The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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So she was honest and stopped.

After dinner, Xinya took Ye Cong to Xinyang's room. The futons inside were all the new ones that Xinya's mother had just brought out today.

"The conditions here are not very good, but you can rest assured that the futons are new from my mother's, and they are absolutely clean. Xinyang sleeps with my parents. You sleep in his room." Xinya said, patting That pillow with big flowers, probably Ye Cong has never seen such a pillow in his life.

Ye Cong nodded slightly and looked at this small room. There were still Xinyang books on the table. In the afternoon he was still asking him to check his homework.

There is a stove near the door, so the temperature inside is higher than outside.

This is the only stove in their house.

"Right, there is this." Xinya seemed to think of something. He felt a warm water bag under the quilt, and then shook it in front of Ye Cong. "Do you know what this is?"

Ye Cong: "..."

Ye Cong glanced at the sprout and walked to the window, behind which was the mountain. The window remained useless. "I don't even know the warm water bag?"

Xinya rolled his eyes secretly, and when Ye Cong looked at her, he quickly closed his eyes back and put on a smirk. This was not the attitude when he just faced her family. It was indeed a two-faced.

"Well, let me change your medicine first, you lie on the bed." Xinya changed the subject with a guilty conscience, and there was really no way to continue to look at his face.

Ye Cong used to sit down by the bed, and Xinya helped him take off his coat automatically, and then opened the quilt to let him go first.

The warm water bag should be in it for a long time, so the bed is also warm.

After Ye Cong took off his shirt, he went down naked.

Xinya blinked and silently pulled the quilt over his shoulder. How good this man's figure was. She had seen it for a long time and really didn't want to continue nosebleeds.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, the wound on the shoulder has not continued to deteriorate, and the medicine is a good medicine, and the wound has been healing slowly.

Ye Cong was lying on the pillow with his eyes closed and let Xinya help him to take medicine, "What is the bug you put me today?"

"High protein, delicious." Sprout said with a smile.

Ye Cong turned sideways, his injured shoulder up, and he supported his head with one hand to watch the new shoots.

"Don't move." Because the shoulders moved backwards, Sprout could only lean slightly to continue the medicine for him, as if she was lying in his arms.

"You actually like to eat that kind of thing?" Ye Cong tweeted as if he had discovered something terrible.

Xinya rolled his eyes secretly, helped him with the medicine and took the gauze to help him wrap it up again, "How the **** did you hurt?"

"Buer--"

Outside the door, if there was a sprout mother, Sprout just happened to support her body and try to maintain a balance. He affixed gauze to him. As soon as the mother opened the sprout, the sprout fell directly on Ye Cong's body and his lips fell on his smooth shoulder. .

Ye Cong: "..."

Her lips are very soft.

At this point, his fingers tried.

Ye Cong's heartbeat was somewhat out of control, just because her lips fell on her shoulders.

Sprout's influence on him seems to be much more than he thought.

Xinya's mother pushed the door in and carried the kettle in her hand. What she saw was that Ye Cong's shoulders were bare and her daughter was lying on the body.

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