The 99th Divorce

Surrounded by the sound of a lot of people around, many people recognized how sacred this is.

This man, I am afraid that nobody in the whole city knows no one.

It's just that after four years, everyone thought he was dead, and now he would appear here in this way?

"Gosh, corpse!"

...

Su Qianci stared at him, approaching step by step.

Li Sicheng in front of him is more and more real, closer and closer, and more familiar.

Li Sicheng is holding a large bouquet of flowers, a pair of deep and sharp eyes, the dark and vast sky is like a polar night sky, and it is so dazzling that it makes her feel like she is in a dream.

Su Qianci suddenly did not dare to pass, holding the flowers from those people in his hands, and the tears contained fell, and opened his mouth. Su Qianci quivered and asked, "Are you?"

The voice was not loud, with a thick temptation, with a choking tremor, cautious, afraid that the sound would be loud, he was as broken as before.

How many times he has appeared in front of her, but as long as she moves a little, or breathes a little, he will be disillusioned.

No matter how she looked behind, he never appeared beside her.

She was afraid, so afraid ...

What if this is not true, in case this is just an illusion, just her conjecture, what to do ...

When Li Sicheng heard this, a pair of eyes bent, holding a flower in one hand, and opened her arms to her with the other hand, his voice was cold and soft, with an inflexible softness, he said: "I'm back . "

It's him, it's him!

It's really him!

Su Qianci shook his hands, and a large handful of lilies and other flowers fell to the ground. Su Qianci flew towards the front with a step.

Long hair flew up because of running.

The petite and light posture, under a large crowd of exclamations around, slammed into that tall figure, and Su Qianci reached out and hugged him.

Li Sicheng was as steady as Mount Tai, and she took her around and hugged her tightly in her arms.

Su Qianci only felt that her waist was tight, and a strange feeling of unspeakableness made her cry.

Real touch, real temperature, real, real ...

"It's really you, really you ..." Su Qianci was buried on his chest, and he couldn't help crying again, "Li Sicheng, you bastard!" The hand climbed up his waist, Su Thousand Porcelain thrashed his back hard, scolding, "Asshole, brute, big asshole, white-eyed wolf!"

Li Si took hold of her waist and felt that she was truly in her arms, unsatisfied in her heart, and at the same time, there was also a long-lost sense of happiness, which wrapped him thickly.

Kissing her hair lightly, Li Sicheng whispered: "It's me, it's me."

Su Qianci's tears and snots all smeared on his new clothes, crying unbridled, like a child who has been aggrieved, and suddenly saw an adult who can rely on. This sense of happiness is self-evident.

Holding firmly, he refused to let go, Su Qianci didn't dare to let go, holding him tighter and tighter ...

There was a cry all around, and I did n’t know who opened the head. The voices of men and women were intertwined, and they sang loudly: "Finally, I will wait for you. Fortunately, I did n’t give up. Happiness comes so hard, so I will cherish more ...

"Mr. Li ..."

"Ok."

"Li Sicheng."

"Ok."

"Husband."

"Ok."