The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Xinya focused on the wound on his shoulder, and did not hear Ye Cong say, "We, let's go to the hospital."

"I can't die." Ye Cong turned his back to Sprout, still insisting on the question just now, "Who told you those messy things?"

Sprout: "..."

What a mess?

Ye Cong took the cream that Sprout used up and shook it in front of her.

Sprout: "..."

The hand that pushed the ointment off, this, that--

Xinya smiled a little stiffly this time, this is not easy to explain.

"Don't say?" Ye Cong sneered and put away the ointment in his hand. "It seems that this matter has nothing to do with the cat sister. The cat sister will not take you in the future."

"No," Xinya said hurriedly, but because Ye Cong took a breath, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and then whispered, "I heard what people said last time."

Ye Cong hey, "Don't understand if it's impolite? Can this be heard by a good boy?"

Sprout: "..."

"I'm almost twenty, and I'm not a child anymore." Xinya couldn't help but refute, using gauze to help him wrap up the wound, because he was not happy as a child.

Twenty soon?

Ye Cong chuckled and laughed. After she finished the gauze, she put on her shirt and Xinya reached out to help him fasten his buttons.

Ye Cong lowered his eyes slightly and landed on her little fat hand. Wasn't this little fat hand a child?

but--

Her eyes fell on her neck, the collarbone slightly exposed was very white, as for the place under the collarbone, invisible ...

It is indeed not a child.

Helped Ye Cong to fasten the buttons of his shirt, and helped him to put on his jacket. His small face was still crumpled. "Why are you hurt so badly? You still drive like this? Otherwise-"

Ye Cong withdrew his gaze from her body, and then started the car. "Otherwise you drive? Then I guess it's not injured, it's dead."

Xin Chuang was choked by Ye Cong and sat back angrily, but his eyes kept falling on his shoulders, and his worries were obvious.

When Xinya stared at Ye Cong's shoulder, she received a call from her mother again on the road and asked her where she was. She must be careful on the train at night.

Sprouts responded one by one, and hung up the phone after talking to her mother about the location.

"Your parents care about you." Ye Cong said suddenly.

Xinya heard Ye Cong's words just after the conversation with her mother, and suddenly thought of what he said before, that he grew up in the orphanage with the young lady, and suddenly felt a bit distressed.

Xinya thought, patting Ye Cong's arm lightly, and only when Ye Cong looked at her, he said, "Boss, you will have a New Year at my house this year. My mother's cooking is delicious."

This time, it was sincere.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it lie to me to co-author this afternoon?"

Sprout: "..."

"Of course not, it's just more sincerity this time." Xinya said seriously, blinking his big eyes, proving that what he said was true.

Ye Cong suddenly laughed, reached out and touched her head, and then continued to drive.

But Xinya paused because of his movement, and there was a feeling of numbness in the place where his head was touched, and he didn't even feel the heartbeat faster.

The sprout shifted his eyes silently, reaching for his chest and secretly warning himself.

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