divorce?Think beautifully!

Chu Mingkun was at a loss during the whole process.

He was pushing the wheelchair, while Chu Jiao walked in front, parallel to the wheelchair, talking with Mu De with a smile in a sweet voice.

Mu De listened very cultivatedly, also smiling, polite and gentle, he first thanked Chu Jiao for her greeting, and then slowly responded to her words.

"Jiaojiao is still as lively as before."

Chu Jiao laughed when she heard the words, her tone clearly regarded herself as a junior, but...it was still getting mixed up with Ming Kun, making it hard to know what to say.

"It's been many years since I disappeared. You are still as handsome as before. It's a pity that your eyes...is it sick?"

Chu Mingkun's heart skipped a beat, he turned his head and gave Chu Jiao a warning look.

"Well, it's sick," Mu De groped back, and patted Chu Mingkun's hand pushing the wheelchair to comfort him, but he still spoke gently, with a low and magnetic voice, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Chu Jiao's store has been transformed into a barrier-free store, and it is very convenient for wheelchairs to enter and exit. She leads the way in front and protects Mu De's direction to avoid people accidentally bumping into her.

"Hanxiangju is your shop?" Chu Mingkun looked around, "Why have you never heard of it?"

Chu Jiao smiled and gave him a sideways look, her tone was brisk, "Who are you, is it possible that I have to report everything to you?"

Chu Mingkun curled his lips, but was left speechless by this answer.

There is nothing wrong with it.

The two juniors were bickering, chattering, and making a lot of noise, but Mu De felt that it was inexplicably lively. He usually likes to be quiet, and he feels peaceful and peaceful when he is alone at home. ...The house seems to be a little deserted.

"Pull the chair down."

After Chu Jiao entered the store, she asked someone to arrange an exquisite private room, and by the way, she did it herself, roughly tidying up the tables and chairs.

Mu De waited with a smile, looking patient.

At this moment, Han Xiang lives outside.

"I don't care, I will eat it! Since you want to apologize to me and invite me to dinner, of course you have to do it according to my preference."

Chu Heng put his hips on his hips and stared, pretending to be fierce, but in fact his eyes were shining with enthusiasm.

Fang Yan had a severe headache, so he responded, and immediately opened the door and went down.

What is this guy thinking about?

Chu Xiaoheng was overjoyed when he saw it, jumped out of the car in a flash, and leaned forward in a rebellious manner, grabbed the man's arm, and smiled brightly, "Let's go, let's go!"

He was severely scolded by Chu's father and Chu's mother last time, and instead ran obediently to cut his hair shorter and dye it back to normal black.

Looking at it now, it is finally normal, with a big white and tender face, and when he smiles, his eyebrows and eyes are curved, lively and lively.

Fang Yan felt that this dress was pleasing to the eye, so he followed suit, and let him make a fuss. The colorful hair before... looked like a big rooster that had been dropped into a paint vat.

"Hey, this restaurant has been very popular in recent years. Every time I go back to China, I must come here to eat. I especially like their hot pot series. Why don't we eat hot pot today!"

Chu Xiaoheng was bouncing up and down, holding Fang Yan's arm and walking in, as if he was afraid that this person would regret it halfway.

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood what was going on in this guy's mind.

The bad water in my stomach is bang bang bang, it's so obvious, I thought others couldn't see it!