The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Yuan Qi Yuan Fei School has activities and has been away for a few days. There are still two or three days to come back, so there is no one at home.

Yuan also opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients inside. Ding Junhui is a self-disciplined person, so he basically prepares all three meals himself. Especially when there is a Yuan Qi and Yuan Fei at home, he will not allow them to eat takeaway and eat instant noodles. Kind of stuff.

So the ingredients in the refrigerator are basically complete.

Yuan also learned to cook after the Yuan family was ruined, and the craftsmanship was not bad.

So she plans to cook dinner for Ding Junhui today, to make up for ignoring him these days.

Less than six o'clock, it was already dark outside.

Ding Junhui came back from the office and saw his own light on. He raised his eyebrows and accelerated his pace of going back.

One with the keys to the family is Yuan Fei, one is himself, and the other is Yuan.

Yuan Qi and Yuan Fei can only come back the day after tomorrow, so there is only one possibility.

Ding Junhui arrived at the door and took the key to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of rice. He put down his homework book and changed his shoes at the door.

Yuan also just brought out the last dish and looked up to see Ding Junhui, "I'm just about to call you."

Ding Junhui used to hug people, looked down at the table full of food, slightly lip, "This is a guilt?"

Yuan knew what he was talking about, and lipped his lips, "Yeah yeah, he's guilty."

"With my kitchen, I will be responsible for it in the future." Ding Junhui said with a low smile.

Yuan Ye: "..."

I have never heard of this!

Ding Junhui looked at the food on the table, sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy fried shrimp, hot and sour potato shreds and green pepper slices, and a tomato and egg soup, all of which he loved.

"I'm going to wash my hands." Ding Junhui said, dropping a kiss on her face, and then turned to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Yuan also put his chopsticks and looked back at the man who walked briskly. It seemed that he was really happy. Before that, he ignored him too much.

It seems that it is a poorly qualified girlfriend.

Ding Junhui came out of the bathroom and sat down directly, "Taste your craft, I haven't eaten your cooking."

In this regard, Yuan is even more guilty.

Ding Junhui eats with chopsticks, "how did you think of coming over to cook today?"

Yuan also thought about it and told Ding Junhui what he heard in the company. "They saw you today and said, I don't like you. You will be robbed by those female students."

Ding Junhui smiled and continued to eat, "Isn't I just chased away by the female student?"

Yuan Ye: "..."

She didn't recognize this, "Is it clear that you are chasing me?"

This question must be made clear.

"It's up to you to be embarrassed, but I'm afraid you're suffocating. I'll say it in advance." Ding Junhui is very satisfied with her craftsmanship, and she needs to find a way to marry home quickly.

Yuan ignored him and bowed his head to eat.

Ding Junhui spit out the bones in his mouth and looked up at Yuan Ye. "Your dad's performance is beyond my expectations."

"I also find it strange that my dad was really not such a reasonable person before." Yuan also said, "I think this time the American thing is probably a big blow to him. My dad has more face than my mom. This time things in the United States really made him feel ashamed. "

"Isn't this a good thing?" Ding Junhui helped her pick vegetables, and then said, "Your father is more useful than you, so you don't need to worry too much."

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