The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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It seems that many people have a clumsy mind, and Sprouts are no exception. Their best time to eat at home is once during the Chinese New Year, and even so, it is no better than Ye Cong's usual dinner.

When she was a child, her father worked outside. Her mother took three of their siblings. Sprouts belonged to the kind of poor children who had been headed for a long time, so she treasured everything.

Sister Cat has said that she has many times. When you are outside, you must let people see that they are generous and not too petty.

So Xinya is basically reluctant to go out now, why not wait for Ye Cong at home.

Ye Cong didn't say anything this time and continued to drive.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Xinya held his mobile phone with his head down. He had to talk to his mother first and let her and dad clean up the house.

The car was quiet, Ye Cong drove, and Xinya leaned on the driver's seat to take a nap.

Near the evening, Xinya took it out of her suitcase and was afraid that she would have trouble eating on the road. The cat sister bought her a self-heated box lunch.

"Do you want to eat? This is delicious." Xinya Qingqing recommended, but she contributed all her rations.

Ye Cong just glanced at it. At this time, it was still on the high speed. It was a problem to find a place to eat. The map showed that there was a rest area 100 kilometers away, but you could eat there.

So Ye Cong very coldly rejected her recommendation.

Sprout's enthusiasm kicked the hard board again, and opened his mouth after eating, "I will eat if I don't eat or pull."

Ye Cong snorted, and the car was set to autopilot. He could relax a little, and the wound on his shoulder hurt, but he refused to say that he was waiting for Sprout to find out for himself.

Although he is not very hopeful for this elm pimple.

Ye Cong, who was watching the car driving while eating, also asked from time to time: "Are you really not eating?"

Unfortunately, Ye Cong ignored her.

Xinya thought about it, Ye Cong was driving all the way, or sent her home, people did n’t eat, and it ’s not good to eat.

and so……

Xinya dug a big piece of rice with a rice spoon and sent it directly to Ye Cong's lips: "You taste it, it's really delicious."

"Hey ..." Ye Cong hadn't had time to hide, and the rice had poked his lips.

And that inferior rice spoon was just biting in her mouth.

Ye Cong paused and ate the spoonful of rice slightly.

The sprouts did not feel at all, and continued to eat after taking the spoon, "I'm not wrong, delicious."

Ye Cong's eyes fell on the rice spoon she put in the mouth, and his instinctive emotions deepened his eyes a bit.

Compared to this meal, he wanted something else, but something else.

But Ye Cong glanced down at some place under her clothes. Forget it, she was still small, just two days.

In the rest area, Ye Cong got out of the car and went to the bathroom. Xinya hurriedly followed, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly hit Ye Cong's back.

Ye Cong stretched out to hold someone, and then pointed his finger at the male toilet sign above.

Sprout: "..."

Xinya immediately turned back and walked to the opposite female toilet, shameful, shameful, and shameful again.

"Brother, my girlfriend is so cute." The man from the bathroom teased.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, silly and cute.

Xinya nearly got killed when she entered the bathroom. It must be because Ye Cong didn't let her use her brain, so she followed him inertially.

It couldn't be more embarrassing.

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