[Cannes Bank: Your account received 100'000.00 yuan on July 10, 2016, and the balance was 100'001.34......]

The brain suddenly 'buzzed', and Lu Yihan was stunned, but then, he screamed and quickly took a few tissues to wipe the computer, feeling distressed.

[Qianqian Su Ci]: Received?

[Far Land Yihan]: Roger!

[Yuanlu Yihan]: Have you made a fortune? Aren't you still in your junior year? Where did so much money come from?

[Yuanlu Yihan]: I heard that you married Li Sicheng, it can't be true, right? Is the woman on the video really you?

[Yuanlu Yihan]: Interesting, whose black history are you going to dig up? I'll see if I can dig up all the eighteen generations of her ancestors!

Su Qianci looked at Lu Yihan's words and couldn't help but smile lowly.

This guy really hasn't changed at all!

Slender long fingers leap across the keyboard, and messages are sent quickly.

[Qianqian Su Ci]: Liu An'an.

Seeing these three words, Lu Yihan's face was really like this, he shook his head and made an OK gesture.

[Far Land and Cold]: Take people's money and eliminate disasters with people! Rest assured, it will be done.

[Qianqian Su Ci]: Thank you.

[Yuanlu Yihan]: I also have someone on Weibo, and after I found it, I directly pushed it on Weibo?

[Qianqian Su Ci]: I can't ask for it [like]

"This girl ......" Lu Yihan smiled, but quickly clicked on the coder and began to make preparations.

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Closing the chat window, when Su Qianci was about to turn off the computer, a message suddenly popped up.

[Wanting]: Qianci is actually online? @千千苏辞

When Su Qianci saw this name, her heart was slightly cold.

It's her, Lin Wanting.

The good friend she once thought was sent to Liu An'an and Tang Mengying's plan, and became the main driving force of her tragic life.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qianci still clicked on it and replied with a 'um' word.

[Wanting]: I didn't expect you to be there, long time no see

[Woman]: Wow, Mrs. Li is actually online, rare!

Through the screen, Su Qianci could feel the sourness of this sentence.

[Humble Gentleman]: Mrs. Li? What kind of meme is this?

[Woman]: She is married to the richest man in Cannes, don't you know? You didn't watch that video yesterday? Liu An'an was sent to the police-inspection bureau by her!

[Humble Gentleman]: No, it's also a classmate, what a big hatred?

[Wanting]: Don't accuse Qianci, I've watched the video, and it's true that An An spoke too much......

[Good woman]: Lin Wanting, aren't you Liu An'an's good friend, how can you help her speak, you want to hug your thighs when you become Mrs. Li, right?

……

Confusion!

When she was in high school, these people didn't talk to her, and now they talk with guns and sticks.

Su Qianci decided to ignore them, returned the number, and opened the document and started typing.

It took more than an hour before the editing was completed.

Thirty clauses, each one clear and straightforward.

Stretching his waist, Su Qianci looked at those terms, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Even if she doesn't make the first move, Li Sicheng will draw up these terms to bind her.

Instead of passively accepting, it is better to take the initiative.

It's just that the contract that Li Sicheng proposed back then was five years, and what she proposed was one year.

Now, everything is ready, and only one lawyer's official seal is needed.

The title of the document is simple, just four words: Divorce Contract!