The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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On the way back, Qian Leyi looked backwards at Yu Yanzhou: "Hey, Tang Beibei really likes you."

Yu Yanzhou looked at her lukewarmly, "Do you know what you like?"

"Who said I don't know? Don't Don Babe just like you?" Qian Leyi chuckled, not to be stupid, she knew it very well.

Yu Yanzhou looked at the pretend smart girl in front of her and yelled, "What do you know." After Yu Yanzhou finished, she ignored her and strode back across her.

Qian Leyi gave a sigh, hurried up, jumped and hugged his shoulders, "Why do you have such a bad temper? I just know."

Yu Yanzhou shook her arm away and didn't want to take care of her, but the more he didn't want to do anything himself, Qian Leyi had to do anything, so she chased it decisively.

On the road of the community, the picture that disappeared for more than a year appeared again, and it would not make people feel abrupt.

When Qian Leyi was in the sixth grade, her mother gave her a chubby younger brother. Qian Leyi went to the hospital that day and Yu Yanzhou bit her ear and said that her younger brother was a little ugly.

But her grandparents' grandma's grandma's grandma's affection filter is a little thick, and they all say that they look good.

Yu Yanzhou also felt that this baby was really not pretty, just like a little monkey.

But thinking about it this way, his face was not so pretty. How did he feel that his little monkey's nickname came like this?

Yu Yanzhou looked subconsciously at himself in the mirror, clearly handsome.

The child who grew up with the advantages of father and mother, who has been a school grass since childhood, where is he like a little monkey?

Because her younger brother was born, her mother couldn't beat her anymore. Qian Leyi was Ke Jiner's Sa Huan'er. She instantly felt that having a younger brother was also good.

It's just that every time she looked at her mother's eyes, she thought it might be the warning eyes of Qiuhou.

In a flash, they moved to the city and once again lived opposite the Yu's house. Qian Leyi and Yu Yanzhou also became junior high school children.

Yu Yanzhou still remembers what he threatened Qian Leyi to get her first place in a suburban elementary school exam when he was in the primary school junior high school exam, so they can confirm that they are in a class.

Qian Leyi was originally not allowed, but Yu Yanzhou said that her brother could already walk now, she had never thought about it, what would happen if her mother knew what she was doing at school?

Will crack her skin.

Qian Leyi thought so, he was trembling all over, and now he didn't want to think about anything. He smiled and agreed to Yu Yanzhou's request. He also asked him to forget all those things if he could take the first place.

Yu Yanzhou readily agreed, in addition to those things, there are other things in his hands.

Therefore, Bawang Ju is absolutely better than Yu Yanzhou.

Therefore, in the first day of the class, the two are in the same class, there are Tang Beibei and Lu Zhangxiu, and Fang Xu who does not let Yu Yanzhou like it.

The junior high school teacher does not allow boys and girls to sit together, so Yu Yanzhou and Lu Zhangxiu, who are about the same height as him, naturally fall into a group.

Qian Leyi felt that these two little foxes were put together.

Regardless of whether they came from an urban elementary school or a suburban elementary school, as long as they had participated in the winter camp, they felt that the two foxes were separated.

Tang Beibei does not want to sit with Qian Leyi, and still thinks that Qian Leyi has cheated. Qian Leyi cut it, is she too lazy to cheat?

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