Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Bei Weixi received a message from Ling Qian in the middle of the class.

Ling Qian said that if he needed something, he would let him know after class was over.

Even though they are under the same roof, they use such a roundabout way of communication.Bei Weixi knew that Ling Qian was afraid that speaking directly would affect his lectures.

This little confused but cute young master cared so much about his studies that people had to think about it.

Nobody treats another person well for nothing without asking for anything in return, unless it's really an angel.

Of course, Ling Qian said that he wanted to pay back, and he charged interest.

How much can you charge?Did not say.

So, no matter how you look at it, it looks more like an excuse for him to rationalize his behavior.

Bei Weixi is very sure that Ling Qian has always maintained a skeptical attitude towards his theory of "making a lot of money".To Ling Qian, he, Bevisi, has no material value.

Therefore, if there is a picture, it can only be on the spiritual level.

Therefore, this seemingly low-key news still more or less affected Bevisi's study, making him unconsciously distracted for a while.

The online class he signed up for is not one-on-one teaching. In order to match the progress of most students, the teaching is not very efficient. Bevisi often feels procrastinated and a bit of a waste of time.

Taking advantage of the teacher repeatedly emphasizing the same knowledge point that he had already mastered, he edited a reply.

——Okay, I'll come to find you after class.

After hesitating for a while, he didn't press send.

Forget it anyway.Otherwise, Ling Qian would criticize him later for not being serious in class.

Bevisi has always wanted to tell him, it's a bit strange for you to stare at my buttocks and control me, do you really think of yourself as my wife?

He wanted to say it in a joking tone, and admire Ling Qian's blushing and angry look.

Such a picture has been assumed many times in his mind.

But he just thought about it and never said it.Because of some small and inhumane emotions, this embarrassing joke has a special meaning, which makes people feel guilty and subconsciously avoid it.

Finally, when get out of class was over, Bei Weixi took the initiative to go to Ling Qian's room.

As soon as I got closer, I heard the noise inside.

That person named Cheng Haomiao, Bei Weixi had never heard Ling Qian mention it before, but judging from the state of the two of them getting along, they must have a good relationship.

Between friends, the more affectionate they are, the more impolite they appear.

Ling Qian was not very polite to him many times, but obviously it was not the same reason.

Walking to the door, Bei Weixi just raised her hand, and Cheng Haomiao's angry roar came from the door: "Are you an idiot? Ah? You are not an idiot!"

Ling Qian was not to be outdone: "You're so noisy! It's because you keep annoying me that you make mistakes! Shut up!"

Bei Weixi raised her eyebrows and knocked on the door.

"Unlocked!" Ling Qian's angry voice came from inside.

At the same time, there was the noise of something colliding.

Bei Weixi pushed open the door and saw Ling Qian standing up from the table.

"Don't play anymore, fight yourself!" He shouted at Cheng Haomiao.

Cheng Haomiao turned pale with shock: "I'm not over with this game, you can't do this!"

Ling Qian ignored him, kept the computer turned on, and walked towards Bei Weixi: "Let's go to your room and talk."

"Uh..." Bei Weixi looked at the game screen that was still flashing on the computer screen, and hesitated to speak.

"Can you have some quality!" Cheng Haomiao was furious, "At least we can finish this round!"

Ling Qian ignored him at all, pulled Bei Weixi and walked out.

Bei Weixi turned her head three times with each step.

He really wanted to finish the remaining half of the game for Ling Qian.It's not that his eyes are itchy, it's just that he feels sorry for those teammates who were abandoned by Ling Qian.

But looking at this guy's angry look now, he could not avoid getting burned, so he decided not to kick the brazier on purpose.

When the two arrived at Bei Weixi's room, Ling Qian seemed to not want to be disturbed, so he closed the door specially.

"What's the matter, so serious?" Bevisi asked.

"It's like this," Ling Qian lowered his head and cleared his throat, his expression slightly awkward and nervous, "My mother found out about that guy's coming to my house."

"That's it." Bei Weixi nodded, thinking, what does that have to do with me.

"So, he doesn't have to hide from Sister Li anymore," Ling Qian glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head again, "There's no need to squeeze into a room with me."

Bevisi nodded again.

He subconsciously began to think why Ling Qian wanted to tell him this trivial matter, and was so solemn, maybe it was because he was afraid that he would misunderstand and be unhappy.

Ling Qian like this, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he came here to explain to Cheng Haomiao in order to distance himself from Cheng Haomiao, right?

There must be a deeper reason for this, no?

Ling Qian licked his lips, and continued: "Then, I fooled my mother casually on the phone, saying that he slept in your room last night, and now you are sleeping with me."

Bevisi blinked.

"My mother decided to tell Sister Li not to tidy up the guest room," Ling Qian sighed, "So, in order not to be exposed, you may have to... move a room."

It turned out to be the case.

Bei Weixi understood it. He was worried that Sister Li would find out about their weird housing allocation and spread the word to his parents.

Therefore, Ling Qian wasn't afraid of him thinking too much, but his imagining just now was the real thinking too much.

"What do you mean, what kind of expression is this, that you dislike me so much?" Ling Qian misunderstood and was very unhappy, "I don't look bad when I sleep!"

Bei Weixi didn't know what kind of expression she showed when she was absent-minded for a while, but she quickly adjusted, shook her head and said, "Are you sure? I still remember that night..."

"Stop!" Ling Qian interrupted him loudly, "I drank too much that day, and I usually sleep very honestly! And my bed is so big, it won't affect you at all! If you don't like it, you can sleep on the sofa!"

