The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Xinya dragged Ye Cong back to the room, then closed the door with a snap, "Are you crazy?"

Ye Cong looked at the girl with a red face in front of her, slowly sat down by the bed, and then sorted out her clothes. "What do you want?"

Xinya shouted and stood in front of Ye Cong, looking at him, "Don't you want to order fruit for my mom?"

It's as if they often order milk for the family at the door.

But in places like them, travel expenses may be more expensive than fruits, and her parents know that they are not crazy.

Ye Cong hooked her finger at her, the sprout was unknown, so she could only pass it silly, but was directly held by Ye Cong on his legs in the next second.

"Ah ..." Sprout whispered instinctively around his neck.

Sprout: "..."

Finally holding the person in his arms, Ye Cong sniffed the sweet breath of her body with satisfaction, but he wore too much and he was uncomfortable.

"I didn't want to give them fruits, and your parents couldn't agree." Ye Cong also saw these days. The new parents are hardworking farmers. They don't ask for much and are not greedy. They are satisfied with guarding this mountain.

If they really ordered fruit for them, they might not accept it, but because of the face, they may not be too embarrassed to refuse, and the psychology must be uncomfortable.

"Then what do you mean?" Xinya tried to stabilize her mind, not to be shy because he was in his arms.

"I had an idea. When I went up the mountain, I found that there were many villages on the mountain. I never thought about it, but you don't even have a decent fruit shop in your town."

Xinya sighed when he heard Ye Cong ’s words, “Do n’t mention the fruit shop, that is, the average supermarket buys only necessities. Our place is too remote, few people come, and you see it It takes more than two hours to drive from the nearest county. Once you encounter rain and snow, you may not be able to drive. Who wants to deliver goods here? "

Xinya said, thinking and looking at Ye Cong, "Have you ever heard a saying that you want Fu to build the road first?"

Ye Cong: "..."

This was too grounded, he hadn't heard it.

"We belong here. There is no place for you to build roads in the backcountry." Xinya sighed slightly and said helplessly.

Ye Cong paused, thinking about everything he saw when he went up the mountain. The natural environment in this place is really terrible.

But if someone pays, the labor force should still be available.

Ye Cong thought, bowing his head and sprout and saying, "I plan to let people make a fruit chain here, and I think there are some fruit trees on your mountain."

"Whoever dares to pick the fruit on the mountain is on the cliff." Xinya stared. "When I was a kid, the next pillar took some friends to pick the fruit. As a result, he was carried back and his legs were broken. "

Ye Cong: "..."

"Brother Zhu? Next door? Green plums and horses?" Ye Cong said each with a different taste.

Sprout: "..."

Should n’t the focus be on breaking a leg?

"Now?" Ye Cong asked again, not very kind.

Xinya blinked, and finally said with a particularly strong desire to survive: "I have long been married, and the children are more than one year old, really."

"Very good." Ye Cong was satisfied.

Sprout secretly wiped sweat, Mr. Ye, you came from a barrel of vinegar.

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