The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Sprout: "..."

What is this for?

Someone looked around. Although both of them were wearing sunglasses, the temperament of Ye Cong could not be ignored.

But even with sunglasses, Ye Cong can think of the expressions in Xinya's eyes.

"Elm pimple." Ye Cong said, hating the iron and steel, and then let go and turned away.

The sprout is unknown. So why is this good-looking person cursing again?

Xinya hurriedly followed, and she found out that Mr. Ye, their family, really did not carry luggage anywhere.

Xinya can't drive, and naturally called the driver. Ye Cong's face didn't have any expression after he got in the car.

Xinya followed the bus and hurriedly handed a bottle of water over the dogleg, "Boss."

Ye Cong glanced down and grabbed his hand. "When is the train?"

"At half past two in the afternoon," Sprout said hurriedly. Obviously again, I can't take you home, let me go quickly.

Ye Cong yelled and asked the driver to go to the train station first.

The Xinya family lives in a mountainous area, and there is no direct train. When you get off at the county seat, you have to change the car and then walk for a few hours.

Therefore, the train ticket of Xinyading is the kind of green leather car, that is, it may not be available even at a station after getting on the train.

There are many people who go home for the New Year during the year, and some people who ca n’t buy tickets can only buy station tickets, so the phenomenon can be imagined.

There is no direct bus from City B to Xinya's hometown, and it has to be changed once in the middle.

It stands to reason that Xinya's current status can drive home, but she will not drive and is embarrassed to trouble others.

So when Ye Cong sent her to the train, she pulled the people out before entering.

"Can this car sit? What do you look like? You look at you, you're not squeezed by the small body, and the smell is so big that you can't smell it Or how about it? "Ye Cong could n’t stand it just by boasting in one foot. He took the train ticket in Xinya ’s hand and looked at the time, and he became more angry.“ So you have to sit 12 more Hours, come back and put yourself in the trash, do n’t let me see you. "

Xinya couldn't open her eyes because of his scolding, but she could only go home like this.

"Hey ~ What are you doing? The train is about to leave in a while, and I'm not so squeamish. This is normal." Xinya dragged Ye Cong's wrist to prevent him from pulling him away. Xinya squatted on the ground and pulled Ye Cong's wrist in awkward opening, saying, "This is the third time I haven't been home for the Chinese New Year. I'm going home."

Ye Cong looked down at the girl squatting on the ground, and he could think of the wronged look under the sunglasses, "I'll book a ticket for you." Such a car, he can't agree.

To be honest, this is the first time Mr. Ye has seen people on the train reach this point, which scares Mr. Ye.

"Tickets are tens of thousands, and it will be more troublesome to get off the plane several times after getting off the plane," Xinya said quickly.

"Your grandmaster's money?" Ye Cong said. Many people around him looked over. He stooped to pick up the woman on the ground, and dragged her suitcase with her other hand.

Let her take this car?

What a joke!

Sprout left half-clamped by him, it was useless to struggle.

"Little girl, your boyfriend is distressed to you." The old aunt pushing the trolley to buy something at the train station said with a smile.

boyfriend?

A pair of big round eyes behind the Sun Bud sunglasses was really nothing but shock in this moment.

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