Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Ling Qian's brain was soaked in alcohol, and his reaction was slower than usual. He couldn't recover for a while, and he just sat there in a daze.

Cheng Haomiao was better at drinking than him, drank less than him, and was relatively sober. He held up a skewer and analyzed it with him seriously: "First of all, he clearly said at the beginning that he would not come to collect the certificate, but he did, right?"

Ling Qian froze for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Secondly, he said that he has a bad relationship with his parents, and that his parents withheld his documents, sacrificing his freedom and happiness for money," Cheng Haomiao continued, "but he listens to his parents, doesn't he?"

Ling Qian nodded again.

"He's in his 20s, an adult, and he's not a teenager, so he can't take care of himself," Cheng Haomiao said, "Can't he go to the police if his parents withhold his ID? Can't he go to work if he has no money and no place to live? Yes. How can you be afraid of starving to death if you have hands and feet?"

Ling Qian frowned and tilted his head, lost in thought.

"Why did you get the certificate honestly that day?" Cheng Haomiao looked at him and asked.

"I promised my mother before..." Ling Qian was very embarrassed.

He is a soft-hearted person, and he is most afraid of others showing weakness.Back then when Ling Fengzi cried and cried at him for hours, he was so panicked that he nodded and agreed to everything.

"That's right, you love your mother and don't want her to worry about you, so you cooperate," Cheng Haomiao said, "He has the same relationship with his parents, and it's a big deal. What's there to be afraid of?"

The more you listen, the more reasonable it becomes, but Ling Qian is still puzzled: "Then why did he deliberately trick me into marrying me?"

"You're retarded," Cheng Haomiao slapped the table anxiously, "Then why are his parents willing to let him marry you?"

"...Because of money." Ling Qian said.

"That's right, because of the money. With the conditions of your family, even if you are a head shorter and a hundred pounds fatter than you are now, you are a bastard like me, and people who want to marry you will have a long queue," Cheng Haomiao said. "What do you think he is trying to do?"

Ling Qian squinted his eyes and looked at him drunkenly: "You also know that you are a bastard?"

"That's not the point," Cheng Haomiao was heartbroken, "This person has clearly seen that you are not willing, so he deliberately tricked you into obtaining the certificate step by step. You still want to divorce, which is really a good idea!"

Ling Qian was at a loss for a while, and after a while murmured softly: "...Impossible?"

What Cheng Haomiao said made a lot of sense. He actually believed it in his heart, but emotionally he was unwilling to accept it.

How could the promised community of interests and the promised alliance be all lies to him?

He also gave him all living expenses.

During the confusion, he suddenly recalled what Ling Fengzi said not long ago.She said that it is difficult for a family to have two kinds of people.

After getting along so far, he is of course very clear that Bevisi is by no means a dutiful and honest person.

"I still don't believe it," Cheng Haomiao sighed, "Let me ask you, did he ask you for money?"

Ling Qian pursed his lips, frowned, and remained silent.

Cheng Haomiao shook his head: "You idiot!"

Ling Qian's wine taste is not very good.

He and Cheng Haomiao reunited after a long absence, each had a bitter stomach and chatted very well, and it was almost eleven o'clock when they parted.It took some time to take a taxi, and the return journey was a little longer. When I finally got home, it was past midnight.

Ling Qian entered the house, staggered and kicked off his shoes, walked straight to the door of Bei Weixi's room with bare feet, and slammed on the door.

Bevisi quickly opened the door.

He was wearing pajamas and his hair was messy, but he didn't look like he was woken up. He was probably lying under the covers and playing with his mobile phone just now.

Seeing Ling Qian who was obviously drunk and hazy, he was half worried and half funny, and stretched out his hand: "What's the matter, why do you have to tell me so late in person?"

Bei Weixi wanted to help him in fear that he would not stand still, but Ling Qian slapped him away forcefully.

Ling Qian patted his hand away and wanted to push him away again, but unfortunately he was limp after drinking too much, and his hand had no strength, so he pressed on Bei Weixi's shoulder as if flirting.

