The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Wen Shan is still peeling the shrimp and eating it with the dipping sauce. I have to say that Nalan Chunbo's craftsmanship is really good. This boiled shrimp is especially delicious.

So as a versatile eater, Wen Shan didn't notice Nalan Chunbo's unkind eyes.

Nalan Chunbo felt bored after reading it, especially the little **** the opposite side didn't even look at him.

Nalan Chunbo felt bored again, how old was his young girl daughter, and he was still angry with his young girl daughter because of this.

After shaking his head helplessly, Nalan Chunbo continued to cook, "If Gu Juxi really enabled Ding Junqi to be the host, then you will have many opportunities to see him in the future."

"Then how do I ask? Brother, why does your son look so similar to me? When did I have a son with you?" Wen Shan said, staring at herself, and felt ridiculous.

Nalan Chunbo was amused by her funny look. Why do you think his baby is so cute?

"Is it ridiculous to think about it?" Wen Shan said while eating, not forgetting to feed the dog's legs to the chef. "It's impossible if you think about it."

Nalan Chunbo asked her to eat, and when she was about to say something again, Nalan Chunbo's cell phone on the table outside rang and Nalan Chunbo motioned to Wenshan to answer the phone.

Wen Shan reached out and pulled a tissue, then floated out directly, picked up the phone and saw a strange number, and then floated back to the kitchen with the phone: "No caller ID."

Nalan Chunbo is pickling chicken wings, beckoning Wen Shan to connect first.

Wen Shan blinked and accepted Dad's phone, but was still allowed.

You know that many male and female friends broke up because they moved each other's mobile phones. This is allowed, and the meaning is different.

Wen Shan secretly happily answered the phone carefully.

"Hey--"

"Mr. Naran, I am the stylist Mu Qi this time."

Wen Shan spoke with the person opposite, and was silent.

After being silent for a while, it was the person opposite who spoke first, "Well, are you with Mr. Naran?"

Wen Shan rolled his eyes and handed the phone to Nalan Chunbo: "I found you."

"Busy, ask her what's the matter." Nalan Chunbo apparently didn't have the idea of ​​answering the phone, and left it to Wenshan to handle it.

Wen Shan raised her eyebrows slightly and said directly to the phone: "Wood designer, the movie is currently not turned on, and the script has not been finalized, so there is no need for you to have any intersection with him?"

"Wen Shan, this is my job. Even if you have opinions on me, shouldn't you have a public enmity?" Mu Qi said with dissatisfaction.

"If you have to say that, I can only admit it." Wen Shan said lightly: "Is there anything else? Don't disturb us in private time, okay?"

Wen Shan said that she didn't care if the person over there was mad at her. Anyway, she would be good enough.

Nalan Chunbo watched Wen Shan hang up the phone, learning how Wen Shan just raised her eyebrows, "Your old classmate?"

Wen Shan put the phone back in her pocket and snorted and said: "This time she must be angry to take off, but you wait, she will find you later and will definitely say, Mr. Nalan, this is Wen Shan's Classmates, we had a good relationship during college, balalala— "

Nalan Chunbo looked at Wen Shan's eyes while learning and rolled his eyes. Finally, he couldn't help laughing, and after washing his hands, he touched her head. I don't even know. "

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