The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy - Chapter 2380
Chapter 2380 His sister is a wonderful flower
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Gu Juxi struck Ye Yuwei several times and didn’t pick it up. Instead, he packed all the remaining medicines, then wrote a name and set it aside, waiting for the patient to take the medicine for a while.
The phone was hit to only 50% of the electricity left, Ye Yuwei snorted, but still missed.
But she was curious, what bracelet did Gu Juxi say?
Why didn’t she remember what bracelet she made?
After all, it’s a matter of three or four years old, and now she’s running for three immediately, and it’s not that she has no invisible human feelings for Ye Cong, and she can’t remember it is normal.
Mr. Yao Lao sent away the last patient today, rubbing his shoulder to the pharmacy.
Ye Yuwei got up and helped the old lady of the medicine to squeeze her shoulder, not caring about the vibration of her phone.
“not answer the phone?”
“Not answering.” Ye Yuwei glanced at the phone, and continued to help the old lady of medicine pinched her shoulder.
Mr. Yao Lao smiled, “Sisi came here a lot better than before.”
“Well, I sleep a lot less frequently than before, but I still can’t run.” Ye Yuwei felt a bit heavy when she thought of her daughter.
But Ye Yuwei also knew that her daughter’s life could be saved, it was already a miracle, otherwise, she did not ask.
“It’s summer again. I don’t know when the weather will change again.” Mr. Yao looked at the sky outside, worrying.
Ye Yuwei thought of last year’s flood, and he felt terrified. “Are there villagers on the mountain who haven’t come down?”
“That’s the hometown of generations, how can you say that you move,” said Mr. Yao Lao, his eyes still on the direction of the mountain.
“However, there is a possibility of flooding every year. Isn’t staying in the mountains putting yourself at risk?” Ye Yuwei doesn’t understand. Although it is not necessary to have floods every year, after all, the probability is still very high, so Ye Yuwei does not understand these people Why don’t you go down the mountain?
Everyone knows the truth, but some people are like this, the home is the root, and the roots are gone.
Not as good as her, her husband and son are gone, the world can be home.
“Okay, let’s answer the phone.” Mr. Yao Lao looked at the phone that had been ringing and got up to ask Ye Yuwei to answer the phone. She went out and looked at it.
Ye Yuwei looked back at the phone on the table, slightly pursed his lips, and thought about reaching out to take the phone over.
It’s just that she hasn’t connected her phone, and the phone has run out.
Ye Yuwei: “…”
This is not to blame her. It was Gu Juxi who perverted her cell phone to a dead battery. She blamed her.
Yuan Mo took Xixi and Gu Xicheng to the mountain. This is his base camp. Although he can follow his parents in City B, he still prefers the environment here.
“Brother, there are little hedgehogs here.” Sissi squatted down and looked at the little hedgehogs in a group, screaming in surprise.
“This one can’t touch, it will stick.”
Yuan Mo and Gu Xicheng shot almost at the same time. One person took Xiao Xixi’s wrist. Gu Xicheng wanted to hold her up and away from the little hedgehog. Yuan Mo held her hand to touch the little hedgehog and protected her may.
Gu Xicheng and Yuan Mo looked at each other. Yuan Mo let go of his hand decisively and looked down at Sisi. “His thorn is very hard. If it gets stuck, it will hurt.”
Sixi was pulled back by Gu Xicheng and took a step back with a small mouth, “but I want to take it home.”
Gu Xicheng rolled his eyes. His younger sister was a wonderful flower. Other little girls like bunnies or something. His younger sister actually liked the little hedgehog.
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