The 99th Divorce

But in this case, when he saw the euphoria on Li Jianyue's face, it was all annihilated in his mouth.

Li Jianyue sucked his nose, although there were still tears on his face, but the relaxed appearance was obviously just like the two who just judged.

Li Mosen opened his mouth and wanted to say nothing, but said nothing.

He turned around, with a muffled tone, and said, "Don't think too much, I thought it was a small matter."

Li Jianyue has completely let go of her heart and is very annoyed. "Yeah, this is simply impossible. I'm so stupid, woo ..."

Li Mosen's heart seemed to be scratched again.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and reluctantly said, "Go to bed early and go to bed, I'm gone."

"Oh."

When Mosen came out, he moved very quickly.

Where Li Jianyue could not see, his eyes were reddish and his palms were trembling slightly.

Li Mosen looked up and saw Li Jianqian.

Li Jianqian looked at Li Mosen flatly, silently, and said, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Li Mosen casually said, and then he was about to leave.

Li Jianqian said: "It doesn't look like nothing, let's talk."

"I said, nothing!" Li Mosen's tone was slightly lower, with displeasure and warning.

Li Jianqian was stunned.

It seems that Mossen's temper was more than he thought.

I haven't seen him lose his temper since I was young, but I just didn't run into it.

Li Jianqian shook his head, "Dad calls you."

Li Mosen had a meal.

"I don't know anything, but looking at my father's appearance, it doesn't look like you are going to chat."

Li Mosen's eyes were heavy, and he glanced at Li Jianqian.

Li Jianqian spread his hands.

Li Mosen's lip line was tighter, he strode forward and walked towards the study.

Li Sicheng was indeed there.

Su Qianci is writing in the study, twisting his brush, and the fonts under his hands are gentle and beautiful.

And Li Sicheng is beside her, grinding her, and at a glance, it looks like a couple in the picture.

Su Qianci smiled slightly on his face, and the face resembling Li Jianyue contained a gentle brilliance. When he saw Li Mosen, he said, "Mosen is here."

Then Li Sicheng looked towards Li Mosen. The gentleness on the face was slightly convergent, and his face was slightly closed to Li Mosen.

Li Mosen walked in, "Dad, Mom."

Su Qianci put the pen down, took the initiative to retreat aside, carefully picked up the two corners of the calligraphy, let it blew air, the ink quickly dried.

Li Sicheng sat on the throne and casually said: "I have quarreled with Er Su?"

"No." Li Mosen's mood was obviously a bit low.

How could this not be possible.

Li Sicheng didn't care either. He picked up the inkstone for Su Qianci, who knew that Li Mosen said: "Dad, I've considered it."

Both Li Sicheng and Su Qianci looked at it with surprise.

Li Mosen seemed to be struggling, and there was obviously pain in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if he couldn't make up his mind yet, but after all, he closed his eyes as if he had made a decisive decision. . "

Li Sicheng looked at him deeply, "You think about it."

Su Qianci's smiling gentle eyes turned to worry, and he turned to her husband subconsciously.

While Li Sicheng was full of waves on the face, looking at Li Mosen in front of him, there was no more noise.

Li Mosen struggled, but he no longer had the courage to speak.

He did not want.