Fortunately, Bei Weixi cooperated and obediently took half a step back.

"What's the matter?" He asked Ling Qian.

Ling Qian staggered in, sat down on the sofa, picked up a bulging cushion, and patted the side twice vigorously.

Judgment impaired by alcohol told him that such a move was imposing.

"Tell me honestly, are you lying to me?" He asked while dancing the cushion.

"Ah?" Bei Weixi looked at him blankly, and walked up to him, "What do you mean?"

Ling Qian frowned, put down the cushion, and repeated in a low voice: "What am I referring to..."

Then, he raised his head abruptly: "It seems that you have lied to me a lot!"

Bei Weixi was stunned for a moment, and showed a helpless smile: "Drink too much, rest early if you drink too much."

"Let's talk about him." Ling Qian raised his hand, waggling his fingers little by little, "You have a problem."

"Okay, then tell me, what's my problem?" Bevisi sat down beside him.

Ling Qian twisted and twisted on the sofa, adjusted the angle, and turned sideways to face him: "You have plans, you have plans for me."

Bevisi looked at him in surprise: "What attempt?"

Ling Qian approached him, slowed down his speech, and whispered word by word: "You, map, me, my, money."

"No, you might as well say that I'm greedy for your beauty," Bevisi said innocently, "Are you rich now?"

Ling Qian sat stupidly, blinked his eyes a few times, and covered his face with his hands sadly: "I don't, I'm so poor, I have no money."

He said, feeling sad, and began to complain in a crying voice: "I got out of the car just now and looked at the price list. I have never done such a humble thing in my life. I took more than 100 taxis today. There are only I spent more than 5000 yuan on a taxi for 100 yuan, how to live this month, you say, how to live..."

Bei Weixi raised her hand and patted him on the back: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's only over 100, five thousand is enough... How much did you drink to get so drunk..."

Ling Qian put down his hands and raised his head: "There are no more five thousand, only four thousand one left."

Bei Weixi was shocked: "It's only the 2nd today, what are you doing?"

Ling Qian snapped his fingers: "I ate a meal, took a taxi twice, just now I couldn't hold back my itchy hands and paid for it..."

"Wait," Bevisi frowned, "What order?"

"It sank, the whole army was wiped out, nothing was drawn, and it was all for naught." Ling Qian was even more sad, "I'm so mad! Garbage game!"

"Mobile games?" Bei Weixi frowned, "I suggest you spend rationally in this regard."

"That's not the point, the point is...is..."

Ling Qian's head was dizzy, and after a long time, he didn't have anything to say.

"What is it?" Beverly asked.

"...I can't remember." Ling Qian looked at him stupidly.

Bei Weixi suppressed a smile and kindly reminded him: "It's you who think I have plans for you."

"Yes!" Ling Qian raised his hand, and pushed him softly again, "You have plans for me, you deliberately lied to me!"

"So what did I lie to you?" Bei Weixi had a funny and helpless face, "You even said that you have no money."

"Don't think I don't remember, I know very well, you just took 1 yuan from me!"

"I have to make this clear," Bei Weixi said, "The 1 yuan was not given to me by you, it was our joint investment, and you will have a share when you make money."

Ling Qian looked at him dumbfounded: "...Is that so?"

"Of course, didn't you say it right from the beginning?" Bevisi's expression was extremely sincere, "Strictly speaking, I'm just hired by your trader, and I'm serving you. The money is still yours, And there will be more to come.”

"So that's the case," Ling Qian nodded slowly, "That's my misunderstanding."

Bei Weixi sighed: "You always don't believe me. No matter what, we have obtained the certificates now. We are grasshoppers on the same rope. Legally speaking, we are still a family. I wholeheartedly want to work hard with you, you But if you just listen to something outside and think about it, doubt me, I will be sad, okay?"

Ling Qian felt guilty, and felt that he had gone too far. He wanted to apologize, but he felt something was wrong.

