The 99th Divorce

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After looking around, Su Qianci returned to his original hometown in despair.

Walking outside Rong Haiyue's ward, Su Qianci knocked on the door, and quickly responded, "Come in."

The voice of Rong Haiyue.

Su Qianci walked in, and Rong Haiyue's eyes leaning on the bed flickered, but it was determined that there was a loss in the bottom of his eyes that was imperceptible. He smiled and said, "It's you."

It's this girl ...

He had just turned her around and almost treated her as someone else.

Su Qianci nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you last night."

"Thanks, I will be saved if I change to someone else."

So, it's not because you look like her.

Rong Haiyue said to herself in the bottom of her heart, but she still felt a pain in her heart when she saw that face.

Su Qianci came over, glanced at the arm that was obviously wrapped in gauze under his sleeve, and bowed deeply: "Sorry, I hurt you."

Rong Haiyue quickly lifted her up and said, "I said, if it was someone else, I would save it as well. Last night, I do n’t think anyone would just sit by and let alone, let alone I Is a soldier. "

"I know."

"It ’s good if you know, soldiers, the incarnation of justice. If you do n’t even see that kind of thing as a soldier, is n’t it too much of a waste, too wasteful of the identity of a soldier?” Rong Haiyue pretended to be proud. But after I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that I had unconsciously moved out the set that usually coaxed my daughter.

Su Qianci wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but red eyes, "Thank you, thank you, really thank you."

"You child ..." Rong Rui smiled low, but his fist hidden under the quilt tightened slightly.

It's so similar, it's exactly the same as when Rong Xuan was young.

Frank, simple, and kind.

What a good child, but why, is Song Yifan's daughter?

Rong Haiyue was a little lost. Looking at her, she pretended to ask casually, "Have your father come to see you?"

"He's in London, and my husband probably didn't tell him about it."

"A business trip?"

"show."

"Oh ... good, Mr. Song is a very good musician. The children of our neighbors particularly adore him."

Su Qianci smiled slightly, his eyes sparkled, and nodded: "I also adore him especially, my father is the best."

"Um." Rong Haiyue lowered his eyes, hiding the loneliness.

"Mr. Rong, would you please give me your contact information?"

Rong Haiyue was a little surprised, but he agreed in a hurry and turned his head to the table to turn the paper.

But there is no such thing.

Rong Haiyue was a little hesitant and said, "You still tell me your number, I'll call it to you."

Su Qianci reported Li Sicheng's number and quickly added: "This is my husband's phone number. I don't know where to go with my mobile phone. I will go back and re-issue the card."

"Okay, tell me about yours too, can you?"

Su Qianci reported his number again and looked at the time in the ward. It was almost ten o'clock at night. "It's too late. I'll go back first, good night, Mr. Rong."

"Good night, rest early."

Su Qianci nodded gratefully, quickly went out and closed the door.

Back in the ward, Li Sicheng was sitting next to the bed with his mobile phone, looking a little sleepy.

Seeing her coming in from the outside, she asked, "Have you gone to Rong Haiyue?"