The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Nalan Chunbo pulled Wenshan into the car with a black face all the way, and then tucked in the people before crossing the car and opening the door.

Wen Shan: "..."

Gao Leng turned around?

It seems that the force value is not enough, after all, Nalan Chunbo looked very angry at this time.

Selling cute?

Isn't this too shameless?

Wen Shan pursed her lips and looked outside. This situation gave her a feeling of frequent urination.

The car arrived at the family's home all the way, and Wenshan was still wondering why Nalan Chunbo knew that she had been pulled by Nalan Chunbo who got off when she lived in the family home, and then went directly to the third floor.

"Open the door."

"Ah?" Wen Shan still didn't react. What's wrong with him?

"Isn't it possible to open the door?" Nalan Chunbo was obviously angry, but he was obviously suppressing, probably because he was afraid of getting angry at Wenshan again, so he simply found the key from Wenshan's pocket and opened the door to push As Wenshan went in, she didn't even have time to look at her house, and she pressed the man directly onto the sofa. "Wait for a while, I will be back soon."

Wen Shan was sitting on the sofa, watching Nalan Chunbo leave with a ring of face, really didn't understand what he meant?

Nalan Chunbo went out fast and came back quickly. When he came back, he carried a bag in his hand. After entering the door, he first saw the air conditioner remote control set aside. Shan's side, "Where did it hit?"

Wen Shan: "..."

So, he just went out to buy medicine?

In fact, she just bumped it.

"I, I'm fine." Wen Shan got up quickly, avoiding Nalan Chunbo's approach. He was too kind to herself, and she was afraid she would fall again.

Nalan Chunbo's hand stopped in mid-air, watching Wen Shan who had walked two meters away, and finally put his hand back slowly.

"Do you like Ding Junhui?" Nalan Chunbo was still sitting there, but at this moment he just slightly lowered his eyes, concealing the loss in his eyes.

Wen Shan turned his back to him, but kept warning herself not to look back. She was holding her chest uncomfortable. She wanted to say that she didn't like anyone, and she had no ability to like others.

But she dare not.

She Wen Shantian was not afraid, but was scared by him.

So Wen Shan didn't speak, but lowered her head.

The room was quiet and scary, even with suffocating depression.

Wen Shan's silence was the default in Nalan Chunbo's eyes. He smiled bitterly, pressed the sofa arm to get up slowly, put the ointment in his hand on the table, and then stepped away from Wen Shan's back.

Wen Shan kept her head down, holding her hand tightly.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being closed that Wen Shan turned around and threw herself on the sofa, hitting her head with one hand, what was she doing?

Wen Shan thought, reaching for the ointment on the table and holding it on his chest. "Why can't you treat me earlier?"

Wen Shan said, slapping the ointment in her hand, "Late, late, you fool, everything is late!"

Nalan Chunbo went downstairs and just met Ding Junhui who came back.

Ding Junhui didn't seem to be surprised at all when he met Nalan Chunbo. Instead, he took the lead in saying hello: "President Nalan, I've been admired for a long time."

Nalan Chunbo nodded slightly and looked at Ding Junhui's expression a little.

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