The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Wenshan was still shocked when she got the visa. This was probably the fastest time she got a visa.

So until reaching the plane, Wen Shan's mind remained blank.

"Where are we going?" Wen Shan looked empty, and the whole person was completely absent.

Nalan Chunbo held her hand tightly. It was a little cold on the plane. He helped Wen Shan cover the blanket with the other hand.

Actually, he didn't know how to take care of Wen Shan, but he knew how to take care of Sisi, so now he took the way of treating Sisi directly.

Anyway, she likes to call herself Naran's father and take care of herself as a little girl. There must be nothing wrong with it.

"I'll know when I get there," Nalan Chunbo said, putting her head on her shoulders. "I was scared all afternoon, so go to bed."

Nalan Chunbo did n’t say okay, Nalan Chunbo said, Wen Shan was really a little bit sleepy at the moment, and she was really mentioned today since she saw that little ghost head nerve Looking at Nalan Chunbo's soft eyes and listening to his concerns, Wen Shan's eyelids began to fight, and she might really need to sleep.

Nalan Chunbo watched Wen Shan fall asleep, his indelible tenderness was indelible.

The place he took her to was nowhere else, but the mother's grave.

The last time he left suddenly was because of his mother ’s business, so it was no more meaningful than telling her in front of her mother ’s grave.

When Wen Shan just woke up when the plane landed in the United States, she couldn't imagine she slept for so long?

Nalan Chunbo took her hand off the plane, and then took a taxi and went straight to the cemetery.

Nalan Chunbo's face was a little serious, so Wen Shan didn't dare to talk all the way, just quietly followed Nalan Chunbo.

Can't he sell himself?

Ye Di ’s cemetery is on the outskirts of Los Angeles. It takes about 2 hours from the airport.

This was not the first time Nalan Chunbo went to see his mother, but it was the most tense time for him, because this time she was beside her.

Wen Shan looked at Nalan Chunbo from time to time, with a little caution. It was noon in the United States at this time. Because of the jet lag, her head was still ignorant at this time, so she could only rely on him.

"Why keep looking at me?" Nalan Chunbo grabbed her peeking eyes again and turned to look at her, asking with a smile.

Wen Shan's forehead rested directly on his arm, avoiding his gaze, and muttered, "Who, who looked at you?"

Nalan Chunbo laughed in a low voice, patting her shoulder soothingly, then dropped a kiss on the top of her hair, "Take you to see someone, and then you can take a good rest."

Originally he could take her to the hotel to rest, and then talk about seeing his mother, but now, he desperately wants her to see her mother, and also wants her to see her.

Wen Shan nodded, but she was too late to rebut anyway.

When the car arrived at the cemetery, Wen Shan was shocked after getting off the car, "Daddy Naran, here--"

"Let's go." Nalan Chunbo said, holding her hand in the past and taking her up the steps.

Wen Shan pursed her lips slightly, and walked up behind Nalan Chunbo, so was he bringing himself to meet someone who was important to him?

At that time, he almost said that he liked the person he was concerned with.

Wen Shan followed, and the corners of her lips unconsciously hooked up. He identified himself, so he came here with himself?

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