When she received Ji Xiubei's WeChat message, Ms. Jin Yuya was leaning on the sofa, wearing a mask while holding Pipi Shrimp and crying.

"It's so pitiful, why can't a lover end up married?"

"Why is fate so unfair?"

"I'm going to send the screenwriter a blade!"

Ji Huaitao, who was sitting on the single sofa next to him and reading financial magazines, looked up at the love of life and death on TV, and then looked at his wife who was crying into tears, and sighed incomprehensibly, "These are all deceiving young girls, do you believe it?" ”

Hearing this, Ms. Jin Yuya ripped off the mask and stopped crying, but looked at Ji Huaitao in disbelief, and her voice was a little hoarse, "Ji Huaitao, do you think I'm old?" Okay, you're finally telling the truth, aren't you? I knew that you ungrateful and negative man, you must have a dog outside. I have been devoted to you for so many years, giving birth to children for you, and being diligent and thrifty, but I didn't expect to be disgusted by you in the end, and I don't live my ......."

“……”

In the face of Ms. Jin Yuya's accusation, Ji Huaitao looked indifferent, and he didn't even have the slightest weakness.

Because he knows that his wife is a drama spirit, and it is the Nth time that the wife of the bad chaff is abandoned after her husband is prosperous.

He really regretted it......

Why talk more?

"Why don't you speak? You're empty-hearted, aren't you? Am I right? ”

Ms. Jin Yuya's addiction to drama has increased instead of decreasing, she touched the dog's head of Pipi Shrimp, and burst into tears, "Even if you don't look at me, you have to look at our son, right?" Look at it, it's so cute, how can you bear to leave our mother and son? Who can give birth to such a lovely son to you? And it's only a year old......"

Glancing at the leather shrimp in Jin Yuya's arms, the corners of Ji Huaitao's mouth twitched fiercely.

Indeed, no one can give birth.

Seeing that no matter how she acted, no one took over the play, Jin Yuya suddenly lost interest, snorted lazily, and leaned back on the sofa, "It's boring." I really don't know why such an interesting soul of mine fell in love with you in the first place, and gave birth to a son who is even more boring than you. ”

Ji Huaitao: "......"

Jin Yuya continued to talk to herself, re-held the dog head of Pipi Shrimp, and said with a smile, "It's still our shrimp baby cute, cuter than both of you." ”

At this moment, Jin Yuya's mobile phone resting on the coffee table lit up.

Ji Huaitao coughed uncomfortably and reminded, "Your boring son sent you a message." ”

Hearing this, Jin Yuya's eyes lit up, and she picked up her mobile phone to see that it was true!

All her attention was immediately attracted by the boring son on the mobile phone, Ji Huaitao took advantage of this time to slip away, so as not to have some accidents later, and he lay down again.

Within half a minute of Ji Xiubei's message, he received a reply from Ms. Jin Yuya.

Always Eighteen-Year-Old Little Fairy: No, I haven't been since you last finished speaking. Lovely. JPG

After the news was issued, Ms. Jin Yuya's face was rarely empty, how could she still have the look of looking at Ji Huaitao just now?

Ji: You're honest and serious.

Obviously, Ji Xiubei, who knows his mother deeply, doesn't believe it.

Always an eighteen-year-old fairy: Okay, yes, yes. Son, mom is all for your good, this Fu Zichen is always pestering Xiaoxi, how can mom not keep an eye on it for you? Anyway, no matter what you say, I won't give up, unless he doesn't pester. Pouting. JPG