Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

"I'm willing to degrade myself." Xu Zui spoke venomously, and said disdainfully, "If Mo Ling dared to treat me like that, I would have thrown him aside long ago."

Su Qianqian just smiled.

"But you can finally let it go now, he's getting married anyway. You can't be together anymore."

"I never thought we'd be together again." Su Qianqian shook her head, "I said it a long time ago. It's absolutely impossible to be together in this life."

Xu Zui was bored for a while, she looked at Su Qianqian's face, and was silent for a moment.

Because of love, so can not forgive those hurt.

Because of love, so can not be together.

Xu Zui couldn't stand the dull atmosphere, so he turned to the side and poured another bowl of broth into her hand: "I have to drink this bowl, I've boiled it all night, ten catties of bones, don't waste my cook painstaking effort."

Su Qianqian chuckled a few times, and took a few sips of it.

Her mouth was so greasy that she really couldn't drink it.

Su Yue looked at her face, and obediently reached out to drink by herself.

Seeing this, Xu Zui couldn't help but reached out and patted Su Yue's little head: "Snacks."

Su Qianqian looked at Xu Zui's smiling face, she had a gentle smile on her face as always, but her gaze passed through her, and the focus was shushed, and loneliness flashed across her eyes.

She did not speak again.

She once read a sentence in a book.

One of the things I want most is actually to put a switch on my heart, which can be turned on or off at any time.In this way, when I want to love you, I love you, and when I don't want to love you, I really don't love you.

I don't want to love you anymore.

Yi Ningxiu.

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Private waters in Chicago, USA.

In front of a villa on a small island.

Wearing a tight black leather skirt, a woman with a fiery figure got off the yacht in a hurry. She was wearing fifteen centimeter high heels, covered with white fur, and had a delicate little face with exquisite makeup and fiery red lips.

When the guard standing at the door saw the woman, he immediately straightened up and saluted her: "Miss!"

With a sneer on the corner of Doreen's lips, she said to the two people standing at the door: "Open the door, I want to see Lance!"

"Master Lance has ordered, he will not see anyone this month!"

"No one?" Doreen asked back, and the smile on her face turned colder, "The guy who dared to leave me the business in Las Vegas and went to Myanmar to travel by himself, now dares to leave for a month." No one? Good boy, I haven't seen you in half a year, the skin has grown." The long legs kicked hard on the iron door, and she said coldly, "Open the door!"

When the hand was put down, the door panel had already been dented with the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.

A stream of cold sweat dripped from the foreheads of the two guards.

"Miss, please don't embarrass us, we..."

Before the man finished speaking, a silver pistol was pressed against the forehead.

There was a cruel sneer at the corner of Doreen's mouth, and there was already a trace of murderous look on her face: "Although I have a much better temper than that kid, I didn't say that my endurance is better than him."

"Crack."

She pressed the bolt of the gun.

"Open the door!"

The man stood still.

Although cold sweat had soaked his back, he still didn't move.

His face was pale and trembling, he closed his eyes, as if he was looking at death as if he were at home.

Doreen hooked the corner of her mouth, but put down the gun instead.