Sun Zhihao thought about it carefully for a while, "Just... just very ordinary, like a square face, especially square, I can't remember anything else."
"Oh, by the way, that girl seems to have a good relationship with my wife. I saw them standing together a few times when I was dating my wife."
He has a square face and has a good relationship with Ding Peixin, but he also liked Sun Zhihao...
A beautiful face appeared in Su Qiao's mind.
Sun Zhihao opened his mouth and asked nervously: "Is the woman who went on the trip really... really Pei Xin?"
"Didn't I show it to you before?" When Su Qiao found out that Ding Peixin had disguised herself as Xia Xiaolin, he showed the photos in the surveillance video to Sun Zhihao. He also indirectly confirmed that the person in the surveillance video was most likely his wife Ding Peixin.
"At least the body is Xia Xiaolin, the woman who was pregnant with your child."
Su Qiao looked at him sarcastically: "You are quite amazing. You successfully drove one person crazy, indirectly killed another, and even lost your own child."
Sun Zhihao's expression suddenly became extremely irritable, and he grabbed his hair with both hands: "I don't want this to happen either."
"But sometimes I feel very upset. Pei Xin doesn't care about anything every day. She just wants to force me to have a child and force me to drink those messed up Chinese medicines. She is also always suspicious. She checks my phone every day and calls me from time to time to ask me to report my itinerary. If I don't go out and find something to do, I'm afraid I will go crazy."
"I really didn't expect her to do this. She...she is really crazy." She actually killed someone and destroyed the body in such a cruel way.
That was totally not the Ding Peixin he remembered. She was not the same person he knew at first.
"If you feel upset, you can go see a psychologist and let him help you relieve it."
"If you have no inspiration, you can travel around the world and explore the wild instead of looking for various women for short-term excitement."
Su Qiao looked at him sarcastically, tapping the pen in his hand unconsciously on the table.
"In the final analysis, you have no so-called moral values or sense of family responsibility. You are not suitable for marriage at all."
Sun Zhihao let go, raised his head and smiled bitterly: "You are right, I am not suitable for marriage."
"I only gradually came to understand this after I got married. But at that time, I was already married to Pei Xin. I also tried to jokingly mention divorce to her, but she reacted very strongly. She said she would only get married once in her life and would not get divorced unless she died."
Given Ding Peixin's situation, she could indeed say such things.
Su Qiao didn't doubt it.
"All I can say is, if you are not ready and don't fully understand yourself and the other person, don't get married."
Getting a divorce after getting married is not that easy.
How many murders have occurred because of various problems in marriage, or issues such as property and child custody involved in divorce
Su Qiao tapped the pen in her hand slowly and rhythmically on the table, her dark eyes fixed on him: "Say one more word."
“In addition to talent and interest, a painter must also have a broad vision, a broad mind, and a big picture. Only in this way can he see the most essential things through the surface things, and paint things with value and meaning, so as to shock people and bring more people new life insights and experiences.”
"And it's obvious that you have nothing but a little talent and an overabundance of persistence."