Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

Parting from life to death, once she leaves, can we still see each other in this life?

"Ning Xiu..."

Mrs. Yi sat beside her, looking at her son hesitantly.

In the past month, Yi Ningxiu seldom went home, and he seldom even had the chance to have dinner together.Without Su Qianqian and without Yi Ningxiu, this home unexpectedly became empty.

She is not used to eating at home alone every time.When Yi Ningxiu came back tonight, he met Su Qianqian again...

Yi Ningxiu lowered his head and stood up, "I'm full."

He did not catch up, but went upstairs alone.

Mrs. Yi looked at his back and gradually became uneasy.

"You ask someone to watch him..." She turned to Uncle Lin behind her and said, "Don't let him do anything stupid."

"Yes, ma'am." Uncle Lin nodded, took out his mobile phone and called the servant upstairs.

Yi Ningxiu returned to the bedroom, and he sat by the bed, looking at everything in the room in a daze.

This room, with one person missing, made him so uncomfortable.

Everything in this room looked familiar to him, but there was no smell of her in the air, which made the whole room's layout tinged with a cold smell.

He has been working overtime and didn't come back, and he was just looking for an excuse, not wanting to face this dilapidated ending.

He sat quietly on the spot for a while, opened the door, and found a servant standing at the door. The servant was also taken aback when he opened the door. Yi Ningxiu asked, "Where did she go when she came back today?"

"The ancestral hall, and Miss Qianqian's former boudoir."

Yi Ningxiu nodded, without stopping, turned around and went up to the third floor.

When they were not married, their rooms were all scattered. Su Qianqian lived on the third floor, he lived on the fourth floor, and Su Qingqing lived on the second floor. Later, when they got married and Su Qingqing went to the United States, he and Su Qianqian lived together. Qian moved into a newly furnished house on the second floor, and the original room was put on hold, and she never went back in this year.

He came to Su Qianqian's room door, slightly dazed.

It was only then that he remembered that he had never been here in all these years.

The door was ajar, he pushed in and turned on the light.

The layout of Su Qianqian's room is obviously girlish, with pink curtains, light blue beds, and huge dolls piled in the corner, the whole room has a sweet smell.

But it has no personal characteristics at all, as if it was piled up according to a template, and he couldn't even see her true preferences at a glance.

"You wait outside." He turned his head to the servant following behind, "Don't come in."

"Yes."

Yi Ningxiu walked in slowly, and accidentally stepped on something.

He looked down, his eyes narrowed slightly.

That's a photo.

A synthetic photo.

On the top is him who was only in high school, and on the side is Su Qianqian.

He remembered very clearly that this photo was taken by him and Su Qingqing. At that time, they had just established a relationship and were in the honeymoon period. They wished they could get tired of being together all the time, and they left many pictures of each other cuddling together.

He squatted down and carefully picked up the photo that had been thrown on the ground.

The photo is slightly yellowed, and it looks like it was a long time ago, but it can be seen that it has been well maintained, and every corner has been carefully leveled.