The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Ye Cong's appearance is probably the biggest show of the night. He who doesn't understand the dialect has an excuse to keep the sprout by his side.

In its name, if I say anything wrong, you are the one who is ashamed.

There are many singing and dancing activities, and singing Ye Cong just listens to a melody, but it is enough to listen to the melody well.

Xinya always sings well, and Ye Cong sits beside her and listens to him sing.

Perhaps it has been two years since I came back. The sprouts have been very excited tonight. Ye Cong just looked at it, as if he could see her happy like this, which is also a kind of happiness.

Ye Cong couldn't understand what was happening there, but the next second saw Sprout ran over and looked up at him with his big bright eyes, "They asked if you would like to dance."

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, "I won't."

"Just jump around blindly," Xinya said, dragging Ye Cong and ran over, and then led him into the crowd. It was really a jump around the centuries-old elm tree.

But everyone is happy, this is enough.

Ye Cong followed Xinya, and for the first time felt that happiness could have been so simple.

After coming here, Ye Cong discovered that many of his firsts were given to him by this place.

This place is barren, backward, poor, but their spirits are rich, and their lives are happy.

At a New Year's party, it jumped to eleven o'clock. Everyone walked in front of Ye Cong before they left, or looked at him with satisfaction or consideration. Easy.

"Do you feel bored?" Xinya walked backwards, looking at Ye Cong.

"No, very, fresh." Ye Cong gave a word that probably described his mood, but he was always paying attention to the sprouts, and when the sprouts almost fell, he directly pulled people into his arms. "Look Go a little bit. "

This hug was not let go.

Xinya was awake, but she wasn't struggling. At this time, there were people passing by, and her face flushed with a rubbing of her face.

Fortunately, it was dark at this moment, and no one could see it.

"What are you doing?" Sprout growled, not yelling loudly.

Ye Cong held the sprout twice and turned to the corner of a house so that he would not be seen.

"I haven't answered the matter this afternoon. Do you know who I like now?" Tonight, there is still an hour before the New Year. He will never delay until next year.

The sprout was half pressed by him, and the words he smiled on fell in her ears.

Puff, puff—

Xinya dodged her eyes and dared not look at Ye Cong, her hands were twisted together, but Ye Cong was slowly squeezed into it, holding her right hand and interlocking her fingers.

"What was the courage to cheat me in Qian Yikun's house?" Ye Cong put her chin on her shoulder, and pressed her warmly to her.

Someone was firing fireworks down the hill in the distance, and she could see it when she looked up.

For the first time someone confessed, was the target still his own boss?

What should she do?

His head was a little stunned, and his fast heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat.

Do you like Ye Cong?

like!

Maybe she liked Ding Junqi more than she used to. At least she was really happy when Ding Junqi got married, but Ye Cong liked others and she felt uncomfortable.

This is probably, just like it.

"I--"

Xinya thought, looking up to Ye Cong.

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