The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Xinya's heartbeat accelerated a few beats, she thought she probably knew, but how could she be like this?

Xinya wanted to move but didn't dare to move, even the courage to see Ye Cong was gone.

Ye Cong reached out and landed on her chin, forcing her to face herself.

"you--"

"I have to go home, my mother is waiting for me." Xinya said, pushing away Ye Cong directly, and then ran out from under his arm.

Ye Cong looked back and looked at the girl who ran faster than the rabbit, and the villagers around him. Ye Cong thought for a while and then sorted out his clothes and left here.

Xinya stumbled all the way home, and her heartbeat was still unable to return to normal.

So, the boss just said, like her?

But how is it possible?

It was just that Sprout had just arrived home, and was sent out by her mother to dig bamboo shoots in the back to make New Year's Eve dinner.

Xinya took a small basket and a **** to go out, and Ye Cong naturally followed.

It seems that it is not the right time to say it, but if you do n’t say it, the woman does n’t know when to hide herself.

Xinyao walked in front, Ye Cong silently followed, the mountain road was not easy to walk, and the snow was all on it. Xinya did not go fast, and Ye Cong did not follow quickly.

When digging bamboo shoots in winter, the ground is basically frozen, and the snow on the ground must be removed first.

Sprout found the place first, squatted down and started to clear the snow.

Ye Cong squatted down beside her and looked at a piece of soil digging out under her hands, "Bamboo shoots?"

"Yeah, right underneath." Xinya said, grabbing the **** and poking it down a bit, then exposed the bamboo shoots and replaced it with a hand.

Ye Cong feels novel and should say that he feels novel when he comes here. "When I go bankrupt someday, it seems I can still rely on you."

Sprout: "..."

Regardless of how she responded at the moment, Ye Cong continued to say to herself: "Maybe I can stay as an indefinite teacher."

Sprout: "..."

Continue to dig, not to listen to his nonsense.

Ye Cong reached out and held the exposed bamboo shoot.

"Hey, don't move, break it." Xinya hurriedly opened his hand, looked at his boss with a disgust, and then slowly digs the roots of bamboo shoots with a small shovel. "Look, it needs to be like this. "Sprout said, carefully digging around the roots of bamboo shoots with a small shovel. After a while, a whole bamboo shoot was dug out."

Ye Cong: "..."

Long knowledge.

Sprout put bamboo shoots in a small basket, watching Ye Cong said stupid, and went to find other.

Ye Cong: "..."

The world is wondering, is Ye Cong stupid?

"Sprout, take the object out to dig bamboo shoots, you object looks really good."

Encountered part-time old classmates who dig bamboo shoots, do you speak or not?

Xinya twitched her mouth slightly and waved her hand in a hurry. She wanted to say no, but Ye Cong held the bamboo basket with one hand in the next second and fell on Xinya's shoulder with one hand.

The old classmate's eyes became clear.

"Hello." Ye Cong greeted politely. "We have to dig bamboo shoots. We can play at home when we are done."

"Okay, okay." The old classmates watched Xinya and Ye Cong continue to go up the mountain, and couldn't help talking to their husbands next to him. "Xinya is different when he goes to a big city. This man looks rich."

"Why, are you envious?"

"I envy what's the use of it. How dare others sprout. I went out to work after the college entrance examination. I still dare to go to a big city."

The two went further and further, and Xinya hurriedly pushed Ye Cong's hand away, staring at him fiercely.

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