Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Fang Chengran has been cut off for two weeks, but "The World Only belongs to my Princess Her Royal Highness" is hanging at the end of the crossover gold list.

Although he hasn't updated it, he will still open his article when he whim, and take a look at the comment area under the blood.

Reader: Aunty Washes Railways, Rating: 2, Chapters Commented: 1

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Fang Chengran's eyebrows were drawn. It was this aunt who was washing the railway again. After 6 o'clock in the morning, the article issued a small advertisement. Do your boss know that so dedicated!

He deleted the comment, but his eyebrows were still open.Recently, this reader named Aunty Washing Railways is stomping under his essay every day, and all the advertisements he sends are small advertisements, three times a day is more punctual than eating!Every time he sees it, he will delete it, but the next time he comes again, there will be a new float on top.

It's almost like he's up against him!

Fang Chengran crosses the webpage and starts to tweet.

The door was knocked twice, Fang Chengran glanced sideways and said, "Please come in."

Sister Fang came in from the door, holding a plate of cut fruit in her hand.

When Fang Chengran saw her, she had a headache and said: "Sister, if it is for forced marriage again, I just fell in love, please let me decadence."

Since her sister returned from abroad, forced marriage has become the first business assigned to her by Chairman Fang. It is not easy to think about her sister.

Sister Fang put the fruit tray on the table, put her finger hair next to her right ear behind her, and leaned against the table to watch him: "You are neither willing to work in a hotel nor willing to accept a blind date. Dad is very dissatisfied with you. ."

Fang Chengran shrugged unconsciously: "He has been dissatisfied with me for more than twenty years."

Sister Fang watched him wink, and took a picture from her pocket and placed it in front of him: "Sun Yingying, Uncle Sun's palm, Dad arranged for you to meet tomorrow."

Fang Chengran glanced at the photo and smiled lightly: "So dad likes this type?"

Sister Fang looked at him and amused a smile: "Why, don't you like it? Isn't she pretty?"

"This kind of look is the type of Miss Diaoman, I can't stand it." Fang Chengran looked up at Sister Fang. "What did you say she was called? Ren Yingying? Heimuya?"

Sister Fang rolled her eyes without any trace: "Anyway, my words are here, and you are not going to be beaten by me tomorrow." She said that she turned around and walked away. When she reached the door, she turned back and added, " The time and place are written on the back of the photo."

Fang Chengran picked up the photo and looked at it with a blue pen writing a beautiful string of English-kisscatcafe, PM3:00.

Fang Chengran folded the photo into a plane, flew out the window, and landed right on...Fang's head.

Fang Chengran: "..."

Father Fang picked up the paper plane and looked up at Fang Chengran, who was standing by the window. The latter quickly returned and returned to the window.

The long table in the dining room was already filled with food. Dad Fang put down his briefcase and stood at the stairs and shouted to the second floor: "Fang Chengran, you come down to me!"

Sister Fang walked in without knowing, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Look for yourself." Dad Fang handed the paper plane in his hand, angrily.

"Fang Chengran!" Father Fang called again, and Fang Chengran slowly moved from the upper floor.