On the most prosperous commercial street in Cannes, Li Sicheng entered a decently decorated chain noodle restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles for himself, and when he was halfway through eating, a girl at the table behind him suddenly exclaimed and said: "Qianqiansu has posted on Weibo!" ”

Li Sicheng ate noodles for a while, held the chopsticks, and stopped.

"Hey, that's miserable." One of the girls' voices was full of sympathy, "My husband has been dead for so many years, and she still thinks she is still alive." ”

"I heard that she has a neuropathy, she thinks about her husband's thoughts, a slight conjecture syndrome, I heard that she often hallucinates, thinking that her husband will appear next to her, hey......"

"But she still manages such a big company very well, I'll go, a neurotic can be like this, why are we still so lo?"

The girl sneered while eating: "Then you also have to have such a big company take over, it is said that not only Qian Qian Su Ci did it alone, but also her husband's younger brother, Qian Qian Su Ci's uncle, is also the vice president." ”

"What about having a company, not yet a widow? A young and beautiful woman with two children also has to manage the company...... If it's me, I'll remarry, why don't you do something in a good year? It's just a widow for a dead man, why? ”

"You're not her, how do you know what's going on in people's hearts, maybe people have true love for that god?"

"Li Sicheng! It's a shame that you used to treat him as a male god, but now how long has he been dead, you have forgotten his name, the world is hot and cold! ”

……

Li Sicheng listened to their words, silently finished the noodles, got up and left.

Found an Internet café in a remote alley, the boss took a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "How long do you play?" ”

"Can I play without ID?"

The boss glanced at him up and down, took off the cigarette, and said, "Yes, others have five yuan an hour, you have 20 yuan an hour, the innermost machine, a separate compartment, that is a private room, no one will go in." ”

Li Sicheng directly took out a hundred-yuan bill, turned around and walked in.

The boss took the big bill and checked it, and after confirming that it was true, he turned on the machine for him.

The legendary private room, that is, a small dark compartment, houses a computer, the most classic XP system.

A little kid was sitting on the floor with his bare ass inside, and when he saw him come in, he looked up.

The boss walked in, hugged the little boy out, and said, "My son, you can play, but I won't return the money." ”

Li Sicheng ignored him, sat down directly, opened the webpage, and searched Su Qianci's Weibo.

Seeing that sentence, the tip of Li Sicheng's nose was slightly sour.

In the photo, her face is more mature than before, and she is also much thinner than before.

His wife Li seems to be different.

Logged on to a Weibo account, and Li Sicheng left her a message at the bottom: He will see, he will come back

It's just that the message quickly disappeared in a large number of replies.

The social software logged in to L's account, and immediately saw a beauty's avatar pop up.

It is the avatar of Su Qianci herself, a selfie taken casually, but it is so beautiful that it is fascinating, she said: Let's meet, I know you are in Cannes, Mr. L

The sending time was, ten minutes ago.

Li Sicheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, could it be that she had already discovered that Li Sicheng was L?

(Po Sing Shek Academy)