The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

This was the reason Ding Junqi wanted. Otherwise, he didn't know what reason he would use to call him back.

He was an actor and also a businessman, so he couldn't be blamed for being a philistine.

The movie itself was already one-third finished, so it was too late to change the previous scenes. Therefore, even if there was a new scriptwriter, it was impossible to change the previous plot.

The news that the original author was the screenwriter was released early the next morning. Furthermore, the original author had reposted and admitted to this matter. He did not reveal the couple that he had taken drugs with.

Ye Cong, who had originally planned to have fun for three days, brought Xin ya back early because of the time limit. Due to the limited filming time, everyone wished they could turn one day into two days.

Coincidentally, Ye Cong had some matters to attend to during that period of time, so he finally left the production team. Before he left, he instructed sister Mao to keep an eye on Xin Ya. The main reason was to keep an eye on Xin Ya so that she wouldn't be bullied.

Xin Ya was the last to know that Ye Cong was going to leave for a period of time. At that time, they had just returned to their home in B City and hadn't gone to Lin City yet.

When she first found out, Xin Ya was still a little shocked. It was probably because in her subconscious mind, ye Cong had always felt like he had nothing to do. Now that he was going to leave so suddenly, it felt like he had to leave for more than a month. Then, the new year would be over.

Her birthday was also over.

Ye Cong changed his clothes and came out. He saw Xin ya standing by the bed and helping him pack his luggage. He said while tying his sleeves, "You don't have to pack. I'm not bringing any."

"Ah?"Xin Ya turned to look at the man who came out. "You haven't brought any luggage for such a long time?"

"You don't have to,"ye Cong said. He looked at the frowning Xin Ya and reached out to pinch her face. "I'll definitely rush back before your birthday. If you have anything to say, Tell Sister Mao. You can say whatever you want. You Don't have to be afraid of offending people."

Xin Ya let out a muffled "OH". She could not describe the feeling, but it was uncomfortable.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly. He heard the doorbell ring. "Sister Mao is here to pick you up."

Xin Ya curled her lips slightly and took the lead to turn around and leave. She only hung her head low, making people look a little pitiful.

Ye Cong curled his lips. Did the little girl know that she could not bear to part with him?

It was a good sign.

Sister Mao was not the least bit curious when she saw Ye Cong walk past Xin ya after Xin Ya opened the door.

Xin Ya only reacted after she opened the door. When Sister Mao looked at her, she hurriedly said, "Um, um, I'm here to help the boss pack his things."

Sister Mao glanced at her and directly looked at Ye Cong. Ye Cong stood behind Xin ya and said, "Keep an eye on her."

"Yes, President Ye,"sister Mao said and looked at Xin Ya. "Let's go. The director is in a hurry. They're waiting for you."

Xin Ya nodded and turned to look at Ye Cong again. Then, she left with sister Mao.

Ye Cong watched Xin ya leave and reached out to pinch his wrist. Then, he turned and went back to the bedroom.

There were some things that he had to solve, but those things could not be known by Xin Ya.

Xin Ya returned to the set and was so busy that she did not have time to think about Ye Cong. Ye Cong would call her regularly to ask if she had caused any trouble.

Xin Ya always felt that she was not that worrisome?

"I didn't cause any trouble. If you don't believe me, Ask Sister Mao,"Xin ya refuted after filming a scene. She hid in a corner and put on a down jacket.

At this moment, Ye Cong was in a certain country. He had an injury on his shoulder, and the doctor was still suturing it. However, he didn't seem to feel it at all.

"It's almost the spring festival. Where's my present?"Ye Cong asked indifferently. Listening to her aggrieved rebuttal, he didn't care about any injury.