The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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"Yu Fen's father heard about this, of course he reprimanded me severely. Yu Fen also pestered me every day and asked me to be responsible. I dare not let your mother and grandparents know, thinking about changing jobs and escaping from this place. place."

"But for some reason, your grandparents knew the news. They were looking forward to having a grandson, so there was some activity in their hearts. I still dare not tell your mother, I really don't know how to say it!"

"At this moment, Yu Fen came here with a big belly..."

Ye Jingrong broke off at this point, but Ye Zhiqiu also knew what happened afterwards. [

She knew her mother, her husband "betrayed" her, Xiao San blocked the door with her stomach full, and her parents-in-law were still thinking about whether to keep this grandson.

Although her mother is very peaceful, she is very proud in her bones.

She couldn't bear to have her innocent feelings being tarnished, or her happy marriage being betrayed.

And Ye Jingrong's weak attitude and not daring to face it made her give up on this marriage even more.

So he signed a divorce agreement and took her away from home.

From then on, the sky is on each side until the yin and yang are separated.

"I thought the matter was over like this. I really didn't expect that when I saw your mother again, it was at the cemetery!"

"When I first received a call from Qi's family, I was in a daze. Without even thinking about it, I left my job in Shangcheng and came here by train overnight, but I still haven't seen her for the last time!"

"Zhiqiu, Dad is sorry for you. Although I took you back, I wanted to take good care of you, but I really don't know how to tell you about it!"

"Dad knows I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you. I haven't done anything for you for so many years. Dad is really useless!"

"dad!--"

Ye Zhiqiu finally couldn't help it, and threw himself into Ye Jingrong's arms, crying bitterly.

Spring hate and autumn sorrow are all self-inflicted.

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