Wealthy child bride: divorced 101 times

"Shallow?"

Yi Ningxiu looked at her trembling hands, and called her name regretfully. Su Qianqian glanced at him in panic, and couldn't help but take a step back.

The distance of this step is a distance that he cannot make up.

"Ning Xiu..." Su Qianqian covered her forehead, her voice was filled with pain, "Give me time. I can't do it now..."

Yi Ningxiu sighed softly, took her hand, "It's my fault."

Su Qianqian opened her mouth and said nothing.

Whether it was because of pregnancy or not, that incident was a nightmare for her.

The tearing pain, the man's voice in her ears, and his cruel and temperatureless eyes were all a nightmare for her.

"What happened that night?"

After hesitating again and again, he finally asked.

It was from that night that she began to change.

Become alienated, become indifferent, become like a her he doesn't know.

That is to say, from that day on, he couldn't help but want to pay attention to her. Before he knew it, his eyes could no longer be moved away...

"You..." Su Qianqian glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Have you forgotten?"

It's funny how she's all alone with those cruel memories that the giver forgets.

"I drank that night..." Yi Ningxiu hesitated, "I just know that we had a relationship, but I can't remember anything." This assertion, he lied.

When he woke up, the delicate warmth of her skin was still on his fingers, and the sweet fragrance of her body was still in the air. He could still vaguely feel the heartiness of last night, and he could even recall her crying Voice.

Of course, he didn't dare to say.

Once he said it, he could feel how unforgivable he did to her back then.

Su Qianqian sighed: "Since you have forgotten it, then forget it. It's not... such a beautiful thing."

"Qianqian!" Yi Ningxiu cried out anxiously, "I just want to know why you changed so much for me after that day."

"..." Su Qianqian looked at him with round and clear cat eyes, and she asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to know?"

"……Yes."

"Ning Xiu, do you know? After that day, I...really wanted to strangle you to death." She lowered her eyes and laughed softly, "But I still don't want to. Even if you almost kill me , I'm still... reluctant."

That day, as usual, she had dinner with Mrs. Yi, finished talking about the housework with Mrs. Yi, and then stayed in the bedroom, waiting for Yi Ningxiu to come back.

During the year of marrying him, she had already gotten used to waiting.

But it's as good as it is.

Later, she fell asleep in a daze, and in the middle of the night, the door suddenly opened.

She soon woke up from her sleep and looked at the door. The man she had been waiting for for a long time was stumbling in.

Yi Ningxiu was wearing a suit and smelled of alcohol, but his handsome face was still perfect and exquisite under the moonlight. Even because of the alcohol smell, his face had an ordinary temperature. It was cold and charming, and it was particularly eye-catching.

Su Qianqian got off the bed, looked at the man's reddish cheeks, swallowed, and carefully helped Yi Ningxiu to the bedside.

When she was awake, Yi Ningxiu never let her touch her. Although they slept together, the quilt was two beds.

At this moment, she felt a sad joy at touching his arm.