The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Mrs. Ding paused, embarrassed on her face, and she was somewhat helpless to put down the chopsticks in her hand. "Is your mother bothering you?"

See, that's it.

She didn't mean that, but her mother was always careful as if she was a fragile doll.

Could it be that she was buried in the quilt again with irritability, and what she feared most was this interpersonal relationship.

Mrs. Ding was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but she did not know how to comfort her.

Mrs. Ding watched Mo Fei's reaction, opened her mouth, and finally buckled up the lunch box. "Mom put you the meal on the table. You eat it when you want to eat. Mom goes to see your elder brother." Mrs. Ding With that, he left here with his face lost.

Ding Junhui just saw the mother with a lost face when she pushed in the door. He looked up at the quilt covered with quilt and reached out to hold his mother's arm.

Mrs. Ding patted her son's hand and finally left here.

Ding Junhui only entered after his mother left, and walked to the bed and sat down after closing the door.

"No, mom just doesn't know how to treat you well." Ding Junhui said, reaching for the lunch box. "If you feel this uncomfortable, you can tell her."

Could it be annoying to open the quilt, and stared directly at Ding Junhui, looking at her mother's weak and windless look, she suspected that she said, 'You don't need to be so good to me', her mother can immediately be heartbroken and faint past.

Ding Junhui picked up chopsticks and crushed the braised lion head. Then he found a small one and sent it to his lips. "I just saw Qian Yikun go out. Are you arguing? I heard from my mother that the Qian family intends to wait After you were injured, you went to our house to raise relatives. "

Could it be an angry bite, "Who is going to marry him?"

Ding Junhui chuckled and laughed, and it was not up to them to marry or not.

So Ding Junhui said that he did not intend to get a specific answer from Mo Fei.

"I want to be discharged from the hospital. I'm annoying me here." She couldn't look at the bandage on her arm, even if she was beaten by Ye Cong last time, she hadn't been so embarrassed, with a splint on her arm, even Bandages are on his ankles, and the whole person is about to become a mummy.

"I'm afraid this won't work," Ding Junhui said, and continued to feed her to eat. "And I heard from Dad that I don't want you to get married so quickly. After all, you just came back. They want to leave you around for a few years?"

"Then how old am I?" Cried out subconsciously.

Ding Junhui looked at her with a smile.

Could it be: "..."

It was just an accident, she said nothing.

"I think so too. Qian Yikun showed no mercy when he shot you, and I don't think such a brother-in-law can ask for it." Ding Junhui said with a smile, looking like a "good brother".

Could it be that she feels a little selfish.

"By the way, Ye Cong?" Could he ask as he ate.

"I don't know, I was discharged from the hospital before, I don't know where I went." Ding Junhui replied, the rice bowl in her hand was taken over by her with suspicion. Isn't she both disabled?

Could there be a sneer, the father and son ran fast.

Ding Junqi recovered the fastest, Nalan Chunbo has given him the script of the first sentence, he can figure it out in the hospital.

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