The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Ye Cong just glanced back and continued to discuss the skill of chopping wood with his father-in-law.

Xinya watched Yuan also come in. In the past, she took her wrist and took her into the room.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ye to have such a human face." Yuan also looked back at the man in the yard and sighed. Who could have thought that the man who was in the city B was chopping firewood at this time?

"He is mainly bored here." Xinya waved his hand. "Professor Ding? Didn't he come back together?"

"Something went to the city." Yuan also sat down by the bed and took the snacks from Xinya. "I think Ye always enjoys it. It is really a pleasure to relax in this place. . "

His hometown is praised, and Sprout is still very happy.

"Ye Cong said you were a reporter before." Xinya took the stool and sat across from her, asking with some tentative opening, "Can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"You said, as long as I can do it." Yuan also ate snacks, some sour, more suitable for pregnant women such as sprouts, so she silently put down the dried apricots.

"It's the time during your investigation. Can you write some press releases about the following teacher in support when you go back?" Xinya asked with a low voice.

Yuan also paused to put down the dried apricots. She thought that Xinya was about to let her write about the tourist attractions.

"I heard Mr. Ye said that you wrote an article about the young master before, and the response is currently very high, so I would like to ask you to promote those who have been unknown." Xinya said seriously.

Yuan couldn't help but squeeze a dried apricot into his mouth, sour.

Ding Junhui said that he came here mainly to pave the way for her.

and so--

The sourness spread in the mouth and spread to the heart.

He was already thinking about her before they were together.

She doesn't like entertainment news, what about financial news?

Is she like it?

Perhaps Ding Junhui looked more clearly than she did.

Yuan also thought that he talked about volunteers with himself that day, about the research branch, and even talked with her about whether to volunteer.

She has this heart, but she does not have this courage.

But what if you are a life reporter? What if you only spend a month or two interviewing some volunteers and telling them all the world?

She was shocked at the moment this thought surged into her heart.

There is a kind of initiation, suddenly and cheerful feeling.

It turned out that she always wanted to do this.

It turned out that he always knew himself better than himself.

The man was more attentive to this feeling than she thought.

"Okay." The sourness in the mouth dissipated, leaving a bit sweet.

Yuan also thought that this might be the best dried apricot she had ever eaten.

"Great, Mr. Ye also said that these famous journalists would not write about it, because no one read it." Xinya said excitedly.

Yuan is also clear, no wonder she was so careful at the beginning, afraid that she would refuse her.

However, Ye Cong is right. No front-line reporter is willing to make such a report for a long time, because no one will be patient and always pay attention.

But she is different. Ding Junhui has solved all the external factors for her. She can do what she wants with no devotion, and does not need to give up because of lack of courage.

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