Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

"I can fool others, but I can't fool myself..." She wiped away her tears and said in a low voice, "I just hope that time will free me."

"One day, I will forget him."

Her love for him was like a habit, and she could only stop it if she left this place and couldn't see that person.

It is said that people who are hit by the Hua Gu Mian Palm will not die immediately.Instead, he has to wait until the person tells him that you are dead before he knows, ah, I am dead.

She is like this now, just waiting for someone to tell her, Su Qianqian, you are dead.

Then she died.

She waited for that day to come.

Completely give up on him.

As the night gradually fell, her eyes were as deep as mist, and the colorful lights of the city fell on her face, like a misty mask, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.

Autumn nights are a bit more bleak and cold than summer nights.

The snacks and coffee on the table were getting cold, Yi Ningxia said, "It's time to go back."

Su Qianqian nodded.

Yi Ningxia waved his hand and invited the waiter to pay the bill. The waiter who came over was a young girl who stared at Yi Ningxia while cashing out: "Excuse me, are you..."

Yi Ningxia stretched out his index finger to his lips and gave a "hush" sound, then winked at her a little mysteriously.

"You are really...!" The little waiter was so excited that he lowered his voice and screamed softly.

"I'm sorry, you misidentified the person." The man put on his sunglasses gracefully, smiled wickedly at the little waiter, turned around and pushed Su Qianqian away.

The little girl stared blankly at Yi Ningxia's back, unable to recover for a while.

... In the end, is it him?

Su Qianqian was pushed out, she smiled and said, "You are still so wicked."

Yi Ningxia took off the sunglasses and threw them to her, and asked with a smile: "Do you remember the last time grandpa was buried?"

"What's wrong?" Su Qianqian looked up at him holding his sunglasses.

"You know how I drove those annoying reporters away?"

There was a childish naughty complacency in his voice.

That time when Yi Lao was buried, many media reporters were moved by the wind, and the entire cemetery was packed to the brim, but Yi Ningxia just went to say a few words and came back that day, and he didn't know what he said.

"What did you say?"

"I told them, whoever runs fast, I will interview him today."

Su Qianqian's brows and eyes widened, she covered her mouth and smiled and said, "But you went back with us that day, and you all asked for leave later. You are so wicked."

Yi Ningxia has always been famous in the entertainment circle for doing his own thing. If he doesn't want to answer a press conference, he will never say a word. If he doesn't want to come, he will think he won't come. Mixed to the point of this red and purple.

This guy is just so wicked, but isn't this wickedness spoiled by media reporters?

Everyone is willing to watch him play big names, talk about his big names, Yi Ningxia has always been the darling of the media.

No matter how outrageous things he did, no matter how many media outlets hacked him, the number of his fans has always been more or less.

People are really powerful.

No matter how bad the script is, if he plays it, it will be a big hit; no matter how bad the lyrics are, if he sings it, it will become a classic love song; any photo on the street is better than other star studios. The effect is good...