Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Ling Qian really wanted to rush back to his room in an instant, so he picked up Cheng Haomiao and threw him out of the house.

This guy who succeeds more than fails.

He had indeed said a lot to Cheng Haomiao.When Cheng Haomiao just returned to China a while ago, he drank some wine and poured out his inexplicable grievances about receiving the certificate and all kinds of distrust towards Bei Weixi.

Those are certainly not good words, but strictly speaking, they don't seem to be bad words, right?

After that, he helped Cheng Haomiao express his doubts and said a lot of good things.

Ling Qian wanted to vindicate himself, but he didn't know where to start, so he opened his mouth anxiously.

Bei Weixi glanced at him faintly, turned her head and said, "I'm sorry, I must have caused you a lot of trouble."

This is what Ling Qian is least good at dealing with.

If he was as straightforward as Cheng Haomiao, straightforward and rude, he would be able to speak and act casually, and scold back frankly without any scruples.

He is a bully.When he meets someone with a soft attitude, he becomes a puddle of mud immediately.

"No, there's no such thing," Ling Qian was nervous, trying to sort out his words, "You didn't come to my house on purpose, and my parents should take the primary responsibility. You didn't affect me too much, just... "

It just cost me a lot of money.

Ling Qian bit off the words and swallowed them back.

In the past, these were not big money to him at all, and he didn't even frown when he spent them.It's a pity that today is not what it used to be. After several months of living in poverty, he finally has some concrete concepts about money.

But even so, he didn't regret agreeing to support Bei Weixi.

Bei Wei looked forward and backward, lacking confidence in herself.He was different. He had a strong, almost blind trust in the fact that Bevisi could be admitted to University A.

His intuition told him that this was a surefire thing that would definitely pay off.

Bei Weixi couldn't wait for the follow-up, so she took the initiative to ask: "What is it?"

"That's right, that's right..." Ling Qian wasn't that good at making up nonsense, and after struggling for a while, he simply overturned the preface, "No, that's right, I was wrong."

Bevisci laughed again.

He looked at Ling Qian, narrowed his eyes, his lips parted slightly, and he could vaguely see the white and neat teeth.

Ling Qian unconsciously remembered what Cheng Haomiao said just now.

Cheng Haomiao really didn't look like him at all.

Bevisi's smile was completely different from his, it looked so natural, warm, and a little bewitching.

While avoiding that sight in a panic, Ling Qian said to himself that his decision should be correct and worthwhile.

"I complained to him before. When we first got married, I had a lot of resentment at that time, as you know." Ling Qian sat down in front of him again, and when he spoke, he only looked down at his hands, " I didn’t say anything after that. If he talks nonsense to you, ignore him.”

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no response.

Ling Qian had no choice but to raise his head, and immediately collided with Bei Weixi's gaze that was looking straight over.

"There was a lot of resentment at that time, what about now?" Bevisi asked, "Have you accepted it now?"

Ling Qian was stunned for a while, then asked back: "...What else?"

"That's right," Bei Weixi said, standing up and stretching her muscles and bones, "It's almost over anyway."

The two fell silent again.

"Later, take some time to tidy up your things." Ling Qian also stood up, "Call me for help."

"Can I put all my things in this cabinet, and then move the cabinet to your place?" Bevisi pointed to a relatively light-looking low cabinet beside him, "Otherwise, you still have to organize the space for me to use. Just For a few days, there is no need."

"Okay," Ling Qian nodded, "I'll move it for you after finishing."

I don't know what kind of material this seemingly small cabinet is made of. It is much heavier than expected, and it sticks to the ground as if it is falling from a jack.

The two finally finished moving before dinner, and they added an extra bite of rice when serving the meal.

"I don't know how to help!" Ling Qian cursed at Cheng Haomiao after sitting down, "You idler."

Cheng Haomiao felt wronged: "I just wanted to help, but you drove me away!"

The cabinet is just that big, two people can carry it on one side and the other on the right, and the extra person has nowhere to start.Ling Qian was just tired of moving, thinking of this culprit, he just got angry for no reason.Even if it doesn't make sense, he still insists on pushing.

"Whoever wants you to move together, you can't say, you get out of the way and let me come?" Ling Qian had no confidence, but still said loudly, "It's because of you that you want to move!"

Cheng Haomiao was speechless, raised his hand and nodded at him twice, decided to find someone to judge, so he turned to look at Bei Weixi: "Do you think he is very unreasonable?"

Bei Weixi smiled at him, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into Ling Qian's bowl: "Eat more when you're tired."

Ling Qian was a little happy, and while picking up the chopsticks, he yelled at Cheng Haomiao: "Look at him!"

"I, you...you," Cheng Haomiao was dizzy, and also picked up his chopsticks, "I'm too lazy to learn as much as you do."

He took a few mouthfuls of rice, and suddenly thought of something. When he put down the bowl, he smiled maliciously: "Oh, I am sorry that I am a lonely family, and I am bullied by your little husband and wife. You despise me so much, do you secretly hate me?" Did I destroy the world of the two of you?"

