The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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"Click-"

With the sound of the door opening, Sprout suddenly tightened his body and turned his back. His big round eyes and the frightened bunny looked like they were standing still.

Ye Cong pushed the door in and saw this scene.

Sun Yat wore the purple knee-length dress she wore at today's press conference. You can see that she hasn't changed clothes since she returned.

Ye Cong reached out and threw the key in his hand on the cabinet at the door.

The click sound can scare the sprout.

Ye Cong stood at the door and changed his shoes, looking up at the new shoots still standing there: "Come."

Xinya pursed her lips and shook her head, her hands behind her, and slowly backed away as Ye Cong walked towards her.

"I said it." Ye Cong said, reaching for her.

"I don't, what do you do if you hit me?" Sprout retorts carefully around his neck, always keeping him a relatively safe distance from her.

Ye Cong yelled, "Now I'm afraid?"

Xinya continued to retreat and hid directly behind the sofa. "The director didn't say that he had to invite investors to go before, and they helped me at the press conference. I think they are all very good, so I wanted to go."

Xinya opened his mouth to refute, but also pay attention to the distance between Ye Cong and himself. In this way, it was like a little white rabbit facing a big gray wolf.

Ye Cong reached out and pulled away his tie, and threw it directly on the sofa, too lazy to continue chasing, "Just because someone said a word for you?"

"The people in the previous crew looked down on me. This was the first time I was respected, so--"

"So you still have reason?" Ye Cong glanced at the sprout, and all the words of the sprout went back.

Xinya pulled the edge of the sofa and turned her big eyes, only a little afterglow rested on Ye Cong. "Then, didn't she see me after seeing those people, did the cat sister take me away?"

Xinya's explanations are not emboldened. In the future, she really doesn't want to go out for dinner with the crew again!

Ye Cong looked at the girl across the sofa from himself, not to mention the internal and external troubles, even if there was nothing wrong, he could not really blame her.

Ye Cong stopped talking and looked at her.

Seeing the new shoots guilty, Ai Ai slowly approached Ye Cong in her period, using **** to move a small distance on the back of the sofa, and still carefully watching Ye Cong.

She has been married for more than half a year, and she is more busy than at home, so most of the time, Ye Cong is hurting her.

But now, what should I do?

A sofa, but one and a half meters, will come to an end when it becomes an ant.

Xinya approached Ye Cong, reaching for his clothes carefully, "I won't go anymore, really, don't be angry."

Ye Cong lowered his eyes, and just saw her pitiful little face, and the hand standing beside him slowly lifted up.

"Ah, you can't beat me." Xinya took a step back instinctively holding his head and looked at Ye Cong with precautions.

Ye Cong was smirked alive by the sprout.

He reached out and pulled the man into his arms, hugged her body: "I hug you, what to hide?"

Xinya leaned in Ye Cong's arms and slowly reached out his hand to fall on his back. "I will never go again in the future, I will film the scene well, and everything else will be ignored."

"I didn't say I won't let you go, just that some occasions are not for you." Especially when he can't be with him.

Xinya moved in his arms, and found a place closest to his heart. Listening to his heartbeat, a heart that was grabbed finally let go.

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