The 99th Divorce

Song Yifan does not live in the center of Kangcheng, but a mid-range community in the area around the center.

The surrounding area is quiet and peaceful, and the community environment is also very clean.

On the 16th floor, after Su Qianci entered the door, Song Yifan quickly packed up a room for her.

The apartment type is a simple two-room one hall, the style is a simple modern style, very characteristic of Song Yifan.

Su Qianci took advantage of Song Yifan to tidy up the room, walked into the kitchen, and rummaged, and found nothing.

The refrigerator is empty, and many appliances have been cut off.

Reminiscent of the suitcase that Yifan Song had just dragged, he suddenly realized that he would have ... Is he going to go far?

As a result, I was called back by a phone call and helped her up and down as soon as I came back.

Su Qianci's heart was touched and guilty, closing the refrigerator door, Song Yifan just came out.

"It's packed, I'll help you carry your luggage in."

Su Qianci looked at him, nodded, and followed him into the door.

The room is not large, less than one third of the villa.

But it was clean and warm, and there was the smell of air freshener in the air.

Song Yifan was a little embarrassed and said, "It's a little small, you will live first, and then look back and your dad will change a bigger house for you."

Su Qianci smiled and said in a low voice: "Dad, why are you so good to me?"

Obviously, she is not his biological daughter.

Obviously, he can completely ignore his own.

But Song Yifan really regarded her as a daughter, so considerate and so warm.

He just accidentally pointed at his suitcase, and there is a qualified label that has just passed the security check. The date is today.

He came back deliberately from the airport.

Song Yifan's eyes regained the warmth of Suiri and smiled: "Silly girl, you are my daughter."

Su Qianci's heart suddenly seemed as if there was an additional stove, and it was so warm that her eyes were red.

"Don't cry, it's not good-looking anymore." Song Yifan felt distressed. "Hungry, dad takes you to dinner, what do you want to eat?"

Su Qianci shook his head, "I have no appetite and don't want to eat."

"You can't abuse yourself even if you are unhappy, go, I will take you to eat my favorite food!"

Song Yifan was pulled down the stairs, walked for about three or four minutes, and saw a noodle restaurant.

The noodle shop is very simple and simple, and the decoration is a bit old, but the hygiene is very clean.

There was an old man sitting at the front desk. The old man was watching TV. He was holding a big white cat in his arms. When he saw them coming in, a pair of blue and quiet eyes looked at them and called out: "Meow ~"

The old man raised his head with a smile on his face, "Little Song is coming, isn't he going to London today, didn't he?"

"Something, just come back first." Song Yifan is obviously familiar with the old man. "Introduce, this is my daughter."

The old man was surprised, "Ouch, you still have a daughter? Are you not married?"

"Daughter."

"Huh, it looks a bit familiar. Isn't that a great grand-daughter-in-law? What is that awesome, the old guy who has run around a lot of age."

"Li Xun." Su Qianci said.

"Yes, yes, that old guy, are you that Su?"

"Yes ..." Su Qianci was a little embarrassed.

She seemed to have a label she couldn't shake off.

The effect of that meeting was outrageously successful.