Ling Qian, who was swallowing food, was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously wanted to speak, but was choked.

In order not to spray the food all over the table, he clenched his fists and exhausted all his strength, his little face flushed and tears came out of his eyes on the spot.

In the end, the rice didn't come out of the mouth, but went into the nose.

Cheng Haomiao really didn't expect him to react so much, he was worried and wanted to laugh: "Are you okay, why are you so excited?"

The rice in his nose couldn't go up or down, Ling Qian was so uncomfortable that he didn't care about the tears all over his face, he got up and gave Cheng Haomiao a look, and ran to the bathroom.

Ling Qian wrestled with the small grain of rice for more than ten minutes in front of the sink in the bathroom.

During this time, Bei Weixi came to him and asked him how the situation was and whether it was okay.

Ling Qian waved to him through the mirror with tears in his eyes.

After that, he was about to continue blowing his nose vigorously, but he bent down, but stopped.

Because Bei Weixi didn't leave, she stood at the door, leaning on the door frame to watch him.

Ling Qian suddenly felt ashamed, and didn't want to make such a foolish and airless action in front of him.

"You go back to eat, let's see what I do," Ling Qian said with a muffled voice because his nose was uncomfortable, "Hurry up and go."

Not only did Bei Weixi not leave, she also came behind him and looked down at him: "Why don't you try to find a way to sneeze or something?"

It sounds good, but Ling Qian didn't want to blow his nostrils in front of Bei Weixi at all, so he straightened up and pushed him hard: "It's none of your business, you go back to eat."

Bei Weixi stepped back while emphasizing: "I'm not here to laugh at you..."

Ling Qian thought to himself, fart, you obviously can't stop laughing.

After finally getting the damned rice out, Ling Qian exhausted all his energy and went back to the living room, where he heard Bei Weixi's voice from afar.

"So, you understand now?"

The two had finished their meal and were sitting at the table chatting.

Not knowing what Bei Weixi was referring to, Cheng Haomiao lowered his head slightly and said nothing.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head to look at Ling Qian, with a somewhat dignified expression.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Qian was curious.

Cheng Haomiao opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"It's nothing, I'm talking about things in the game," Bevisi said, "Have you solved your trouble?"

Ling Qian nodded, then immediately yelled at Cheng Haomiao: "It's all your fault!"

According to his past experience, Cheng Haomiao would definitely have to answer a few words, scolding him for being shameless and casually venting his anger even though he was not careful.

But this guy was uncharacteristically, turning his head away, with an awkward look: "Stop talking too much, let's eat you soon."

Ling Qian was full of suspicion.

After dinner, they went back to each room. Bei Weixi subconsciously walked to the room where she lived before, and only recovered when she reached the door.

This made Ling Qian a little embarrassed.

Bei Weixi returned to the room, and after a short rest, she will definitely start studying.The two of them moved together, and when the time comes, he will be wandering around, will it affect him?

Cheng Haomiao popped up at this moment: "Brother Bei, do you want to start another round?"

"No," Ling Qian immediately stopped, "He wants to study."

Cheng Haomiao looked him up and down: "Are you a little too..."

Ling Qian interrupted loudly: "Are you a three-year-old kid? If you want someone to accompany you to play a game, then I will accompany you!"

It's a pity that he is really not a gamer.

Ignoring Cheng Haomiao's poor teaching level and his unfamiliar operating skills, once the game officially started, Ling Qian seemed to be in the driver's seat, completely unable to contain his temper.A little bit of trivial trouble will make his fire rise up.

When I watched Bei Weixi and Cheng Haomiao play at noon, I obviously thought it was very interesting, but when it was my turn to operate it, the whole thing was in a hurry, and I died inexplicably again and again, which was no fun at all.

Coupled with Cheng Haomiao talking about all kinds of disgust, Ling Qian wished he could pick up the computer and slap him at him.

After holding his breath and playing three rounds, Ling Qian didn't experience any happiness, but only felt a fire burning in his chest.

"It's fun, it's interesting!" Cheng Haomiao was quite proud, "It's just that your level is too bad, and it will only hinder you. I really don't want to take you."

Ling Qian narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Cheng Haomiao finally realized something was wrong.

"Going to class is more interesting than playing this." Ling Qian stood up, "Remember your words, don't come to me again."

Exhausted, he returned to the room on footsteps, and when he opened the door, he saw the light on the table beside the table.

Only then did Ling Qian come to his senses, he came back too early.

Hearing the voice, Bei Weixi turned her head to look at him and asked, "Is it fun?"

"...not so good," Ling Qian said, "I may not be suitable for these."

"You saw us play very vigorously before." Bevisi laughed.

"I'm probably suitable for watching." Ling Qian walked to the bed and lay down straight, "I'm so tired."

Bevisi, who was originally sitting at the desk, stood up quietly, walked to his side, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qian turned to look at him.

"I'm tired too," Bevisi said, "take a break."