The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Xinya used to sit down beside him, and Ye Cong looked distressed.

"Do you know why only the names of me and Ye Yuwei are on the tombstone?" Ye Cong leaned on the tombstone, even though the memories of the past few decades are still clearly engraved in his memory.

Sprout shook his head.

Ye Cong reached out and held her hand, then put it on his knee.

"When Yuwei was 13 years old, there was a fire in the orphanage. Except for Yuwei and another arsonist, Ms. Ye and the children of the entire orphanage survived."

"Ah--" Sprout whispered, reaching for his mouth.

"At that time, I was taken away by my father. When I heard about the orphanage, everything was in ruins." Ye Cong said with self-deprecating, "Chen Tong said me poorly? "Ye Cong suddenly looked at the sprout.

The sprout nodded instinctively. Doesn't dad hurt mom and love, but also struggles with death training every day to live, can it not be miserable?

"Actually, the happiest period of my life was given to me by Ye Ye and Yuwei. We were in the orphanage at that time. At that time, Yuwei was completely different from the present. I can bully. ”Ye Cong smiled on the face when thinking of the past,“ The two years have become my support for many years later, because I want to come back, because I want to come back to find them, so no matter how tired, no matter How cruel, I can stand it up. "

Xinya suddenly reached out and hugged Ye Cong's shoulder, distressed him.

Ye Cong chuckled and took her hand around her shoulder. "In fact, the happiest thing for a person is to live with a goal. If even the goal is gone, that is the most pitiful, so I am not so pitiful. . "

"I will accompany you in the future." Xinya mumbled and secretly made up her mind that she must be better for him in the future.

"Okay." Ye Cong whispered in response to her promise.

Xinya looked up at the woman on the tombstone and secretly swear in her heart that the house that Ms. Ye once gave him, she would also give him.

God already owes him too much.

"So you and the young lady will only be committed to social assistance in the orphanage these years?" Xinya looked down at Ye Cong. She knew that Ye Yuwei often went to the orphanage and helped the children in the orphanage.

"Wait for time, I will take you to see the orphanage." Ye Cong said, bowing his head and dropping a kiss on the back of Xinya's hand.

Xinya nodded, "Let's visit our mother often."

"Good." Ye Cong's surprisingly good talk today is also much softer than usual.

The two stayed in the cemetery until sunset, before going back.

Xinya was going back to cooking, but Ye Cong stopped him because he ordered Xinya not to enter the kitchen.

Xinya rolled his eyes secretly, "But I like cooking, especially like cooking for you."

In a word, Ye Cong was perfectly pleased, which seemed acceptable.

In order to set the time for the new shoots, the film crew advanced most of her plays. It should have followed the new shoots of the film crew for four months, becoming the earliest killer of the entire film crew.

The weather in mid-September is when the autumn tiger is at its strongest.

Xinya and Ye Cong drove back to Xinya's hometown.

Xinmiao called her sister intentionally. They drove, and the sister went home with her brother-in-law, clearly intentionally.

Xinya doesn't care about her sister's whispers, she can just go home.

It's just that going home this time is completely different from the last time. I used to be a person. I took Ye Cong during the Chinese New Year. This time, I have another baby in my stomach.

Xinya reached out and took Ye Cong, who was driving, and put it on the right hand on one side. Ye Cong turned around and saw the little face that was not carrying any flattering and careful words, but a smile that was specially displayed for him.

He hooked his lips slightly and shook her hand, and there was no regret at this point in his life.

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