Bei Weixi thought for a while, then nodded: "That's fine."

Ling Qian was taken aback: "I'm sick, aren't you afraid to get rolled down?"

"No." Bei Weixi smiled and raised her hand to gesture, "I have slept on a bed that is only this wide for more than ten years, and I have long been used to it."

This had an unexpected effect.

Ling Qian, who was originally furious, immediately became quiet and soft, and his voice was a little softer than before: "I drank too much last time, so I was not normal. Usually I sleep very peacefully, and I don't grind my teeth or snore. .”

Bei Weixi nodded: "This is what you said. If you make any noise that disturbs me, I will record it and play it to you the next day."

"Crazy!" Ling Qian glared at him immediately, "I haven't disliked you yet! Besides, you won't be able to sleep for long."

After the words fell, both of them were taken aback.

In half a month, the divorce will be a foregone conclusion, and Bei Weixi will be able to leave.He has been keeping an eye out for suitable accommodation these days, has found several alternatives, and is finalizing them.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Bei Weixi took the initiative to break the silence: "That's right, I haven't slept in such a big bed before, so I just took this opportunity to enjoy it."

Ling Qian nodded, but didn't speak.

"By the way," Bei Weixi tried her best to hold back the topic again, "Can you lend me your computer for a while? I mean, let me take it with me when the time comes. I can't take online classes without it."

"Oh, yes!" Ling Qian nodded, "I'll see you off, and I don't need it either."

Knowing that he really didn't want it anymore, Bei Weixi was not polite to him, and smiled at him: "Thank you."

Looking at his face, Ling Qian suddenly became flustered for some reason, quickly looked away, and then stood up deliberately: "Actually, the configuration of the machine you are using now is not very good, it is a bit outdated. Take Cheng Haomiao just now. The one I used is lighter, easier to carry, and has better performance.”

"...Then he won't be able to play games anymore," Bei Weixi said, "I gave him mine in the morning. He dislikes the poor configuration, so he can only use low-quality graphics, don't want it."

"Never mind him," Ling Qian paced back and forth in the room, "he has no right to pick and choose now."

Bei Weixi really wanted to ask him what he was wandering about, but before he could open his mouth, Ling Qian stopped abruptly.

"By the way," he looked at Bei Weixi again, "Did he say anything to you today? Why do you play games together?"

"He..." Bevisi thought for a while, "It's nothing special."

In the beginning, it was Cheng Haomiao who took the initiative to strike up a conversation.With an attitude of gossip, he asked Bei Weixi what plans she had after leaving Ling Qian's house, and what plans she had for the future.

Bevisi was half lying and half telling the truth, telling herself that she planned to work and study first to get a slightly more impressive diploma, and then consider other things.

Cheng Haomiao was very interesting, pretending to express emotion to him, saying that this is very good, young and strong with hands and feet, as long as he is willing to endure hardships, he will not be starved to death, and there must be a way to live.

So Bei Weixi asked him, if this is the case, why did you come to Ling Qian?

Cheng Haomiao talked about him from left to right, emphasizing that he has a good relationship with Ling Qian, that's why he was the first to go to him when he was in trouble.As the saying goes, relying on friends when going out, if the average person is not too eccentric, there will always be a few friends, which is better than relying on strangers who are not relatives or relatives.

He obviously had something to say.

At that time, the atmosphere was not friendly, until Cheng Haomiao heard Bei Weixi's mobile phone notification tone.

It's the special sound effect of the game they played today.

Since then, the topic has been out of control.

Bei Weixi likes this game very much, and bought a game account with a huge sum of money a few years ago.It's a pity that there are not many opportunities to play.

Although he didn't have much practical experience, he had read a lot of relevant information and had sufficient theoretical knowledge, so he was able to talk with Cheng Haomiao, an enthusiast.

When she first planned to form a team, Bei Weixi was still a little bit worried, afraid that she would show her timidity.Fortunately, Cheng Haomiao cooks thoroughly, which is reassuring.

"There's nothing special about you being so speculative? Just talking about games?" Ling Qian asked.

Bei Weixi thought for a while, then smiled: "I'm still talking about you."

Ling Qian really cared, and quickly approached: "What are you talking about me? You guys are talking bad things about me!"

"No," Bei Weixi said, "He said, he has known you for many years, and he is a very good brother."

Ling Qian was skeptical.

"But..." Bei Weixi hesitated to speak, and looked away.

"What?" Ling Qian really caught the trick.

"But I've never heard you mention him," said Bevisi.

Ling Qian waved his hand: "He has nothing to mention, he is not important."

"Then, is there anyone or something that is more important to you?" Bevisi asked.

Ling Qian didn't know how to answer for a moment, he hesitated for two seconds: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Actually, it's not just that you haven't mentioned him to me. You haven't told me much about yourself. Even if I ask you, you still say very little," Bevisi said, "but..."

He deliberately paused, Ling Qian immediately asked: "But what?"

"So you have a good relationship, right? He's heard about me," Bevisi said, "knows what's going on with us, and he's also very clear about my situation."

Ling Qian pursed his lips.

"Did you mention me to him," said Pevisy, "did you speak ill of me?"

"Uh..." Ling Qian glanced wildly.

"Yes." Bevisi asserted.

After finishing speaking, he frowned slightly, and sighed very slowly with a resentful expression on his face.

The author says:

Cheng Haomiao: I'll help you find out about him!

Bei Weixi: This old man missed your bottom line.