The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Ye Cong knows clearly that this matter can't be dragged on, otherwise it will not benefit the sprouts.

Turning on the phone, the first thing she saw was her smiley face.

"What do you think a bad guy looks like?" Ye Cong suddenly asked.

"Bad guy?" Xinya tilted his head slightly, as if searching for such an image in his mind, "Probably similar to Gudouza."

Old and confused, that's not bad.

Ye Cong shook his head helplessly, but didn't know how to tell her.

"Rose's words don't need to be taken seriously, she will leave soon." It seemed unnecessary, but Ye Cong said it again.

The new shoot paused for a moment and secretly responded.

"By the way, how are you going to spend the Lantern Festival?" Ye Cong did not want to continue this topic, so he shifted a topic, "Xin Miao and Xin Yang came that day, we are together."

"Ah?" Shrimp was cooked, and sprouts came out of the kitchen. "Why don't I know what happened to them during the Lantern Festival?"

Is n’t she the sister?

"Probably think that my brother-in-law is more reliable." Ye Cong said complacently, knowing that Xin Miao is now contacting him.

Xinya didn't give up and went back to the living room to pick up her cell phone and found that Xin Miao really didn't contact her. "Why, I am her sister."

Said wrongly!

"Sister and brother-in-law are no different." Ye Cong said of course, looked at the sprout with a bit of pride.

Sprout's face was stained with blush, and they weren't too good. Why did this man say one brother-in-law all day long.

"Ignore you." Xinya said with a blush and turned directly back to the kitchen.

Ye Cong lay on the sofa arm and looked at the woman inside. In addition to being satisfied or satisfied, the woman belonged to him and belonged to him completely.

It is a pity that the 20-year-old birthday gift was not sent by myself, so I still wanted to find a chance.

Obviously he is one or two years older than Ye Yuwei, but Ye Yuwei's children are now seven or eight years old.

Would you rather find a lucky day recently, get the baby's mother first and say something else?

Thinking this way, Ye Cong thought it was a good idea.

The woman who is just cooking in the kitchen has no idea what the old fox outside is doing.

After dinner, the two people's daily activities are nestled in the sofa to watch movies. In the past, there was a sofa for one person, but now there are many vacancies for a sofa for two people.

Ye Cong looked at the sprout in his arms all the time, and he didn't care much about what the movie was doing. He played with the sprout hair with one hand, leaning against the body, with laziness that could not be said.

Xinya looked seriously, and naturally didn't notice Ye Cong's movements at this time. While she was still trying to figure out the acting skills of the hostess, she didn't utter a cry and looked back towards her until her hair was pulled. With Ye Cong, with dissatisfaction.

Ye Cong seems to be addicted to it, and dragged her hair to refuse to let go. "Why is your hair more fragrant than my shampoo?"

An extremely boring question, Xinya rolled his eyes secretly, feeling that the previous tall Ye had always become a childish ghost, or the kind of childish ghost that was too naive.

"You don't want to watch a movie and go to bed." Xinya wanted to take back her hair, but Ye Cong pressed it directly under her. "Ah-"

"You sleep with me." Ye Cong's low voice fell on Sprout's ear, pressing against her chest with a slight smile.

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