The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 2780: Fried bean sprouts with scallions: boss, don't ask so many questions

Chapter 2780: Fried bean sprouts with scallions: boss, don’t ask so many questions

After taking the room card, Xin Ya followed ye Cong back to her room.

To put it bluntly, a luxurious suite was a presidential suite. Sleeping in the living room was no problem.

Xin Ya entered the room. The heating inside finally brought people back to life.

“Go and get the water. I want to take a shower,”ye Cong took off his coat and said directly.

“OH.”Xin Ya curled her lips slightly and turned to go to the bathroom to get the water.

Ye Cong threw his jacket on the sofa and followed Xin ya to the bathroom. He watched her squat down and wipe the bathtub. The corner of her lips curled up slightly with a gentleness that others could not see.

Ye Cong especially liked to bully Xin ya, especially when he saw how she dared to be angry but did not dare to speak up.

“Hey, boss, I just –“Xin ya thought and suddenly turned to look at Ye Cong. The smile on Ye Cong’s face instantly disappeared, as if he had never smiled before.

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Xin Ya:”…”

Was she mistaken just now?

It seemed so. How could someone like her boss smile at her?

“I just want to ask, what exactly are we doing here?”Xin Ya said as she turned back to put down the water for the bathtub and then continued to do so.

“Boss, don’t ask so many questions. Those who don’t listen will be sold,”ye Cong said as he turned around and walked out.

Xin Ya turned around and made a face at his back. Who would have thought that ye Cong would suddenly turn around and look at her as if he was telepathic.

Xin Ya blinked and continued to blink. The face that changed from a face to a smile was a little harsh.

Ye Cong sneered and turned around to leave.

Xin Ya reached out and patted her chest. It was said that Ye Cong was going to be thirty this year. A thirty-year-old man really couldn’t afford to be hurt.

Ye Cong was taking a shower while Xin ya was outside holding her phone to read her favorite author’s latest update. She also saw the author’s Weibo and saw her reply that the film and television series had been suspended due to an internal issue, however, she would definitely not stop filming so that everyone could rest a.s.sured. Furthermore, she was not a screenwriter, so she did not know the current filming process and the content was not very clear, so everyone did not need to ask her in private messages.

Sister Mao was in charge of Xin Ya’s Weibo. Because sister Mao was afraid that Xin Ya would post something wrong, she did not allow Xin ya to post her own Weibo. Xin Ya had an alternate account that even sister Mao did not know about. There were not many fans on it, so it could be considered her own little world.

[ all the other children have gone home: I hope that Da Da is the scriptwriter himself. This way, no one will change da DA’s thoughts at will. ]

Xin Ya held her chin and replied with this sentence. She often used her alternate account to reply to the author, but basically, it wouldn’t be seen. The author had over 400,000 fans, which was quite a lot among the authors, every time she posted, there would be around 1,000 to 2,000 replies. Basically, no one would notice her.

[ Jiang Yang Grand Thief (pure fiction) :@all the other children have gone home. hahahaha, the children who have been sold can’t help themselves. ]

Eh?

Xin Ya rubbed her eyes and looked at the reply. She was sure that the author had replied to her. She screamed and ran to the bathroom door, slamming the door hard, “Boss, boss, the author has replied to me. The author has replied to me.”

Xin Ya was still shouting when the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open. The man inside instantly appeared in front of her.

The man’s upper body was still covered in water droplets, and this handsome man coming out of the shower made it hard for her to s.h.i.+ft her gaze.

Xin Ya:”…”

Gulp, Gulp —

Fair skin, tight muscles, and that devilish face.

Xin Ya’s feet took root. She swore that she really wanted to turn around at this moment, she swore.