The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Ye Cong closed the door directly, and Xinya still looked at the people at the door while holding the knife.

Ye Cong turned around and walked, "No one is holding a knife in his hand. You are really a small bean sprout."

Xinya waved the knife in her hand and thought she was facing Ye Cong fiercely. Where was she?

Ye Cong used to hug someone, and held the knife in the other hand. "At this time, shouldn't you be a girlfriend and ask the woman who is that angry?"

It's not here to scare him with pretense.

The sprout paused, pursing his lips slightly, as if he had been looking for what he should say if he should answer.

Although Ye Cong is now her boyfriend, she always finds it unrealistic.

Or, she was used to being enslaved by Ye Cong, so she always forgot to resist.

Ye Cong did not speak, waiting for Sprout to speak, and their relationship could not always be a strong-weak relationship. He hoped that Sprout could come to a relationship with him.

It might as well start with who this woman is.

After Ye Cong finished speaking, Sprout hadn't spoken. Time didn't know how long after that, Sprout struggled to continue chopping the rabbit.

Ye Cong slowly loosened the new shoots without embarrassing her.

Her temperament is really too soft, even softer than the small bread.

Perhaps it was only when she decided to do what she had to do that she would toughen herself up.

Ye Cong shook his head helplessly, begging his woman to question who the other woman was, and it was estimated that he was the only one.

Ye Cong walked to the door of the kitchen, leaned against the door and looked at the sprout of the rabbit carefully, "That woman is the daughter of my father's life, and has been coveting me, do you not protect me?"

Ye Cong said something wronged.

Sprout: "..."

She protects him?

Does that woman seem to crush her to death with one finger?

and--

"I don't think you're afraid, everyone is angry with you." Xinya pickled the cut rabbits, thinking of Ye Cong's words, she sympathized with the woman just now.

"I just told the truth, she was so ugly." Ye Cong curled his lips, straightened up and walked in, then leaned on the Liuli platform and looked at the rabbits pickled in the sprouts. "It doesn't feel the same."

"Tengjiao is better to use fresh, but we don't have that. My mother picked it directly from Houshan." Xinya explained that Tengjiao had given them some before they came back. It took two or three days. This taste is definitely not as good as fresh.

Ye Cong nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The sprout is preparing other ingredients, Ye Cong has been studying the pickled rabbits.

Sprout pursed her lips with her eyes closed, and the quiet room felt depressed.

Finally, she asked, "Is your father's fiancée the right door for you?"

Ye Cong was still studying those rabbits, and it was really not easy to hear the new shoots, because her voice was so small that it was unrealistic.

"What?" Ye Cong approached Xinya and couldn't help asking.

Sprout: "..."

"It didn't matter if you didn't hear it," Xinya said, not knowing whether it was because of shame or something else, and turned to leave.

Ye Cong stretched out his hand and pulled the person directly into her arms. She was able to summon the courage to ask and it was already a surprise. How could he ask for more.

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