Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

Mu Qiaozhi had been recuperating for more than a week, because his wounds were small and he recovered relatively quickly, and he could go out after staying in the hospital for a few more days.

Su Qianqian sat in the wheelchair and looked at Mu Qiaozhi. This guy entered the hospital a day earlier than her, and his face was rosier than hers.

The man looked at her gently, with the infusion bottle hanging in his hand, his eyes were warm, and he looked a bit like the professor Mu he saw in the coffee shop before.

Su Qianqian didn't like Mu Qiaozhi, but after all, he was in the same ward as Yi Ningxiu, and he was also Yi Ningxiu's brother. She also wanted to know why Yi Ningxiu was discharged from the hospital without recovering from his injuries.

"Miss Su." Mu Qiaozhi smiled, "You seem to want to ask me a question."

Su Qianqian's eyes flickered: "Why did he go out so early?"

"Miss Su is still very concerned about him." Mu Qiaozhi said.

Su Qianqian glanced at him, and asked a little strangely, "After all, he grew up together, shouldn't I care about him?"

Her gaze was calm, and her dark eyes were so clear that she could see into her heart.

Mu Qiao felt guilty after looking at her a few times.

He seemed to understand why Yi Ningxiu hated him.

He not only ruined his own love with his own hands, but also ruined his brother's.

Su Qianqian's eyes were clean, and she didn't have any love for Yi Ningxiu.

The clouds and mist of the past seemed to have completely disappeared in her eyes.

What was unforgettable in the past is now calm and breezy.

He didn't dare to look, and turned his eyes slightly, his mood suddenly became heavy.

He said, "Ning Xiu has gone home."

"go home?"

Su Qianqian frowned.

He came in such a hurry, how could he leave without saying goodbye?

"Because a very important thing happened, he wanted to confirm the truth of that matter." Mu Qiaozhi looked at Su Qianqian and smiled, "Dare to ask Miss Su, how much do you know about your own life experience? "

Hearing this, Su Qianqian just glanced at him lightly: "I don't care about this matter anymore."

Maybe it used to be curious, but now it doesn't matter.

"Is it because I don't care anymore, or because I don't dare to understand?"

Su Qianqian looked at him, "I know nothing less than you. I can only rely on guessing, but after going further, I know that my guess is not wrong. But it is meaningless. Even if that So what if it's the truth? It has nothing to do with me."

It might sound cruel to say that, but what those people did to her was more cruel than she cared about.

No matter how soft the heart is, it will become indifferent under those things.

Mu Qiaozhi looked into her clean eyes, sighed inwardly, and said, "You see better than him."

Su Qianqian frowned: "He knows?"

"I told him." Mu Qiaozhi said, "He has the right to know the truth."

Su Qianqian looked out the window, wondering what she was thinking.

After a while, she said: "Actually, I don't blame him anymore. He is the only son, and he has more responsibilities... than me."

Just don't love him anymore.

No amount of deep love can withstand his profligacy.

Sometimes I also dream about the past, loving someone unreservedly and doing his best for him wholeheartedly. In the dream, the person's eyebrows and eyes are very clear, still carrying the coldness of his youth, beautiful and nostalgic.

It's just that they've all grown up.

Childhood sweethearts, no guesses.

In the end, it can't be compared to the ruthless years, and things are different.