Ex-husband, why don't you go to heaven?

Chapter 44 I'm Qiao Weiliang's Mr.
Qiao Weiliang went downstairs with her suit in her arms, instead of rushing to take a taxi, she stood on the side of the road in a daze.

Some youthful memories surged in and flashed in my mind like a movie, but they were so far away that they seemed to be from a previous life.

She still remembered that Ace City once said that his dream was to become an international superstar and win the Best Actor award at the Canna International Film Festival.

She remembered that she and Si Cheng once squeezed into a small room less than twelve square meters, and the two of them only ate half a slice of bread for three days.

She remembered that once she won a role for Sicheng with only one line in three scenes from appearance to completion. He fell off his horse for filming and was almost disfigured.

She said: Sicheng, one day, we will become what we dreamed of.

They talked a lot, but in the end they became strangers, and even became the kind of person they hated the most.

Time is really amazing.

Bowing his head, he smelled the nice fragrance of the suit in his nose. It was the smell she had always liked. He... still remembered it.

"drop……"

The sound of the horn pulled her back from her thoughts, and when she looked up, Ace City's car was not far from her.

He is already 28, and there are many vicissitudes on his face, but he has also matured a lot.

It seems that he disappeared from the circle five years ago. She didn't deliberately look for him. Although she still can't let go of him now, she still thinks it's good that he is like this, at least he is as clean and pure as before.

Rolling down the car window, he poked his head out: "Wei Liang, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Qiao Weiliang felt her arm being pulled, and then fell into a generous embrace.

"I won't see you in a while, Mrs. Ji, you just ran out to provoke me? Huh?"

The man's half-smile sounded above his head, and the last syllable seemed to overflow from his nose, which was somewhat playful and more dangerous.

Like a ferocious beast that just woke up, it found the enemy who coveted its prey.

"..."

Why did she smell a little sour?This man is not jealous, is he?

As soon as this idea came up, Qiao Weiliang denied it. It must be that she has been under too much pressure recently and thought too much.

Ji Zhen hugged Qiao Weiliang, and his eyes fell on Ace City's stiff face.

The facial features are passable, but she is too thin and frail, her face looks quite tired, and she looks very old. Based on this woman's requirements for appearance, it should not pose any threat.

Looking at this car again, Bin Mu's economic strength should not be as high as Qiao Weiliang's, with a price of 60 million, and there is nothing comparable to him.

Quickly making an evaluation and comparison in his mind, Ji Zhen's lips curled into a smile: "Hello, I'm Qiao Weiliang's husband, and my name is Ji Zhen."

Ace City's face was even uglier. He had heard many rumors about Qiao Weiliang and Ji Zhen, but they had never been officially confirmed to be true, so he was lucky enough to think that it was false.

Ji Zhen is still wearing the same tracksuit. He is calm and sophisticated, but this outfit makes him look young and energetic. Of course, it can be seen at a glance whether he is high or low.

Ace City still looked at Qiao Weiliang unwillingly and asked: "Wei Liang, are you really married?" His voice was a little mournful, Ji Zhen kept his expression on his face, but his hand on Qiao Weiliang's shoulder increased his strength .

Qiao Weiliang frowned in pain, poked Ji Zhen with her elbow, and then looked at Ace City and replied, "Well, I got married three years ago."

"Why didn't you invite me?" Ace City continued to ask, with an even more lonely expression.

They didn't even hold a wedding, and they didn't invite anyone, and of course they wouldn't invite him alone.

Qiao Weiliang thought for a while, and said seriously: "I thought that from the moment you made your choice five years ago, there was no need for contact between us."

(End of this chapter)