The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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However, the assistant was also a little worried, so she never told her family and waited for three months to stabilize before telling her that she was a twin.

"No, you think too much." Assistant Wen raised his hand across the desk and touched Xiao Yaojing's stomach, and then withdrew his hand and continued to read the document. Really one. "

Xiao Yaojing made a cut, Assistant Wen shook the file in his hand, "As for the little thing that has the same birthmark as Shan Shan, the answer is here, my mother has a younger sister, and she broke up at a very young age, I asked After my mother, my aunt had the same birthmark as Shanshan, so I now suspect that Ding Junqi ’s mother is actually my aunt. "

Xiao Yaojing, who wasn't very interested, gave a sound, but still felt that she was right.

"How old was Wen Shan born?" Xiao Yaojing asked suddenly.

Assistant Wen frowned, looking up at his persistent wife, "The doctor said it seemed to be 6, 7 kg, quite big."

"Doctor said?" Xiao Yaojing cut back and went back to the sofa to continue to eat fruit. It is said that when she is pregnant, she will eat fruit. The child will be fat and fat. She will have two very beautiful little dolls. More beautiful than Ye Yuwei's two.

Assistant Wen looked at Xiao Yaojing and looked down at the documents in his hand.

Xiao Yaojing lay on the sofa and continued to eat and eat. Anyway, her current work assistant helped her do it. Her main purpose was to eat and eat.

The woman ’s sixth sense tells her that the child born in the provincial hospital is definitely having problems, but who is Rakuten?

"I'm going to Ding Group in the afternoon. Do you want to go with me?" Assistant Wen asked.

Xiao Yaojing shook his head decisively, not really wanting to go. She now wants to sleep every day except eating.

The assistant knows that because the doctor said that during this time the pregnant woman will be more tired, and she will follow her if she wants to eat or sleep, so the assistant will naturally not force Xiao Yaojing to follow him.

"Today Nalan Chunbo went to your house to raise relatives, don't you go home and see?" Xiao Yaojing asked curiously.

Assistant: "..."

He did n’t seem to want to go back to the fact that his mother had rejected him for one night last night, because once he went back, he would definitely be compared.

The result of this comparison is a bit heartwarming.

"Don't go back!" Assistant Wen gritted his teeth.

Xiao Yaojing giggled out. She was next to her when her mother-in-law called yesterday. She heard it clearly. She was inexplicably distressed by her husband. Is her husband also very good?

"Hey, you really don't plan to go to the hospital to check?" Xiao Yaojing finished, and the assistant looked up at her, Xiao Yaojing slightly lip, no longer said.

At this time, the Wen family, a family meeting was considered a happy ending, and Wen ’s father honestly liked Gu Tianmu ’s appetite. Wen Jie, who was worried that Gu Tianmu ’s face would be ugly, did n’t expect him to talk to Dad Wen so speculatively.

Gu Tianmu seems to be very interested in the things in the country, and Father Wen is most familiar with these things, so these things don't have the initial embarrassment, but they can be regarded as ridiculous.

Parents are very happy to talk, basically nothing about them.

Nalan Chunbo, Wen Jie, and Wen's mother greeted Wen Shan and went out.

Wen Jie watched them go out, and Mother Wen still praised how good and good the child was.

"Actually, we don't want my daughter to find this kind of fatherless and motherless." Dad Wen suddenly said, making the whole living room quiet.

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