The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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When Sprout came out, it took a while to find Ye Cong in the dining area of ​​the rest area.

After all, a man like Ye Cong is still easy to find at first glance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is standing tall.

Xinya sat down opposite him in the past, looked at the food on the table, and reached out to rub his stomach: "Boss."

Ye Cong lifted his eyelids and continued to eat. "Did you eat it?"

Sprout's chin was placed on the table, "Then you didn't say you want to eat here?"

"Common sense to say?" Ye Cong continued to eat.

Sprout: "..."

Feeling heartbroken again.

But she still wants to eat.

The sprout reached out slowly, wanting to take the flower buns above, and also pay attention not to be seen by Ye Cong.

It was just that Ye Cong directly hit the back of his hand with chopsticks when the new shoots approached.

Xinya shouted suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at the man who continued to eat across the street. As expected, it was still excessive.

Ye Cong continued to eat and looked at the time. If he rests today, it may not be until tomorrow evening. According to Xinya, it will take a few hours to get out of the car, then it is best not to rest this evening.

However, the injury behind him must be dealt with first, otherwise he may not necessarily be able to drive the car to his destination.

After dinner, Ye Cong packed two drawers of xiaolongbao and millet porridge.

"Do you not hold it?" Ye Cong paid for it, looking at the new shoots that had not moved.

"It's necessary." The sprout put the lunch box in his arms before it responded. It's more important to eat.

After the two got into the car, Xinya was thrown a tube of medicine by Ye Cong, and Xinya took it in a hurry, looking at Ye Cong with a look of embarrassment, as if to ask him what it meant.

Ye Cong turned on the lights on the roof and reached out to unbutton the clothes.

Sprout: "..."

"You, you, what are you doing?" Xinya said, throwing the ointment in her face with shock.

Ye Cong took off his clothes for a moment, looking at the girl with a terrified face and covering her face with both hands, and then looked down at the ointment thrown on the ground.

"What do you want?" Ye Cong continued to take off his clothes, his shoulder was injured, and the action of taking off his clothes was a bit dull. "Pick me up."

"I don't, I, I, I won't promise you, you still need to use that kind of thing." Xinya said with a stammered mouth covering her face.

Won't promise him?

Hey, this unconscionable girl, refused to help him with medicine?

But wait—

What kind of thing?

Ye Cong looked down at the ointment on the ground again, and then looked at the sprouts whose shy necks were red now.

Ye Cong stooped to pick up the ointment, turned around in his palm and walked around twice, slightly approaching the sprout: "Why don't you promise me not to get out of the car, why don't you just cover your face and refuse to welcome?"

"Not really." Xinya shame's cheeks exploded and suddenly reached out to push Ye Cong.

"His--" Ye Cong took a cold breath and leaned back on the back of the chair because he was pressed to the wound.

Sprout: "..."

Ye Cong watched the expression on Xinya's face change from shyness to shock, and threw away the ointment in his hand, "Give me medicine."

Xinya quickly reached out to catch it, and his eyes fell on his murky shoulder for a moment, "How can it be done?"

"Who taught you these messy things?" Ye Cong answered non-existently, even knowing Runx ointment, it seems that he should go back and look up carefully, and who taught his family Xiaobai badly.

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