The 99th Divorce

On the most prosperous commercial street in Cannes, Li Sicheng entered a decently decorated chain noodle restaurant and ordered himself a bowl of noodles. Just halfway through the meal, at the table behind him, a girl suddenly exclaimed and said: " Qianqiansu has tweeted Weibo! "

Li Sicheng's action of eating noodles stopped, and the movement of holding chopsticks stopped.

"Hey, it's too miserable." One of the girls' voice was full of sympathy. "Her husband has been dead for so many years, she still thought she was still alive."

"I heard that she has a neuropathy, and she always thought of her husband, mild hypothetical syndrome. I heard that hallucinations often occur, thinking that her husband will appear beside him, hey ..."

"But she still manages such a big company very well. I go, and a neurosis can be made like this. Why are we still so low?"

The girl sneered while eating: "Then you have to have such a big company to take over. It is said that not only Qian Qian Su quit alone, but also her husband's brother, Qian Qian Su Ci's uncle And the vice president. "

"What about a company, not a widow? A young and beautiful woman with two children still has to manage the company ... If I were, I would remarry. What good is it for the good old age? It's just a widow , Why?

"You're not her, how do you know what people are thinking, maybe they are true love for that kind of ghost?"

"Li Sicheng! It's because you used to think of him as a male god. Now that the talent has died for so long, you will forget his name. The world is so cool!"

...

Listening to their words, Li Sicheng silently finished the noodles and got up and left.

When I found an Internet cafe in a remote alley, the boss held a cigarette and asked, "How long?"

"Can I play without an ID card?"

The boss glanced up and down at him, took the smoke off, and said, "Yes, others are five yuan an hour, you are 20 hours an hour, the innermost machine, a separate compartment, but the VIP private room, no one will go in. . "

Li Sicheng directly withdrew a hundred-dollar bill and turned and walked in.

The boss took the money and compared it. After confirming that it was true, he opened the machine.

The legendary VIP private room, that is, a small dark compartment, houses a computer, the most classic XP system.

A little fart boy sat on the ground with his butt bare, saw him come in, and looked up.

The boss came in and took the little fart boy out and said, "My son, you can play, but I won't refund the money."

Li Sicheng didn't take care of him, just sat down, opened the webpage, and found Su Qianci's Weibo.

Seeing that sentence, Li Sicheng's nose was slightly sour.

Her face in the photo is more mature and thinner than before.

His wife Li seems different.

Logged into a Weibo trumpet, Li Sicheng left a message to her below: he will see, he will come back

It's just that the news was soon in a lot of replies and disappeared.

The social software logged in to L's account, and immediately saw a beautiful girl's head pop out.

It ’s Su Qianci ’s own headshot. The Selfie I took was very beautiful. She said: Meet me, I know you are in Cannes, Mr. L

The sending time was ten minutes ago.

Li Sicheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, did she already discover that Li Sicheng is L?