The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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"Why not say it? You have the right to ask." Ye Cong whispered in her ear.

Xinya's eyes dodged, but his heart was happy.

Probably because of Ye Cong's promise with recognition.

"How long will it be marinated?" Ye Cong suddenly asked.

"Half an hour." Sprout hung his head, not daring to look up.

Half an hour is enough.

Ye Cong took the sprout to the tap, washed her hands, and then took her out.

The sprout is unknown. So, people have been taken out by Ye Cong. Ye Cong sat down on the sofa and let Sinya sit on his lap.

Sprout: "..."

"That old man has no right to control my life." Ye Cong said arrogantly.

Xinya raised his head and looked at Ye Cong with big eyes, and Ye Cong did not shy away. He reached out and took her hand, "Qian Yikun is right, I am not a good person."

"No, you are a good person." Xinya said quickly, although I don't know why Qian Yikun said that Ye Cong was a bad person, but in the past two years, Xinya knows better than anyone. Ye Cong is really a good person.

Hearing this, Ye Cong chuckled, and it was really a naive girl.

In this world, the first person to say that he is a good person is probably the only person who thinks he is a good person.

"I was trying to kill Murphy." Ye Cong said straightly.

"Ah?" What Xinya wanted to continue was all because of this sentence. When Master Qian asked her for help, it was indeed because she was injured. "Do you have any misunderstandings?"

Xinya's voice was very low, and Ye Cong felt that as long as he said yes, the girl would immediately become cheered.

"She killed my father." Ye Cong said, there was no wave in his voice.

Father is just a synonym for him.

Xinya couldn't say anything completely this time. In her world, killing people is a terrible thing.

But in their world, it seems to be a matter of convenience.

"Do you still think I am a good person?" Ye Cong reached out and pinched Xinya's chin, preventing her from hiding from herself.

Xinya was forced to look at him only, "I don't think any of you are intentional."

After Xinya finished talking, Ye Cong smiled and pressed her shoulders.

In that world, where anyone is deliberately or unintentionally, whoever is cruel and who climbs high, and whoever has the heart of mourning will die.

This is the rule.

But at this time, Xinya just said this sentence as a matter of course, which really shocked Ye Cong.

For people like them, there is never such an intentional or unintentional word in the dictionary.

Ye Cong held the sprout and kept holding it, as if she would lose her in the next second.

Sprout is a ray of light, she is not smart, and even a little cowardly, but these things he has long forgotten, re-lighted his life.

"Small bean sprouts, you definitely don't know how important you are to me." Ye Cong hugged the new sprouts tightly, and the muffled words made people untrue, but these were not important, he knew what he said was enough Too.

Xinya didn't hear clearly, and wanted to ask, but Ye Cong hugged her tightly, and she couldn't move.

She feels that since Ye Cong confessed, she always likes to hug herself.

However, Sprout was a little annoyed, and he did not say whether the woman was his fiancée. Do you want to ask it again?

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