The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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But he hastily started, he can't take this risk now, after all, he has to go back unscathed.

"How's the thing I asked you to do?" Ye Cong looked up at Cangshan and asked.

"My people are currently in place. Catching turtles in the urn is the safest way to watch, but we won't lose in the battle against the backwaters." Cangshan doesn't understand why Master must wait for the old demon himself to come to the door this time, instead of using their initiative .

"Ye is a man with a wife. Be safe." Ye Cong said lightly, not feeling anything wrong with this sentence.

Cangshan: "..."

No one else has a wife?

Yes, he really has no wife.

But they also understand Master's approach. Once they have someone they love, most of them are afraid of death.

Otherwise, according to Master's character, this matter will not be delayed for so long.

Now the old demon did n’t move, and he did n’t dare to go to City B to mobilize Master. To put it bluntly, he did n’t dare to rush Master. If he moved Master, Master would explode. He knew he could n’t afford it.

"Somehow to force the old demon to start as soon as possible. This turtle has been doing it for more than half a month. Isn't he bothersome? If he has the ability to rebel, he should have the ability to kill him directly. Playing with the pen on the table, his face was extremely unpleasant, and he could not even contact Xinya now.

Because the signals on his side are monitored by Interpol, he does not want Sprouts to be their monitoring targets in the future.

That's more terrifying than being targeted by people on their way.

Cangshan felt that Master was about to be irritable. He had time to really meet the lady who made Master so afraid of death.

"Then Rose?" Cangshan asked.

"Where did you go and watch her hurt her eyes?" Ye Cong said angrily. The daughter-in-law hasn't seen her yet, is she still looking at her?

Cangshan: "..."

Ye Cong watched Cangshan leave, and when people arrived at the door, he said, "Find a way to contact Chen Tong and let them release my message in City B."

As long as the old demon believes he is still in City B, he will surely relax his guard and then attack.

The old demon has not dared to enter the castle because he was afraid of retreating in the castle because of the luck. Once he is determined that he is not in the castle, he can attack at any time, take the castle and take everything from the Ye family. .

Nothing is decisive at all, and it is no wonder that the old man died two or three years, and he still has no achievements.

Cangshan nodded and was about to go out, and suddenly heard the sound of guns outside.

Ye Cong suddenly got up and went directly to the window: "Attacked?"

Cangshan pressed the headset in his ear: "What's the matter?" After the people over there reported, Cangshan looked at Ye Cong, "The old demon sent someone to attack."

Although Ye Cong was curious how he attacked suddenly, it was also a good thing for him. A good piece of chess. "

"Will there be fraud?" Cangshan asked uncertainly. "How did the old demon suddenly determine that Master is not in the castle? Or did it go out to defraud Master?"

It is indeed a good question.

After more than half a month, why did the demon suddenly attack, or was Rose in the presence?

Rose is downstairs, it is impossible to get here, and it is impossible to see him.

So the old demon must have determined that he was not in the castle.

"No, if it was fraud, he would have cheated long ago, and he wouldn't wait until now." Ye Cong said, thinking secretly in his mind, so what happened in City B made the demon feel like he was still in City B ?

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