Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Ling Qian had thought about it secretly and in detail.

Let Bei Weixi use that expression and tone to describe it afterwards. That night, at least, at least, he must have embraced Bei Weixi and kissed her.

He has seen examples of this.He has a high school classmate who turns into a kissing maniac every time he gets drunk at a class reunion, kissing whoever he catches.Ling Qian didn't have a similar criminal record in the past, so it's hard to guarantee that he did some irrational things when he was unconscious that day.

From the analysis of the surviving memory fragments, he may have done more than just kiss, but also did something else.Otherwise, why would you be naked when you wake up the next day, even your underwear is not neat.

When these assumptions gradually became concrete in his mind, whenever he and Bevisi were alone, he would unconsciously become tense and want to escape.

But at this moment, he couldn't escape.

He silently ruminated on the specific meaning of Bei Weixiong's words in his heart, and his brain felt a brief but obvious dizziness.

The light was too dim, and only the outline of the opponent could be seen.Ling Qian couldn't tell what kind of expression Bei Weixi had on his face at the moment.

He seemed to be smiling, or maybe not.He might be joking, or he might be serious.

After being dazed for a long time, Ling Qian said in a daze like a most standard fool: "Huh?"

Then he saw clearly that Bevisi was indeed smiling.

The little light in the room may have been reflected in Bevisi's eyes.At the same time as he bent his brows and eyes, the light was blurred and softened.

Ling Qian pursed his lips again.

He didn't ask any more questions, and didn't make any movements, he just lay quietly, his gaze fell on Bevisi's face.

Bevisi's face gradually became clear under his gaze.

After a few seconds, he came to his senses belatedly, and realized that his actions seemed to be quietly waiting for something.

When he quickly became flustered and wanted to react, Bevisi raised his other hand.

Ling Qian didn't move again.

He stiffened his body, and let Bevisi gently brush aside a few strands of fine bangs on his forehead with his fingers.He thought in his heart, why didn't Bei Weixi stop smiling, what was he thinking, why did he look so serious.

When Bei Weixi gradually approached, many danger signals popped up in Ling Qian's chaotic brain, reminding him to do something quickly.

He can yell to stop, or use his body to push back.

But in the end, he had neither.

Bevisi slowly bent down, briefly and gently touched the skin of his forehead with her lips.

It is too clear and shallow, leaving a sense of touch that seems to be nothing.In the chaos, Ling Qian could hardly tell whether it was real or not, or if it was just his own illusion.

At that moment, that fleeting warm touch may have come from Bevisi's breath.After all, they are so close.

Everything is a blur.

Bevisi quickly lay back, covered the quilt again, and said to him as if nothing had happened, "Good night."

Ling Qian still maintained the posture just now.Now, all he could see was the gray ceiling.

Is this what I did that night?he thinks.

Why is it so simple, it is not the same as imagined.

He raised one hand, covered his forehead, and covered the small piece of remaining touch.

"That night..." He choked before he finished speaking.

His throat was inexplicably dry and he couldn't make a sound.

"Nothing," Bevisi said. "Nothing happened that night. You kick the quilt and I cover you. That's all. Don't think about it."

Ling Qian also raised his other hand.

His forehead was a little hot, and he suspected that he had a fever.

Impossible, he thought, Bevisi must be hiding something.Did he not say it on purpose, just because those actions are not suitable for demonstration again.

"Good night?" Pevisy said again.

Ling Qian still didn't answer.

He wondered if he should keep asking.He suddenly wanted to know all the details of that night, whether he kissed other places besides the forehead.

But Bevisi didn't want to say it.

"I teased you before, don't think about it, go to sleep." He told Ling Qian.

Ling Qian covered his forehead with both hands, and turned to look at him.

Too bad I can't see anything.Bevisi pulled the quilt up very high and covered her face, only her hair and a little forehead were exposed.No wonder his voice sounded muffled.

"Good night," he said a third time.

Ling Qian still didn't make a sound.

"Go to bed early," said Bevisi, "lack of sleep will do irreversible damage to intelligence, and then you will do stupid things."

Ling Qian finally spoke: "...you are mocking me."

"No, I'm talking about myself." Bevisi raised the glass again and buried her head in it, "Go to sleep."

Ling Qian completely overslept.

He has classes throughout the day, and they are very important classes.The teacher of the morning class is a strange old man with a bad personality. He is extremely strict. Each class will be called twice, and the attendance will be recorded in the usual grades.

When Ling Qian woke up, it was past lunch time.

But he still didn't get enough sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache before he regained consciousness.

While the brain was buzzing, the broken and chaotic scenes in the dream circled back and forth in his mind.

He experienced some episodes in his dreams that he would find difficult to talk about when he woke up.

In the dream, Bei Weixi still lived in the original room.He came home drunk, knocked on Bevisy's door, staggered in, pushed Bevisie down on the sofa, and then bent down to kiss him.

