The 99th Divorce

Feeling that there were two columns of cold and sharp eyes overhead, Su Qianci raised his head subconsciously, caught off guard, and crashed into a cold deep sea.

cold.

It's so cold!

Su Qianci shook his heart tightly, but saw that those eyes slowly slipped down.

Looking down his eyes, Su Qianci saw the lake green skirt with one leg resting on the back of the sofa, while the other was resting on the armrest. Looking down from his perspective, it was just fine white thighs , Showing a short section of safety pants ...

Suddenly, the little face turned red with a puff, and sat upright with a puff.

"Well, how can I," Lu Yihan didn't notice Su Qianci's strangeness, opened the refrigerator, and took a bottle of Coke, "How about Saturday night? I invite you to a big meal."

Su Qianci was stared by Li Sicheng's aggressive eyes, only to feel some scalp exploded. For a time, when he heard Lu Yihan's words, it was like saying a mantra.

Heart, beating so fast!

Inexplicably, Su Qianci felt very guilty.

It's just like……

Steal-love is caught the same.

"End of the chat?" Li Sicheng narrowed his eyes, his voice was slightly mute, and he seemed as cold as hail.

The tone is still the same as usual.

However, Su Qianci's heart was even more embarrassed, and he quickly changed the subject, "It turns out that you have returned, I thought you would work overtime."

Li Sicheng raised his eyebrows and stood straight. His long slender legs straightened up, and he put one hand in his side pocket. He asked, "Do you really want me to work overtime?"

Su Qianci's speech was sluggish, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

In his last life, Li Sicheng worked overtime.

Moreover, one plus is three days.

Whenever she called to urge him to go home, he had only one word-busy!

But now, why not be 'busy'?

Su Qianci shuddered, and whispered: "How come ..."

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

The maid Rong Ma said in a timely manner: "Sir, ma'am, dinner is ready."

"Well!" Su Qianci glanced at Rong Mom gratefully, and then washed his hands and sat down at the table.

Li Sicheng walked down the second floor without any trouble, and every step brought a slight footstep.

The rhythm is consistent and calm.

Just like the ancient emperor, high above the sky, the footsteps alone gave Su Qianci a strong sense of oppression.

Of course, a greater part is due to Su Qianci's guilty conscience.

But why should she be guilty?

She clearly did not do anything, did she?

Su Qianci thought of this, and he felt much better at once.

When I put out the chopsticks, I went to pick the dishes. I put a pair of chopsticks and put them in the bowl.

The movement is elegant, and there is a sense of beauty inexplicably between hands and feet.

Two days ago, it was a big difference.

However, it can be seen that the eating phase formed naturally does not mean that.

In just a few days, can there be such a big change?

Could it be that it was pretended two days ago?

It's just that it's good for her to pretend that the straw bale is useless?

Li Sicheng felt that he could not understand the woman more and more.

After concentrating, the chopsticks were elegantly held, and the hand was stretched out, and a slip of shrimp was caught.

Precisely, Su Qianci's chopsticks have been stretched out, and the chopsticks of the two touched together at once, and they were handed over in parallel.