The 99th Divorce

Tang Mengqing was a little embarrassed, only to realize that he had already said that his mouth was leaking, and his small face was as white as white paper.

In the end, it was a teenage girl. No matter how powerful her mother and sister were, her age was still there. Under Su Qianci's aura, she could no longer survive.

Hearing Li Weiya's words, Tang Mengqing was very anxious and quickly explained: "How is it possible, Ya Ya, don't listen to her! I don't have it!"

However, although Li Weiya is simple, she is not stupid at all.

What Tang Mengqing said just now is no different from the default.

Now her explanation can no longer constitute a degree of trust.

Seeing the expression of his friend's apparent disbelief, Tang Mengqing felt as if she had no face to stay on. She glared at Su Qianci with hate, and then turned and ran away with her red eyes.

Li Weiya glanced at Su Qianci with regret, and soon chased in the direction of Tang Mengqing.

"Hey, you haven't paid the bill yet!" The stall owner chased and shouted.

"Calculate with us, here it is." Lu Yihan said, and soon paid the bill.

"I'll take you back, it's not too early, I can drive more conveniently."

"No, I just need to take a taxi and go back."

"It's okay, come on, anyway, I'll be on my way."

Su Qianci looked at the time and it was already almost eight o'clock in the evening.

In Cannes, this time is not too late, but it is still a little difficult to get a taxi here.

After thinking about it, Su Qianci nodded: "Well, then I'll trouble you."

The expression on Lu Yihan's face loosened, and the gentleman helped Su Qianci open the passenger door.

However, before Su Qianci sat down, he heard a whistle not far away.

Su Qianci looked at it and it was Li Shicheng's black Maybach.

Low-key, restrained, but unusually flamboyant.

Xiao Yang driver rolled down the window and said across the co-pilot: "Mrs. Sir, let me pick you up."

Su Qianci's Meifeng wrinkled imperceptibly and said, "He let you come?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Su Qianci felt even stranger.

When did Li Sicheng start to care so much about himself?If he changed to his last life, he wished he could die quickly, wherever he would go, and he would never send someone to pick him up.

In this life, there are too many different things.

Thinking about it, Su Qianci did not refuse, and looked at Lu Yihan apologetically: "You go back, I will let Xiao Yang send me back."

"Good." Lu Yihan was worried, thinking of the rumor about Li Sicheng's dictatorship, saying, "But ... should it be all right?"

He was afraid that he would be unnecessarily troubled by Su Qianci. After all, the little girl with the surname Tang just didn't speak well.

And the combination of the phone just made me really worried.

"It's okay," Su Qianci gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm with him, but it's just a political marriage. He never cared about me."

Hearing this, Lu Yihan was relieved, "That's good, then be careful."

Su Qianci nodded and opened the back seat door.

However, as soon as the door opened, he was shocked.

The dim light in the back seat, scattered and slapped on a tall figure, cast a soft radiance, like a god, noble and inviolable.

Li Sicheng's eyes were half closed, leaning on the leather seat, and there was an indescribable breath all over his body.

Icy and dangerous!

Su Qianci stepped back alertly, but saw him suddenly open his eyes and stretched his hand to drag her in ...