Not the forehead, but the lips.

His hand grabbed Bevisi's neckline, tearing the somewhat worn-out jacket slightly out of shape.

Bevisi seemed to be struggling, but she didn't.

After that, there were some more chaotic and exaggerated scenes.

Ling Qian lay on the bed, clutching his forehead, thinking about a question.

Is that really just a dream?

Could it be that the conversation before going to bed last night stimulated him, so that the memory blurred by alcohol reappeared in the dream.

In his recent elective class, he just said that memory is not such a reliable thing, it can deceive people.He took notes.Sometimes, people will wishful thinking to add their own imagination to memories, self-deception unconsciously.

He couldn't even tell now whether Bevisi kissed his forehead before going to bed last night.That might just be part of the dream, too.

It was really like a dream.

Before he could figure it out, another strong feeling that belonged to instinct surged.

He is hungry.

After fully waking up, he immediately called his classmates.

Got a bad news.

In the morning class, the teacher really called the name.He was the only one absent in the class.

The teacher knew that he was transferred from the affiliated college, so he was a little prejudiced. He talked about it for more than five minutes in class. On the surface, he was criticizing that the current atmosphere of A University is not as good as before, but in fact he looked down on these rich people who spent money to expand their enrollment. Young master, I think this is ruining the standard of the school.

Ling Qian already had a headache and discomfort, but after hearing the report, his mood became worse.

But he didn't have time to complain.There was still class in the afternoon, so he had to finish his lunch and go to school as soon as possible.

As soon as the door was opened, Cheng Haomiao's voice was heard from afar.

"It makes sense! Oh, what a pity, I don't have any money now. Otherwise, with Brother Bei, you can teach me how to do it, wouldn't I be able to make a lot of money!"

Bei Weixi's voice was a little lower than his, and her tone sounded quite modest: "Don't rush for a while, there will be a chance in the future."

"What are you talking about?" Ling Qian asked while walking into the living room.

"You're awake," Bei Weixi was originally sitting on the sofa, but immediately stood up when she saw this, "Are you hungry? The food is on the table, and it's left for you."

Time is running out, and there is no time to chat with the two of them while eating.

Ling Qian nodded, sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and ate hard.

"What's the matter, the air pressure is so low, what could make you feel bad when you just woke up?" Cheng Haomiao asked.

Ling Qian's mouth was full of food, so it was inconvenient to answer, so he just shook his head.

He looked bitter and bitter, and the other two in the living room couldn't help but care.

Bei Weixi and Cheng Haomiao looked at each other, opened their mouths, but did not ask in the end.He sat on the sofa without saying a word for a while, then stood up.

"I went to read a book," he said.

Ling Qian originally wanted to shout cheers to him, but his mouth was full of food.In order to avoid yesterday's tragedy from happening again, he didn't dare to force his mouth and could only gesture.

It's a pity that Bevisi didn't seem to see it.

When she returned to her room to pick up her schoolbag after dinner, Bei Weixi sat at the desk again.

Ling Qian rushed in quickly, and had just packed his things to say goodbye to Bei Weixi, but heard Bei Weixi say: "I'm sorry."

Ling Qian looked at him suspiciously: "What?"

"It's nothing." Bei Weixi didn't look up, her eyes fell on the book, "Just forget it."

Ling Qian blinked his eyes twice.

There is no time to think about it right now, and it is not convenient to ask questions.

"I'll talk to you when I get back," he said, waving at Bevisy, "I'm leaving!"

"Be careful on the road." Bevisi said.

Seeing that he was about to be late, Cheng Haomiao came out to make trouble.

Ling Qian was changing shoes at the door, when he sneaked out, lowered his voice and asked, "What did you two do last night?"

Ling Qian lowered his head and tied his shoelaces with great force: "It's nothing."

"Then why...you wake up so late?" Cheng Haomiao smiled wretchedly.

Ling Qian rolled his eyes at him, straightened up, and was about to spout a few words when his eyes felt dizzy.Already unwell, and standing too fast, the blood supply to the brain is insufficient.

Seeing him staggering backwards, Cheng Haomiao quickly reached out to help him: "What's wrong with you, are you alright?"

His face was full of concern, and Ling Qian was too embarrassed to dislike him any longer.

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well," he pushed open the door, "don't think about everything."

Cheng Haomiao raised one eyebrow, with a noncommittal expression on his face.

Just as Ling Qian was about to close the door, he suddenly thought of something, and opened the door again: "Did he encourage you to buy stocks?"

"...I heard that you have invested a lot?" Cheng Haomiao immediately became excited.

"I advise you not to jump into this pit of fire." After Ling Qian finished speaking, he closed the door.

The author says:

Honest Beckham: There was nothing that night!

Ling Qian: This is impossible!I will [beep——] and then [beep——] and then [beep——] maybe [beep——]???(????д????)???

ps. Let's have some starfish for the sake of kissing!