The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Taking the room card, Xinya followed Ye Cong back to the room.

The luxury suite is plainly the presidential suite, there is no problem sleeping in the living room.

Xinya entered the room, and the heating in it finally made people alive.

"Go to the water, I want to take a bath." Ye Cong took off his jacket and said directly.

"Oh." Sprout curled his lips slightly and turned to the bathroom to drain.

Ye Cong threw his coat on the sofa, followed Xinya to the bathroom, and watched her squat down to wipe the bathtub. The slightly raised lips and corners brought tenderness that no one else could see.

Ye Cong especially likes to bully the sprouts, and especially likes to see her dare to be angry.

"Hey, boss, I just--" Xinya thought, and suddenly looked back at Ye Cong, the smile at Ye Cong's mouth was instantly put away, as if he had never laughed.

Sprout: "..."

Did she just read it wrong?

Seems like, how can someone like her boss smile at her?

"I just want to ask, what the **** are we doing here?" Xinya said, turning back to drain the bathtub, and then continue to drain.

"Don't ask so many things when the boss does things. Those who are disobedient will be sold." Ye Cong said, turning around and going out.

Xinya turned to make a grimace to his back. Who thought Ye Cong seemed to feel like a telegram, suddenly looked back.

Xinya blinked and continued to blink, the smiley face turned from a grimace was a bit hot.

Ye Chong chuckled and turned to go out.

Xinya reached out and patted his chest. It is said that Ye Cong was going to be 30 this year, and the 30-year-old man could not be hurt.

Ye Cong took a shower, Xinya was holding the phone outside to watch his favorite author greatly update the new article. By the way, he saw the author's big Weibo. It was an internal problem to see her respond to the suspension of filming of the TV series. The filming made everyone feel at ease, and she was not a screenwriter, so she didn't know the current filming process, and the content was not very clear, so that everyone did not have to ask her in a private letter.

Xinya's Weibo is the cat sister's responsibility, because the cat sister is afraid that she will send something wrong, so she is not allowed to send her own Weibo. She has a trumpet that the cat sister does not know. There are no fans on it, which is her own small world. .

[The other kids have all gone home: I hope they will write the scripts themselves so that they do n’t let people change their minds at will. 】

Xinya supported her chin and responded to this sentence. She often used the trumpet to reply to the author, but it was basically not seen. The author has more than 400,000 fans, which is too much in the author. The dynamic also has one or two thousand replies, and basically will not notice her.

[Jiang Yang Thief (purely fictional): @Other children are home, ha ha ha ha, the sold children can't help mother. 】

Huh?

Xinya rubbed his eyes and looked at the replied sentence. It was determined that the author had greatly replied to himself. He screamed and ran to the bathroom door to pat the door vigorously. "

Sprout was still screaming, the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, and the man inside suddenly appeared in front of her.

The bare-chested man also carried drops of water on his body. This beautiful man's bathing figure made people unconsciously unable to divert their eyes.

Sprout: "..."

Goo, goo--

White skin, tight muscles, and that wicked face.

Rooting at the foot of Xinya, she swears that she really wants to turn around now, she swears.

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