The right to love

"Alas, why am I so miserable! It's okay to be deceived by you to get married, even the emotional intelligence of the daughter you gave birth to is so low. He Jing said with a sad face.

Ye Hu's face twitched, this pot is really simple, what should I do? Throw it back? Of course not, I can only carry it.

"Yes, yes, my wife is right."

"Since you also think you are cheating on marriage, then divorce." He Jing was ringed on his chest and said arrogantly.

"What! Divorce!!! Ye Hu immediately became calm when he heard this.

"yes, divorce, and then I'm going to travel the world alone." He Jing said beautifully.

"......" What else can he say, he spoiled his wife, and he had to spoil him while crying.

"Wife, I just got you a dress from Australia* that Oni made himself. Since I'm going to get divorced, I'd better quit! Also, Chanel's latest limited edition fragrance is also back! Oh, there'......" Ye Hu was about to continue, and He Jing covered his mouth.

"I didn't say anything just now."

"Well, I didn't say anything." Ye Hu smiled and said.

Ye Zixuan saw her parents abusing the dog like this, and silently walked back to the room to sleep.

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Bai Xiao and Wang Yuan quarreled for a long time

"You're not finished! Disturb me every day to chase the male god, just beat me. Are we acquainted? Bai Xiao puffed out his mouth angrily.

"Qianxi has someone he likes, he can't like you, you should die!"

"It's okay, I can wait for him, so please don't bother me chasing the male god." Bai Xiao said solemnly, "Now I'm going home to sleep, goodbye!" ”

After saying that, he raised his feet and left.

Wang Yuan pulled Bai Xiao over and held him in his arms. A van sped by.

Bai Xiao tore off Wang Yuan's hand, broke free from Wang Yuan's arms, and slapped Wang Yuan in the face.

"Please respect yourself." After saying that, turn around and leave.

Wang Yuan put his tongue on the mouth of the beaten side, and walked away expressionlessly.

Forget it, she doesn't have me in her heart, so whatever I do is worthless in her eyes. But I like to be cheap, so I put my face on her and hit her. Perhaps, this is the sorrow of the one who falls in love first, and the privilege of the one who is loved!