Sun Zhihao thought about it carefully for a while, "It's just... very ordinary. He seems to have a square face, and I can't remember anything else."
"Oh, by the way, that girl seems to have a pretty good relationship with my wife. I saw them standing together when I dated my wife a few times."
He has a Chinese character face and has a good relationship with Ding Peixin, but he also liked Sun Zhihao...
Su Qiao A beautiful face appeared in his mind.
Sun Zhihao opened his mouth and asked with some anxiety, "Is that woman traveling... really Peixin?"
"Didn't I show it to you before?" When Su Qiao found out that Ding Peixin was disguised as Xia Xiaolin, he showed Sun Zhihao the photos in the surveillance. He also indirectly confirmed that the person in the surveillance was probably his wife Ding Peixin.
"At least the body is Xia Xiaolin, the woman who was pregnant with your child."
Su Qiao looked at him with some sarcasm. "You are quite powerful. You successfully drove one crazy, indirectly killed another, and even took advantage of your own child."
Sun Zhihao's expression suddenly became extremely irritable, and he pulled his hair with both hands. "I don't want this either."
"But sometimes I feel very upset. Peixin doesn't care about anything every day. She just wants to force me to have a child and force me to drink those messy Chinese medicines. She is always suspicious. She checks my mobile phone every day and calls me from time to time to report my schedule. If I don't go out to find something to do, I'm afraid I will go crazy."
"I really didn't expect her to do this. She... she was really crazy." She actually went to kill people and used such cruel methods to destroy the corpses.
That was completely different from the Ding Peixin he had in mind, and it was not the same person he knew at first.
"If you are upset, you can go see a psychiatrist and ask the doctor to help you."
"If you don't have inspiration, you can travel around the world and explore the wilderness instead of looking for short-term excitement with all kinds of women."
Su Qiao looked at him mockingly, tapping the pen on the table unconsciously.
"In the final analysis, you have no so-called moral concepts and no sense of family responsibility in your bones. You are simply not suitable for marriage."
Sun Zhihao let go, raised his head and smiled bitterly, "You are right, I am not suitable for marriage."
"I only slowly learned this after I got married, but I was already married to Peixin at that time. I also tried to jokingly mention the divorce to her, but her reaction was very violent. She said that she would only get married once in her life, and she would not get divorced unless she died."
This can indeed be said based on the situation of Ding Peixin.
Su Qiao didn't doubt it either.
"All I can say is, don't get married without being prepared and fully understanding yourself and the other person."
It is not that simple to get divorced after getting married.
How many murders occur because of various problems in marriage, or issues related to property and child custody during divorce?
Su Qiao tapped the pen on the table slowly and rhythmically, and stared at him with his black eyes. "Say more."
"A painter, in addition to talent and interest, must also have a broad vision, a broad mind, and a big picture. Only in this way can he see through the superficial things to see the most essential things, and draw things of value and significance. Only in this way can he shock people's hearts and bring new insights and experiences to life to more people."
"And it's obvious that you have nothing but some talent and excessive persistence."