The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name www.readwn.com (the first letter of literature + org dot com, readwn.com) to find the way home!

"but--"

"Actually, the road up the mountain knows that adding handrails to the side of the road is not so dangerous. I have been inspected by people in the past six months and it can be implemented."

Xinya continued to lean on the door, unable to keep up with Ye Cong's thoughts, anyway she could not keep up.

"Just Ding Junqi, the film and television piece, took the lead. I plan to develop the tourism piece. Once that place is developed, the villagers in the mountains can be a bed and breakfast. When the economic situation comes, do you think the fruit shops and other side industries can not go up?"

Sprout: "..."

The head is a bit big.

Mr. Ye's ability to make money makes her needn't worry that her baby will have no money to keep.

"Just as I said before, let you go publicize for your hometown. You have just gained fame. It is best to be able to speak for your hometown. Of course, this is what Ding Junqi means."

The last thing Xinya understood, "So after my filming, can we go back to my hometown?"

The excitement was obvious, and the people inside clearly heard it.

Ye Cong chuckled while taking a shower, he knew she would be happy about it.

"Not as good as our wedding in your hometown?" Ye Cong said.

wedding?

There was a new shoot, and she had been married for more than half a year. She had never thought about the wedding.

So Sprout was silent, not knowing how to answer this sentence.

Ye Cong came out around the bath towel after bathing, stood at the door and looked at the new shoots after opening the door, "Or do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Don't use it." Xinya spoke hurriedly, as if afraid that Ye Cong had decided so suddenly, "Let's go back to my house." Xinya thought and shook his head again: "No, no, you are too hot to go back with me now."

Winter is too cold, summer is too hot, alas, she is also very embarrassed.

Ye Cong chuckled loudly and kissed Xinya. "Wait for me, change clothes and take you to a place."

Sprout: "..."

Ye Cong changed clothes very quickly, a pair of black pants and a black shirt, very simple attire.

Ye Cong drove out by himself. Xinya sat on the co-pilot and talked to Ye Cong about the latest things. Ye Cong interjected a word from time to time, but no one mentioned anything about Zhao Ya today.

When the car arrived in the suburbs, Ye Cong found a place to park, and then got off with the sprout.

Xinya was curious and reached out to hold Ye Cong's hand, then followed him up the mountain.

"here is?"

"Take you to see my mother." I always wanted to bring Sprouts, but they were always busy, until he really got out of there now, he could finally take Sprouts to see Mama Ye.

mom?

Is she mother-in-law?

"But didn't you say--" His mother is not Chinese, and not in China?

Ye Cong took Xinya to a tombstone, which was the tombstone he and Ye Yuwei had repaired for Ye Mama a few years ago.

Sprout looked down, and the people in the photo looked very young, probably in their twenties.

The words engraved on the tombstone are very clear:

Son: Ye Cong, female: Ye Yuwei.

Stand.

So this is their adoptive mother?

Ye Cong put the chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, "Mom, I brought her to see you."

Sprout's hand was clenched a bit, and she bowed respectfully, "Mother, I am Sprout."

Ye Cong let go of Xinya's hand, slowly sat down in front of the tombstone, and then beckoned to let Xinya sit beside him.

Like the pit of marriage: Daddy, please divorce your divorce: (www.readwn.com) The pit of marriage: Daddy, the fastest literature update in the divorce pen