Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 586 The days of his absence!

"No need." She shook her head, her pale face covered with sadness, "Chu Ying in the last life is dead, and I am Su Xiaoxiao in this life."

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Leng Xianchen stopped insisting, "I'll take you to the forbidden area."

No matter whether she is Chu Ying or Su Xiaoxiao, in his heart, she is her and has never changed.

Five days later, she returned to Qiu's villa in country A city A in Su Xiaoxiao's body, and it felt like centuries had passed.

She handed over the divorce agreement to Chen'er, and Chen'er said that he would hand it over to the relevant department when he returned to Country A. She remembered that he once said that without his consent, no one in this world would dare to handle their divorce procedures.

Now that I think about it, it's ironic. When he said that, did he ever think that one day he would take the initiative to propose a divorce?

Chen'er's confidentiality work is flawless. It stands to reason that the news of A Chengqiu's divorce and disappearance is so explosive that a single piece of news can cause a lot of trouble in the city, but so many days have passed without even a word of it being revealed.

Looking at the Six Realms, except for the few people who were at Leng's house that day, no one else seemed to know that he was no longer there.

All the properties of the Qiu family were secretly assigned to Qiu Yichen. In order not to cause confusion, Qiu Yichen made people announce that Qiu Shuoyan would not be able to return to the country after a business trip abroad, and some matters concerning the company and the road were temporarily left to the public. Beitang Jing and Qi Bai take care of it.

Calculated by human age, the current Qiu Yichen is only a child of two or three years old, and he has not yet been able to show up to take over the company.

Time will dilute everything, human life is limited, in a few decades, hundreds of years, who will remember that sensational wedding in the city?

Qiu Shao, who was astonished in City A, married an ordinary woman who could be drowned in the crowd at any time, and no one would remember that woman's name was Su Xiaoxiao.

The villa was quite empty, so Su Xiaoxiao moved a recliner and sat among the irises in the backyard.

This piece of irises watered by spiritual power is still blooming lively until now.

This piece of iris was a birthday present from Baishuang to her, and it seemed that she hadn't seen Baishuang's siblings for a long time.

Since being with him, her concept of time has become weaker and weaker. ． ． ． ． ．
Su Xiaoxiao forced herself to stop her thoughts, and promised not to think of him anymore, but every time she couldn't control it, his voice and smile would flood into her memory inadvertently.

In order to make herself think of him as little as possible, Su Xiaoxiao even changed the decoration of the villa, but it didn't seem to be of any use, even if the decoration was changed, the traces of his existence were not completely erased.

Now in the whole villa, only the study room is still in its original state, and Su Xiaoxiao can't explain why she left the place with the deepest traces of him.

On the one hand, he doesn't want to think about him anymore, but on the other hand, he always walks into the study involuntarily, sits where he used to sit, and reads the books he once read.

On this day, Su Xiaoxiao still couldn't control herself. After thinking of him, she couldn't help but go back to the room and went upstairs to the study.

All his books are placed in the study, covering almost every field. Wandering in the sea of ​​books, Su Xiaoxiao doesn't know whether she is looking for books or following his footsteps.

Passing by a row of bookshelves against the wall, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have put a book here, which was not really a book, but a small notebook in which she recorded every detail of their meeting and being together. .

She hid it very secretly, sandwiched between the bookshelf and the wall, and it took her a long time to pull out the book. ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)