The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Qian Yikun and Mo Fei looked at each other, and this video is where the car disappeared around the corner, there is nothing unexpected.

Nalan Chunbo looked down at Wenshan, and his distressed expression clearly appeared in Wenshan's eyes.

Wen Shan took a deep breath, bearing the pain that her head seemed to be torn, she shook her head slightly, "I'm okay, just that time-"

When the memory came back, it would pull her brain, but she still remembered that she did not faint.

Nalan Chunbo held Wen Shan up, "I will send her to rest first, and I will talk later."

Could he nod, watching Nalan Chunbo holding Wenshan upstairs, "Look, learn ---"

Qian Yikun was watching the video. He glanced upstairs when he heard the words, "I am not good to you? Do you still think I hold you like this?"

Could it be: "..."

Forget it, totally unnecessary feeling!

Nalan Chunbo came down after Wen Shan fell asleep. At this time, Qian Yikun and Mo Fei were still waiting, waiting for him to give an answer.

Nalan Chunbo sat down opposite them, and the video had already been pressed to pause at this moment. "The specific location of the car accident should be in a parallel space, but we don't know how that space exists.

Could it be leaning on the sofa, holding his pillow and nodding his chin, "At the Ding's door, Qian Yikun said before that there are extremely strong diamagnetic substances, and it is the main reason for the existence of space. "

"Magnetic fields produce space. This question is recognized by many people, but no one knows whether the reverse magnetic field can produce space. If this is really the case, the people behind the scenes may want the reverse magnetic field. In space, Ding Junqi has a reverse magnetic field, so he will be stared at. "Nalan Chunbo said, looking down at the time." After a while, there will be a Leo meteor shower. At that time, the magnetic field will be affected somewhat. It ’s impossible for the man to do anything at that time. "

Is it possible to look at Qian Yikun.

"That is, the person behind the scene must be found before that?" Qian Yikun counted the time, and seemed to have little time left for them.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning from the Nalan Chunbo family. This is the day when Qian Yikun leaves work early.

It seems impossible to take a good rest.

Is it possible to drive, so that Qian Yikun can take a rest in the car.

Qian Yikun did not object. He just took a break. It didn't exist. He just wanted to put this matter to an end soon.

"Ding Jiaqi and Zhao Fangyu were directly arrested, it must be these two people." Could it be said directly.

Qian Yikun leaned on the back of his chair and looked at his violent daughter-in-law. She could grab someone, but what about the evidence? Now no matter who the mouth is, he can't pry it open, and there is no excuse even to catch Dong Feng.

Therefore, Qian Yikun chose silence.

Driving home all the way, Qian Yikun went to take a bath first.

Could it be that he was sitting in the living room and looked at the man who entered the bathroom, thinking about it and picking up his mobile phone, "Check me, Dong Feng's."

"Why, you guys can't do it?" Ye Cong over there said with a sneer, "And I have already paid you back the previous relationship, do you still want me to do things for you?"

Could he put his feet on the coffee table in front of him, listening to the men over there, but not angry, "Ye Cong, do you think what you owe me is really over?"

"What do you mean?" Ye Cong frowned, not really liking him, or even hating him.

Because they are a class of people.

It just so happened that Ye Cong didn't like it either.

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