The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy - Chapter 1773
Chapter 1773 Qian Yikun is out
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“Furthermore, you still want to marry me, it’s pretty beautiful.” Murphy said, and went back to eat instant noodles.
Ye Cong wiped his face enough, and took it to the bathroom to wash his face with suspicion, and then returned to sit on the sofa again after washing.
“Don’t put gold on your face, I won’t want someone else’s woman.” Ye Cong didn’t forget to swipe to Murphy with cold eyes.
Could it be that he rolled his eyes directly before saying: “It seems like a woman will want you.”
Ye Cong was also not annoyed, he told his thoughts, whether it was Ye Cong or Mo Fei, these two names exist.
If these two people get married, it means that a certain road is going to be unified, and they will be the world in the future.
After listening to Ye Cong’s words, I thought it was a good idea.
Now her and Qian Yikun’s wedding no longer exists, and she and Qian Yikun have long diverged.
“As long as I marry you, whether it is Mo Tian or someone else, I don’t want to miss it.” Ye Cong said confidently, “If you are afraid that some people are angry, forget it.”
Some people are angry?
Should the man who had quit her life long ago?
Could it be that the last bite of soup was taken and the instant noodles were directly photographed on the table, “It’s just getting married, what’s so great, would I be afraid of others getting angry?”
Ye Congxiao: “What you want is your domineering, anyway, people who don’t have an ID card, don’t need to get a marriage certificate, just need a way to get married, on January 5th.”
Could it be: “…”
Is n’t that intentional?
Ye Cong looked at Mo Fei’s suddenly collapsed expression, a flash of pride flashed in his eyes, “Why? Afraid of him being sad?”
“Who’s afraid, that day will be the day, but you have to make sure you can hold Mo Tian, and then Qi Ge will save the child.” Murphy said quickly. “However, Mo Tian’s man is very cunning, we will do it long ago. Well, if he does n’t kill him, he will blow up his determination. Are you really going to die with me? ”
Ye Cong: “…”
It turns out that I don’t want to.
After all, there are still many things to do when he is alive.
The news that Ye Cong and Mo Fei were about to get married swept across the road. Gu Juxi sat behind the desk and looked at the news. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his mood was obviously very good.
After all, Qian Yikun was out and he was very happy.
Facing the enemy in the past, Gu Juxi never knew what was pitiful.
Ye Xicheng played with Gu Juxi ’s mobile phone for a while, after all, his mother still expected him to bring her a daughter-in-law. The account of the drift bottle is also his own, but his mobile phone ca n’t log in to the drift bottle. He said he would have to wait until he was ten years old before giving him a mobile phone that could be used on a drift bottle.
Gu Juxi glanced down at the phone page, “Did this come?”
Gu Juxi said that even his own daughter-in-law and her own son wanted to despise even joking.
Ye Xicheng lifted his pants, then climbed on Gu Juxi’s leg, reached for the mouse and clicked on the drift bottle again, planning to play the big one.
“My daughter-in-law is so good to float, it’s not a good daughter-in-law, my mum said.” Ye Xicheng said, and the little hand was still holding the drift bottle.
Gu Juxi directly looked up at the sky-Huaban, his daughter-in-law is a personal talent.
Ye Xicheng is actually boring, there is nothing fun here, his sister is naive, he would rather play drifting bottle.
When Qian Yikun got the news, he was still looking for the parents of two other children at the police station as if he were walking with his body.
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