The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Just ask, who confessed that the subject suddenly fainted during the confession.

Ye Cong hasn't waited for an answer, only the new shoots that are soft in his arms.

"Buer, Buer—" Ye Cong instinctively reached out to catch Xinya's body, his forehead fell on her forehead, with abnormal heat.

Ye Cong whispered in a whisper, directly holding Xinya and got up, stopped Xinmiao and Xinyang who were going home, and asked them to go home first. He sent Xinya to the hospital.

Xinmiao was anxious to see her sister fainting for a while, but Ye Cong could not find the infirmary down the mountain.

"Yangyang, go home and talk to your parents first, and I will go with Brother Ye." Xin Miao said decisively, following Ye Cong with the new shoots down the mountain.

The road down the mountain was not very easy to go, Ye Cong changed his arms to the back, let Xin Miao walk to the side leaning against the mountain, fearing that she would also be surprised.

Upon learning that Xinya fainted, Xinya parents were also anxious.

"Hold down the mountain? So far away." Xinya mother said, looking back at her husband. "You ride to chase, Yangyang and I follow from behind."

"Brother Ye said it was too dangerous on the road, so my dad wouldn't let me ride by bike." Xinyang gasped, and he didn't forget to finish talking, "Brother Ye has taken my sister down the mountain."

What did Xinya mother want to say, and finally did not say anything.

Not to mention Ye Cong knowing how long it will take to go down the mountain, but I do n’t know, she can instinctively decide to hold her daughter down the mountain in the first time, such a person, what else is she so picky about?

When Ye Cong went down the mountain with his new sprout on the back, the sprout woke up for a while. She just felt dizzy in her head. She just thought it was because of tension, but now it felt like it was not nervous.

She remembered that Ye Cong had a broken shoulder and instinctively wanted to go on.

"Don't move, you'll be at the hospital in a while." Ye Cong whispered, holding the person up with his hands and continuing to walk down the mountain.

Xinya moved her lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck with weak hands next time. I did n’t know whether it was because of discomfort or something else. Her tears fell uncontrollably and fell on Ye Cong ’s clothes. It's gone.

It's too slow to take the new seedlings. At this moment, the new shoots become conscious. Ye Cong himself kept the new shoots here, and waited for him to take the new shoots to the hospital and pick her up.

"but--"

"I'm taking you too slowly." Ye Cong directly gave the reason.

Xin Miao pursed her lips, and finally nodded, "Brother Ye, you can go first. I'll just follow it myself. I've walked this way thousands of times. It's okay."

Ye Cong looked at the determined girl with deep eyes, and finally nodded and carried the sprout to speed up.

Xinmiao: "..."

Xin Miao looked at the person who had disappeared in front of her, as if she had dragged her back.

Without Xinmiao, Ye Cong ’s fast-moving sprouts were scared. Originally it was three or four hours away, but two hours later he came down the mountain. The sprouts led the way, and Ye Cong took her to the only clinic in town, not much , Just two houses.

Fortunately, there are people on duty at this time.

Ye Cong put the sprout down, sat on the stool and put the sprout on his lap, "Doctor, she suddenly had a high fever."

Xinya was very shy because of this action, but wanted to get up but was suppressed by Ye Cong. "I'm fine, I just have a fever."

The doctor probably hadn't seen this in his life, and he took a stethoscope for a while before taking out a stethoscope to help the sprout see a doctor.

Ye Cong held her hand with one hand, and it was clearly winter, but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

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