The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Qian Yikun was called back before he left the branch because his wife and children were here.

Could it be sitting on the stool at this moment, stepping on the edge of the stool with one foot, waiting for them to give a result.

"Daddy, Daddy." Qian Leyi saw Qian Yikun, ran away with her small hands, and then climbed onto Qian Yikun.

Is Qian Leyi's father actually the director Qian Yikun?

teacher:"……"

A military commander and a police station commander, are these two children going against the sky?

Qian Yikun held his daughter and stood up, looking at his wife who was a man more than him. "What's going on?"

"This man was running a red light in front of the school door and almost hit your girl." Could it be that he glanced at the man. The man's face became a little more splendid when Qian Yikun came in, and it is even more splendid now.

The little policeman who just adjusted the video hurriedly got up and said, "The money bureau is grabbing the red light."

Qian Yikun nodded slightly, looked down at her daughter, "Are you scared?"

Qian Leyi shook her head so she would not be scared.

Very good, his girl.

"Do it according to the rules." Qian Yikun said, looking down at him.

Could he curl his lips, get up and stop talking.

On the way back, Yu Yanzhou kept a small face, "Little orange also grabbed the red light."

Qian Leyi heard Yu Yanzhou's words and slammed directly at him, "I don't have it, I don't, the lamp is green, I see it green."

Yu Yanzhou was unmoved and insisted that Qian Leyi grabbed the red light.

Could it be leaning on the co-pilot seat and looking back at Bawang Ju to force the suppression of other people's speech at this moment, he yelled, "Go back to the corner of the station, an hour."

"Mommy, I don't want it, I don't have it!" Qian Leyi yelled, and standing in the corner would be very tired and boring.

Qian Leyi finished, staring at Yu Yanzhou fiercely, "I just don't have it."

Yu Yanzhou pushed the people away and sat down again to see if she had long memory.

Qian Leyi was fined at the corner of the station, just outside the door, facing the elevator.

Yu Yanzhou took a small bench and sat at the door to write homework, supervising Qian Leyi's penalty station.

Qian Leyi had been staring at Yu Yanzhou fiercely, but she didn't dare to really move, because Mommy beats people very well, she doesn't want to be beaten.

"I won't cover you anymore, hum—" Qian Leyi threatened with a milky voice.

Yu Yanzhou remained unmoved and continued to write homework.

The elevator door was opened, and Yu Jiangqing and Ding Ning came back together. When they came out, they saw Qian Leyi standing by the wall. His son sat on the ground and wrote his homework on a small bench.

This is, was fined again?

Yu Jiangqing raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out and touched Qian Leyi's little head, "Is your mother **** up again?"

"She was running through a red light and was almost hit by a car." Yu Yanzhou said with a frown on her face.

"I don't have it!" Qian Leyi jumped back and retorted. After he finished speaking, he looked at Yu Jiangqing, holding his leg in disapproval. "Uncle, I don't have it, the little monkey bullied me."

Yu Yanzhou: "..."

The little girl really owed it.

"Auntie, Little Orange is not just running a red light today, she is still in the classroom—"

"I broke, did I break?" Qian Leyi hurriedly cried out when Yu Yanzhou was about to complain, letting her mom know that she had smashed the glass in the classroom, and also took the next class. The big head was beaten, and her mother still didn't beat her.

She doesn't want to be in this class with this little monkey, so annoying.

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