After the Marriage Cancellation, She Becomes a True Ancestor

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At 11:30, Su Ye lifted the knife and dropped it, and a plump, complete and beautiful adult chicken was reduced to several pieces.

In this step, Su also did it quite proficiently, without even blinking his eyes.

The knife made a 'kangkang' sound on the chopping board, as cruel as it could be.

Bo Zhan calmly wiped away the little drops of blood that jumped on his face with his fingertips, pretending nothing happened, and continued to read the next steps to her.

But when Bo Zhan read the steps of the professional food critic step by step, Su Ye became more and more impatient.

This food reviewer can't wait for every small step to be divided into 10 key points to explain separately.

It's more important than her.

No, she's fine.

Su also cooked all the chicken nuggets for half an hour. Finally, she was able to heat up the oil. She rolled up her sleeves and couldn't help but ask, "Who is so forced?"

Bo Zhan looked down at the person's account name.

the name...

There is an awkwardness in the familiarity...

Awkward yet familiar...

Can't tell what's wrong.

Bo Zhan followed Su Ye's words: "This matter is called... Li Yunbai..."

"What? Li Yunbai?"

Su also squeezed the hand holding the kitchen knife for a while.

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It was the lunch break time for Yali at the moment, and the cheerful figures of the students came and went, and the laughter and laughter of the students intertwined in our ears.

The campus seemed to wake up from a dream.

In particular, the excited screams of a few girls pierced the sky, causing everyone to look in that direction.

"Ahh! It's Bo Yicheng!"

"He looks so handsome and studies so well! I wonder what his father looks like!"

"yes,

Before entering the third year of junior high school, he was ranked first in the country in the Olympiad of the high school! If I were those high school students, I wouldn't be alive! "

"What do you see him doing?"

"There seems to be an elementary school student next to him for an interview?"

Looking at the past along the line of sight——

Zhang Mao raised his small eyes to look at Bo Yicheng, the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed out, and he felt a little timid in his heart.

After looking at it for a long time, he remembered that when they were in primary school, he had seen this person pick up Bo Yimo from school.

The moment he remembered, Bo Yimo also stopped and looked over at the sound: "Brother."

And Bo Yicheng's icy face, which made people tremble from the cold, also melted like a snow mountain in an instant.

He was driving a black, low-key but very technological bicycle, showing a smile that made Su's heart tremble: "How was the interview?"

Bo Yicheng is very independent. Since he was in elementary school, he went to school by himself, left school by himself, and learned to ride a bicycle earlier than other children.

He is almost self-taught about these vehicles.

"It's okay," Bo Yimo frowned her delicate eyebrows.

"Student Bo Yicheng and I have never seen him smile like this for so long!"

"His smile is too sua!"

"It's over, it's over, it must be this picture in my dreams at night!"

But then, they saw Bo Yicheng pat the top of Bo Yimo's head affectionately, took her small red schoolbag and hooked it on his shoulders very skillfully, then helped her to get on the bike with one hand and the other with the other. back seat.

At the same time as he got into the car, he put one leg on the ground, turned his head and raised his chin towards Zhang Mao: "Have you been interviewed?"

Zhang Mao stretched out a chubby finger and pointed at himself. Some couldn't believe that such a handsome guy was talking to him, and proudly pouted his belly: "It's over!!"

Bo Yicheng narrowed his eyes and got on the bicycle.

Then he has to look after it.

He had discussed it with his father before, and they agreed on one thing.

My younger sister cannot fall in love until she is 25 years old.

Bo Yicheng was riding a bicycle around the campus, the wind blowing his white shirt collar up, and Bo Yimo was sitting sideways in the back, leaning on her brother's broad back, holding a small yellow flower in her hand.

The group of fans ran behind his car.

"Bo Yicheng's bicycle has never been ridden by anyone!"

That position has always been the queen's throne in the dreams of fans.

"Who is that little girl? She looks like a doll!"

"It seems to be my sister..."

"Sister? Darling?"

"should be!"

"Oh, I really want to be his sister!"

As soon as Bo Yicheng's bicycle drove out of the gate of the campus, he heard the car horn sounding from the side.

It's Dad's car.

Bo Yunli lowered the window of the driver's cab, the man's face was still as beautiful as heaven defying.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on the children: "Get in the car, Dad will take you home today."

Bo Yicheng was slightly startled, and parked the car beside him.

"Little Jasmine," Bo Yicheng opened the rear door and called her in a very gentle voice.

Bao Yimo responded, and instead of getting into the car directly, she went around to the driver's cab, leaned in, and pinned the little yellow flower in her hand to the collar of her father's shirt.

With a deep smile on his brows and eyes, Bo Yunli sniffed the scent of the little yellow flowers on his neckline: "Thank you, my little Jasmine."

Bo Yimo pursed her lips and smiled, then turned around and got into the car in the back seat.

Behind them, there were gasps of air.

This is Bo Yicheng's father?

This is too handsome to be too foul!

Is this family a noble from State O?

It's so white under the sun!

The car drove steadily, and Bo Yimo and Su were the same, more prone to motion sickness, but she didn't get sick in the car driven by her father.

Bo Yicheng opened the book, and Bo Yimo leaned lazily on his shoulder and took out her phone: "Brother, are you playing games?"

Bo Yicheng doted on her so much that he put the book back and took out his phone.

He has a game account, and he never plays it usually, it is specially used to coax his sister.

If the school girls saw the picture of him playing games, they would definitely be shocked again.

They have never seen the rigorous and meticulous academic bully Bo Yicheng play games!

Don't say see you, don't even dare to think about it.

Bo Yunli glanced at the rearview mirror, and said in a calm voice, "Don't play games in the car, it's easy to get motion sickness."

Bo Yimo turned her head to look at her father, and smiled coquettishly: "Just play for a while, it's okay, Dad."

It is impossible for others to see her expression except for her parents and brother.

Bo Yunli gave a low laugh.

He has nothing to do with this daughter.

Bo Yicheng operated the game in his hands, and glanced outside: "Dad, isn't this the way home?"

Bo Yunli obviously made a mistake on purpose. Hearing this, he didn't feel any sense of surprise, and his tone was as usual: "Let's take you to a restaurant to eat less."

In the back row, the siblings looked at each other, and a question mark slowly rose above their heads.

"?"

Dad never took them out to eat alone without Mom.

The corner of Bo Yunli's lips twitched into a helpless smile.

"Your mother cooks at noon, make some in advance, and don't let your mother know when you go back."

After all, he has experience...

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