lean against the door and can't keep up with Ye Cong's idea. Anyway, she can't keep up.

"It's just that Ding Junqi is good at film and television. I plan to develop tourism. Once that place is developed, villagers in the mountains can do B & B. when the economy comes up, do you think fruit shops and other by-products can still go up?"

New shoots

The head is a little big.

Ye Zong's ability to make money makes her not worry about having no money to support her children in the future.

"I just said before that I want you to do publicity for your hometown. Your reputation has just risen. It's the best to speak for your hometown. Of course, this is what Ding Junqi means." Ye Cong did not take credit.

The last thing Xinya understood, "so when I finish shooting this play, we can go back to my hometown, can't we?"

The excitement is very obvious. It's obvious that the people inside really listen.

Ye Cong laughs while taking a bath. He knows that she will be happy about it.

"How about our wedding in your hometown?" Ye Cong suggests.

Wedding?

Xinya has been married for more than half a year. She has never thought about the wedding.

So Xinya is silent and doesn't know how to answer this sentence.

Ye Cong came out with a bath towel after taking a bath. After opening the door, he stood at the door and looked at the sprouts outside. "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, No." Xinya opens her mouth in a hurry, as if afraid that ye Cong suddenly decides, "let's go back to my home." Xinya thought, and shook his head: "no, no, it's too hot for you to go back with me now."

Winter is too cold, summer is too hot, alas, she is also very difficult.

Ye Cong chuckles and kisses Xinya in his arms. "Wait for me, change clothes and take you to a place."

New shoots

Ye Cong changed clothes quickly, a black trousers and a black shirt, a very simple dress.

Ye Cong drives out by himself. Xinya sits on the co pilot and talks to Ye Cong about the recent events. Ye Cong inserts a word from time to time, but no one mentions what happened to Zhao Ya today.

When the car arrived in the suburbs, ye Cong found a place to park and got off with Xinya.

Curious, Xinya reaches for ye Cong's hand and follows him up the mountain.

"Where is this?"

"I'll take you to meet my mother." I always want to bring new shoots, but they are always busy, until he is really out of there now, he can finally bring new shoots to see mother Ye.

mom?

Her mother-in-law?

"But didn't you say --" his mother is not Chinese and is not in China?

Ye Cong takes Xinya to a tombstone that he and ye Yuwei built for his mother a few years ago.

Xinya looks down. The person in the photo looks very young, about 20 years old.

The inscription on the tombstone is very clear:

Son: ye Cong, female: ye Yuwei.

stand.

So, this is their foster mother?

Ye Cong put the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, "Mom, I brought her to see you."

New bud's hand was clenched a few minutes, she bowed respectfully, "Mom, I'm new bud."

Ye Cong let go of Xinya's hand, slowly sat down in front of the tombstone, and then waved to let Xinya sit down beside him.