The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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[Rakuten, no matter how many numbers you blackmail me, I still want to tell you, I really know that I am wrong, will you give me another chance? 】

Ding Junqi pinches the waist with one hand, how many numbers are blacked?

So, how many calls did this man make and how many messages were sent to Rakuten?

Thinking of this, Ding Junqi had no way to calm herself down. Not only did she not calm herself down, but she was angry that she wanted to go to the bathroom to grab the woman out and ask her what was going on?

Thinking of Ding Junqi, he took the phone directly into the bathroom, then pushed Ding Yuejie out and closed the bathroom door.

Ding Yuejie: ​​"..."

What just happened?

Why did he feel that he had just stood by his mother, why did he come out after a turn?

Rakuten was also confused by this scene. What is this man doing? Is it a wind?

Ding Junqi held the phone in his hand and looked at Lotte, "What's going on?"

"Look at my mobile phone?" Because of his movements, Lotte was instantly enraged by anger and raised his hand to **** his mobile phone, but Ding Junqi directly held her wrist.

"Ding Junqi, you are infringing on the privacy of others, you are breaking the law." Lotte dragged his wrist outward, but there was no difference between men and women. She was never Ding Junqi's opponent.

Ding Junqi took a step forward and directly pressed Rakuten against the mirror, and Rakuten's waist was bent backwards, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"How many times has he contacted you?" Ding Junqi was jealously mad, and he had no way to stop himself from feeling mad.

Lotte was uncomfortable, but he couldn't get rid of the man on his body. All these things that could not be done turned into anger, and he could only stare at Ding Junqi, "What does it have to do with you?"

Between him and her, it was just because there was a son.

"Lotte--" Ding Junqi growled, wishing to break her waist like this, "You are the mother of my child, I don't want my child to see a watery poplar--"

"Slap--" Ding Junqi's words were not finished yet, and Lotte's struggled wrist hit his face directly, and the slap exhausted her strength.

Ding Junqi's face turned to the side, there was some hair on her face, and the temperature of her palm.

"Shameless," Lotte said, gritting his teeth and pushing the person away, leaving the bathroom.

But Ding Junqi responded very quickly and stretched her hand to hold her wrist, preventing her from leaving, but instead pressed the person against the wall of the colored glass.

"Let me go." Lotte struggled.

"Why don't you always listen to me?" Ding Junqi pressed her tightly, and the roaring sound wave fell on her face by herself.

Rakuten looked up and looked directly at his slightly red eyes, a sneer smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know whether it was because of his mistrust or something else.

[The misty bathroom, the woman stood by the bathtub carefully and put water on her stomach. The man pushed the door in and pulled the person aside. The tone was bad: "Do n’t say this, do n’t do it, just fall Can you afford my son? "

In the harsh tone, it is obvious to regret.

"I just put a water, what are you nervous about?" The woman covered her belly and looked at the man who put the water.

The man turned back, pressed the woman directly against the wall, and reached out to touch his real face, "Why don't you always listen to me?"]

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