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There is no class, no class, respect for teachers: children!

Sure enough, the father is the one who has a solution to his mother. There are still some solutions for the two of them to spend their whole life together.

But even so, Yuan Ye's heart was not relieved.

How should she tell her parents about the matter between her and Ding Junhui?

When Ding Junhui came back, Yuan Ye was watching TV with a pillow in his arms.

He closed the door and came in, changed his shoes and walked over, "Have you got up?" After Ding Junhui went over, he sat down on the sofa, reached out and hugged the person in his arms, "What are you planning to do recently?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet." Yuan Ye said, looking up at Ding Junhui, "I want to go for an interview, but now I have no way out and don't know how to start."

"The company will arrange it at that time." Ding Junhui held her hand, "You are not in a hurry to do this, wait until you graduate."

"The main reason is that I have nothing to do now." Yuan Ye said, looking back at Ding Junhui, "Who asked you to finish my paper so quickly?"

Ding Junhui yelled and whispered in her ear: "It's not boring to have a baby."

"Ahemhem—"

In one sentence, Yuan almost scared to death.

Ding Junhui put the person down and glanced at her, "You are so funny, are you still taking it seriously?"

Yuan Ye looked at Ding Junhui going to the kitchen and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He felt that what he said was not a joke.

Ding Junhui poured out the water, and Yuan Ye tilted his head slightly, "How old is your sister's child?"

"You said little orange? You're over one year old." Ding Junhui thought that his little niece's heart would be so cute, just like Ding Yueka when he was a child, but now Ding Yueka has grown up, it's not fun anymore.

Ding Yuejia: "..."

Uncle, what's the most annoying.

"Little Orange?" Yuan also remembered that white and tender little doll, but it really didn't look like an orange.

"Fefei likes to eat." Ding Junhui said, sitting next to her, "Why did you suddenly think of this problem?"

"Nothing." Yuan also took the cup he handed over and held it in his palm.

Yuan didn't ask about this after this, Ding Junhui was indeed joking, Yuan also continued to fight with her mother, but her mother's attitude was better.

Previously, Ding Junhui was reported by the media for leading students to win big prizes. This time Yuan actually saw his detailed information.

That day she and Huang Xuxu were shopping on the street. His information appeared on the film and television walls of the shop. The handsome man was his life below, and his golden shining was a bit dazzling.

But Yuan Ye's eyes fell on the birth column, "He is less than thirty?"

Huang Xuxu lay on her shoulder and looked at it, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it will be only thirty in January next year. Our Ding Shuai is considered a young man to be successful, right?"

Yuan also always thought that he was at least thirty years old.

It's really scary that I'm just over thirty years old in two or three months.

"Hey, so, your male god's birthday is on January, what are you going to give away?" Huang Xuxu said, taking Yuan Ye to continue shopping.

What to give?

Giving it to yourself?

This doesn't work, there's nothing new.

child!

Two words rushed into her mind miraculously, and the next second she shivered. This was too scary. No, absolutely not.

"What are you thinking?" Huang Xuxu looked at the woman with a strange expression and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing." Yuan also said hurriedly, "What the hell are you going to buy?"
Chapter completed!
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