I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

Nangong Jue came down soon, and had changed into simple black home clothes, which made him look taller and longer, but compared to the beasts in suits and leather shoes before... Bah, he looked well-dressed, but now it's a little more flamboyant.

Of course, there is a little more sullen abstinence.

Although she didn't want to take over this man, it didn't prevent Le Yao from appreciating the beauty. The so-called beauty was delicious, but that was the case. She finally understood what Song Qiaoqiao said before, seeing Wu Ya eating two more bowls of rice.

Because she also ate two bowls, she ate it straight.

Aunt Bai delivered the hawthorn soup in good time.

After drinking a bowl, I finally felt comfortable.

Le Yao ignored the teasing in the other's eyes, got up and walked out.

This time, Nangong Jue did not stop him, but just got up and followed: "We will continue tomorrow night, Sunday, which happens to be the last day of the week, twice a week as promised."

Le Yao turned her head and glared at the other party. The stinky man was too stupid, but she knew she couldn't refuse, so she didn't bother to waste her saliva. She snorted and walked away holding her stomach.

Nangong Jue watched Le Yao enter Villa No. 2 before returning and rubbing his stomach, he was fed up too. Such a good day.

The next morning, Le Yao connected with Qiao Qiao and broadcast it live. In the evening, he went to the next door to cook a meal. Of course, he also went back after eating.

As a result, when he entered the door, he saw that Han Baozhu had just hung up the phone and asked casually, "Who's calling?"

"It's the village chief." Han Baozhu didn't hide it, "Alan, we have to go back."

"What happened?" Le Yao frowned.

"No." Han Baozhu hurriedly waved his hand, "It's just that we haven't been back for a few months. We still have three acres of land in our family. Now it's time to plant autumn corn."

"When are you going to go back?" Le Yao's eyes lit up when she heard that, "I'll be with you then." In Han Binglan's memory, the days in Lishuzhuang were actually her happiest days.

"Didn't the doctor say let's draw the line tomorrow? Then Tuesday or Wednesday." Han Baozhu smiled. After the line was drawn, he didn't have to sit in a wheelchair all the time.

"Okay." Le Yao nodded, so she had time to go to the mall to buy something. When she went back, she would always bring some gifts to the villagers who helped her.

I went to the hospital early the next morning. The doctor said that Han Baozhu was recovering very well. After drawing the thread, he should exercise slowly and it would be no problem to return to normal.

In the afternoon, Le Yao took Han Xiangdong to the mall to buy gifts.

Just after paying the money here, the old mobile phone in the bag rang.

Le Yao frowned slightly. She originally thought it would be someone from Korea Sheng, but she found out that it was an unfamiliar number, so she hesitated and picked it up.

"Han Binglan." A woman's voice came over, a little sharp, "Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

Le Yao frowned, why is her tone so aggressive? But he still said politely: "Who are you?"

"Don't you know who I am?"

"Should I know? If I don't say it, I'll hang up."

"You dare to hang up and try!"

Le Yao pursed her lips, gave it a try, and hung up decisively.

"Whose phone number?" Han Xiangdong asked.

"A neurotic." Le Yao didn't care, "Let's go, go back."

And He Rong on the other side:...

Is this woman going to heaven? Really hang up her phone?