Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

Su Qianqian froze for a moment, then shook her head: "No need."

The servant's smile froze for a moment, and then he said cautiously: "Are you still angry with Master Xiu? Miss Qianqian."

Su Qianqian looked at her and smiled without denying or admitting it. She entered the living room and asked the servant who was in charge of the door key: "Can I find the key to the room I used to live in?"

She married Yi Ningxiu a year ago, and she lived in their wedding room. She had never been to the room she used to live in.

The servant quickly found the key and handed it to her, and asked, "Are you looking for something? Your legs and feet are inconvenient now, so I'll help you."

"Don't bother." She took the key and shook her head, and slowly went upstairs by herself.

The servant who was rejected by her looked at her back and couldn't recover for a moment.

No matter how dull they are, they still feel Su Qianqian's distant and polite attitude.

"How can this be troublesome... Really."

The servant sighed and shook his head.

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Su Qianqian took the door key and opened the door.

Because few people lived there, and the servants seldom cleaned it, there was actually a light layer of dust when I entered it.

The decoration of her room is pink. Mrs. Yi said at the beginning that girls should be pink and tender, and look happy, so even the curtains are light pink.

She went in and opened the window, and sat quietly on her former bed for a long time.

This is the room she has lived in for 10 years, and it seems that there is no sense of familiarity at this moment.

In fact, she doesn't like pink, and she doesn't like bows, but Madam Yi said that girls should dress up cutely. If she wants to please her, she will do everything according to her preferences.

Now that I think about it, deliberately trying to please her is no better than someone's natural liking.

There is a photo beside the bed, which is a combination of two photos, one is hers and the other is Yi Ningxiu's.

It must have been high school at that time. Yi Ningxiu was still wearing his school uniform. Su Qingqing should be standing next to him. The smile softened the whole person.

That photo turned out to be Su Qingqing's. She begged for it from her, copied another one, cut out Su Qingqing, and pasted her own photo next to it. The cropping marks were still there. It sounds neither fish nor fowl.

She held the photo and looked at it for a long time, but finally sighed softly.

It turned out that their unsuitability was already doomed.

She and Yi Ningxiu have never had a photo together since they were young. Even when taking a family portrait, Yi Ningxiu was unwilling to stand with her, and would only take a photo if he stood far away from her.When I was a child, I didn't know why he hated her. Now that I think about it, anyone who meets a fanatic like her will want to run away.

The more she craved his attention, the more he ran away from her.

The chase between them was doomed when they first met.

Now it was finally done by her own hand.

She threw the photo on the ground, looked around, and found that there was nothing that could take away her nostalgia.

Her room is like a template, everything is neatly made according to Mrs. Yi's preferences, until now, there is only that photo left, which can be called Su Qianqian's own thing.