He tilted his head and frowned, crossed his hands and thought hard for a while, then clapped his hands vigorously: "You can divorce me immediately!"

"How do I go?" Bei Weixi spread her hands, "I don't even have an ID card, okay? You'd better go to bed early and talk about it when you wake up tomorrow, okay?"

This is obviously to dislike his nonsense.

Ling Qian was not convinced, and patted the cushions: "I specifically consulted just now, it is very convenient to report the loss of identity certificates, and you can reissue without other documents. You don't need to go back and ask your parents for it!"

Bei Weixi looked surprised: "Ah? And this?"

"You are dragging me on purpose, you have plans for me!"

After Ling Qian finished speaking, he struggled to stand up from the sofa, and soon fell back due to the strong dizziness.

Seeing this, Bei Weixi quickly reached out to pick it up.The two collided and fell down on the sofa together.Ling Qian tugged at his collar: "You just want to marry me, you don't want a divorce at all, don't you?"

Most of his body was pressed against Bevisi's body, and the tips of their noses were only a few centimeters away from touching each other.

Bei Weixi subconsciously leaned back a little, turned her head slightly, and frowned: "You are so drunk."

"What's wrong with me, why am I confused," Ling Qian shook him, "Tell me, what I said is wrong! You can divorce me immediately, why delay?"

"How do you know that you don't need other documents to apply for a replacement ID card now?" Bevisi asked.

"My friend told me." Ling Qian replied in seconds.

"You didn't know, did you?" Bevisi asked again.

Ling Qian was very angry: "So I was deceived by you!"

"I don't know either!" Bevisi said loudly, "You don't need to know, can't I?"

"Huh?" Ling Qian was stunned again.

"I know now, and I'll make it up tomorrow," Bei Weixi said, "Can you explain some reason, please, you don't want to marry someone you don't know, why do you think I do?"

Ling Qian lay on top of him, staring blankly at him, unable to turn his head.

"How much money do you have for me?" Bevisi said, "What's the difference between staying at your house every day and going to jail? Am I cheating on getting married just to live like this?"

Ling Qian's mind was full of muddleheaded, and he replied dully: "...there is a difference, the food is better."

Bei Weixi laughed angrily at him, shook her head again and again, stretched out her hand and pushed him: "Go to sleep, there is no way to communicate like this."

Ling Qian was stunned for a while, then obediently climbed off him.

He got up staggeringly, and Bevisi was afraid that he would not be able to stand still, so she quickly stretched out her hand to protect him.

Ling Qian stood up straight, his footsteps were flimsy, but he didn't appreciate it, pushed his hand away, and stumbled towards the bed in the corner of the room.

"No," Bevisi realized something was wrong, "Your room is over there, this is my bed."

"What is my room? This is my home. Which room or which bed is not mine?" Ling Qian said, and he had already come to the bed and fell straight down.

Bei Weixi stood aside, surprised and dumbfounded.

"You just fell asleep?" he asked.

Ling Qian thought about it, and felt that something was wrong, so he sat up twistingly, and began to undress.

"Wait," Bellevue yelled, "that's not what I meant!"

"It's so noisy." Ling Qian stripped himself down to his underpants and tucked into the bed, "Good night."

He closed his eyes, his consciousness quickly blurred.

Bei Weixi's voice came from next to her ear again: "...you are not afraid that I am really trying to please you."

Ling Qian was half asleep and half awake, muttering in a low voice: "Crazy."

The author says:

Regarding the replacement of the ID card.According to the regulations, strictly speaking, it is necessary to bring the account book to handle it. If there is no account book, an identity certificate is required.But in fact, when it comes to each police station in each region, the operation method may be different. Some places are stricter, and some places are relatively loose.Under the relatively loose premise, the specific handling methods will also have many differences. (More and more simplification is the general trend)

From the beginning to the present, in every situation I wrote, someone told me "this is not right, I have done it like this before", in fact, it is just that different regions handle it differently.

Although there has not been any hardcore plot, I have checked a lot in these messy places-vb

In short, the specific situation of this article is still based on my settings!