The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Yuan also continued to eat, not to be hungry or not to have any buns.

Father Yuan looked at her daughter grabbing a bun and eating, "It's me and your mother who are sorry for you."

"Dad, you also advised my mother, people always have to accept reality." Yuan also said while eating.

"Your mother had money at home before she married me, and she didn't feel guilty." Father Yuan sighed, and this pickle bun can't eat anymore.

"Dad, not guilty and being unreasonable are two different things." Yuan also pointed out a question. "Why did our family become like this? She didn't know? Blindly blamed Ding's family and always felt that she was rich. If the Ding family did n’t help us all that year, our family went bankrupt decades ago. Why did n’t she say it when she enjoyed the glory and wealth in those years?

Father Yuan's face became more and more disappointed.

Yuan also opened his mouth and said nothing more, but continued to eat.

Mother Yuan really did n’t come out to dinner at night, and Yuan did n’t call her either. In the middle of the night, Yuan mother probably could n’t hold it anymore. When she came out, she looked for food, but she could n’t find anything to eat at home.

Yuan also always pretends that he can't wake up, depending on what his mother is going to do?

Unable to find anything to eat, Mother Yuan finally looked at her daughter and woke up, "Is there nothing else to eat at home?"

"There are still buns in the kitchen. I plan to bring them to work tomorrow. You should eat if you are hungry." Yuan also turned and continued to sleep.

Mother Yuan paused, perhaps because her daughter's sentence was going to work tomorrow.

"You eat that Olympic when you go to work?" Yuan Mother pursed her lips and said.

"The lowest lunch is twenty-three, one bun and one dollar." Yuan didn't turn around and continued to sleep with his eyes closed. "Don't forget to trust your blessing. We still owe Ding Junhui more than 1 million. It's money. "

What did Yuan Yuan want to say? Father Yuan came out and pulled Yuan Yuan back, "The child is still going to work tomorrow, what do you do toss her in the middle of the night? The sofa was uncomfortable."

Mother Yuan was pulled back to her room by Father Yuan, and she was bored, but instead she was not hungry, but she couldn't sleep either.

Yuan also went out early in the morning, and really brought that shriveled bun, and also left dozens of dollars on the table. Scattered estimates before that would have made Yuan Yuan look a few times.

Yuan also went downstairs to leave the community. Ding Junhui was waiting for her. Yuan also ran over and opened the door to get on the car. "Why are you here?"

"Look at what you are hungry, and bring you crystal dumplings, eat it." Ding Junhui said, took a box from the back and handed it to her.

Yuan also reached over and looked at the crystal dumplings inside. There was also a shriveled bun in the bag, but she couldn't eat it at the moment, so she didn't open it.

Ding Junhui started the car and looked at the people in the passenger seat. "Don't you like to eat their crystal dumplings? Why not?"

Yuan also looked at Ding Junhui, "My mother didn't eat last night and got up looking for food in the middle of the night."

"Very good, prove that your method is still effective." Ding Junhui said, not knowing why she was not happy.

The effect is some, but what is not is that she feels that she seems a little sorry to her parents.

So she couldn't eat delicious food at this time.

Ding Junhui opened the box with one hand, "You are full, then you have the strength to continue fighting your mother and eat quickly."

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