The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Ding Ning could hear Yu Jiangqing's words, which made her feel unreasonable.

Yu Jiangqing has no doubts, and he is naturally open-minded.

But Ding Ning could not tolerate a woman caring about her husband with such carelessness.

"What did I say?" Ding Ning looked up at Yu Jiangqing lightly.

Yujiang Qing paused and almost forgot that he was still wearing a guilt.

"I just want to tell you something, it means nothing." Yu Jiangqing instantly admitted, bowed his head and continued to eat.

"Ding Dong--"

The phone rang again.

Yu Jiangqing turned the phone around and changed his face a bit when he saw the above message.

[Jade Brigade, there are fifteen minutes to go, and several heads are here. Where have you been? 】

Yu Jiangqing once again buckled the mobile phone on the desktop, and the meal was a little absent-minded.

Ding Ning sneered, put down the tableware and reached for his son in the cradle, hugged him to the bedroom to feed him milk.

Yu Jiangqing dropped the chopsticks in his hand, looked down at the mobile phone, glanced at the bedroom door that was closed, and finally got up and took the military cap that was set aside.

Ding Ning didn't speak. Yu Jiangqing pushed the door into the bedroom. At this moment, Ding Ning was holding his little monkey to breastfeeding.

"I'll tell her to let her pay attention in the future." Yu Jiangqing said, reaching out to touch his son's little hand, and the little monkey immediately took one of Yu Jiangqing's fingers with his little finger and turned his eyes round and round.

Ding Ning patted the little monkey's back gently. She was a woman, so she knew the woman, Mu Ziming knew she was back, and she also sent a text message to remind Yu Jiangqing of these trivial things.

This may be a hidden king.

Yu Jiangqing bowed his head and dropped a kiss on Ding Ning's forehead. "I'm gone."

Yu Jiangqing reached out and rubbed his son's tender face, and slapped Ding Ning on the back of his hand before leaving in a good mood.

The wife and children are all around, and there is nothing unhappy. As for the wife, take your time, and the mentality plan should be implemented slowly.

When Yu Jiangqing returned to the army, he first went to the training ground with several regiment heads, as well as the usual training. As a result, Yu Jiangqing's face was very heavy, and no one of the heads dare to speak.

Mu Zi followed Yu Jiangqing and kept making records for him.

"What record? Do you usually train like this?" Yu Jiangqing said in a deep voice, and almost all his echoes could be heard in the Noda's playground.

"We are not a special war," one of the older commanders suddenly said.

He didn't have a loud voice, but it was clearly heard by Yu Jiangqing.

"Say it again." Yu Jiangqing straightened his body, because even the sound of the sentence became cold.

"Report, our side is just an ordinary reserve force, not a special battle. We know that the head of the army came from the special battle, but the training here is like this." The man said with a neck in his mouth.

"Ordinary Reserve Force?" Yu Jiangqing repeated this sentence with a sneer. "This is what you have defined for yourself? In the army for decades, if you can mix up, you can mix up, if you can't mix up, you will get the retirement money directly Is this the way to go? "

Bo Liang ’s voice rang in the playground, and no one dared to answer. Yu Jiangqing grabbed the notebook in Muzi ’s hand and threw it directly on the man. “If you want to train according to the training specifications of the special war, you are still far away , Let me hear this again, and I can ask you to change jobs in advance. "

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