The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Could it be that Mo Tian received a message from Mo Tian while putting on makeup in the lounge, a video where the child was calling his mother, and there was Rakuten kneeling on the ground.

Could it be that she got up suddenly and messed up the hairstyle that the hair stylist was doing for her.

"Miss Mo." the hair stylist hurriedly cried.

Could he breathe tightly, even with hatred in his eyes.

[Mygirl, the child is really cute. 】

"Asshole." Mo Fu scolded angrily, and then walked out, just in the doorway, could he hit Ye Cong.

Ye Cong seemed to know that Mo Fei would run out, so he was already waiting at the door at this moment. When Mo Fei was going out, he directly pulled her wrist and dragged in.

"Let me go." Could it be roared.

"Calm down, you go to Motian now, everything is lost, what we have to do now is to bring him to the control of us."

"He caught my nephew." Could it be called out loud, and now let her calm down, she couldn't do it.

Ye Cong pressed Murphy to sit on the sofa and turned back to let the makeup person go out first.

"I know what you are thinking, Could it be that you have waited so many years for what?" Ye Cong rarely talked to Catherine without satire.

Because now his eyes are crimson, he is already on the verge of madness, and he does not need to be ironic.

Could it be that she didn't recognize Ding's family, just like she must be with Qian Yikun now, she didn't want to involve her loved ones.

But sometimes, there are things that cannot be avoided.

As long as she still has feelings, she still has weaknesses.

Could it be because of her tightness and the magnitude of the jitter was too large, she turned around and hit the vanity mirror with a punch, the mirror split instantly, with her cry falling to the ground.

The back of the white hand was covered with blood, and the blood dropped drop by drop.

Ye Cong straightened up and looked at the broken pieces on the table, and the hands that were still bleeding. He knew that it was still calm now.

Although the way is a bit violent.

But it's like this kind of violence.

This is the solution.

When the room calmed down, the whole room became quiet. Could he reach for the paper towel with glass **** on the table and shake his own bag.

"I'm okay." Murphy wrapped his hands, his eyes still burst out with cruelty.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Must, I suddenly felt that I--"

"Don't fall in love with your sister, you're not a sister's dish." Murphy sneered, and after the tissue was soaked with blood, he changed it again, scolded a dirty word, and directly pressed his wound.

Ye Cong: "..."

How can this man with a swear word, Qian Yikun, bear it?

Ye Cong let people in to help Mu Fei bandage his hands, and let the makeup artist re-make up.

Not far from the dressing room, Yu Jiangqing leaned against the wall and looked at the people over there. He yelled, "This punch is hard enough. The blood is bleeding, and it hurts to watch it."

Qian Yikun: "..."

Qian Yikun's clenched hands let go, leaving a line of clear marks in his palm.

Yu Jiangqing straightened his body and pointed his chin to the side. "Come on, this time it's a big tiger. You'll be fine if you're promoted to a higher rank."

"No." Qian Yikun slightly lowered his eyes. He only hoped that it was good. As for other things, he didn't need it.

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