Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Counting the time, it's almost time for dinner.

From time to time, there are takeaway boys coming in and out of the Internet cafe, and occasionally someone rings the service bell to ask Bei Weixi to deliver instant food such as instant noodles.

The aroma of various foods in the air mixed with the smell of smoke, forming an indescribably strange smell.

Fortunately, the braised beef noodles in front of us still smell very good.

Ling Qian lay on the table, silently waiting for the instant noodles with hot water to soften.

Bei Weixi quickly returned to his seat, and urged him while sitting down: "It's almost 5 minutes, you can eat."

Ling Qian lifted the paper cover, and the aroma filled his nostrils.

He picked up the fork and was about to start it when he suddenly thought of something: "What about you, you don't want dinner?"

Bei Weixi shook her head: "I'm not hungry now."

Ling Qian froze his hands in mid-air, looking at him.

"Don't think about it, I can't even afford instant noodles," Bei Weixi quickly explained, "My biological clock is a bit off now, I only had breakfast at 02:30 this afternoon, and I still can't eat it now."

Ling Qian heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head and sucked up the noodles.

I don't know if it is affected by the environment, but the most common braised beef noodles are also very delicious at the moment.Ling Qian took two mouthfuls of noodles, picked up the instant noodle bucket and drank some soup, and after putting it down, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's over," Bei Weixi said, "I wasn't hungry at first, but seeing you eat like this, I'm hungry."

Ling Qian blinked, and pushed the instant noodle bucket a little: "Take a bite?"

Bei Weixi did not refuse, took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the drawer, and lowered her head to fish for one.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Qian asked.

Isn't that the taste of instant noodles, but Bei Weixi nodded: "Well, it tastes great."

"Then you eat too, I'm actually not very hungry." Ling Qian said.

The two of them were sitting next to each other, eating instant noodles from the same bucket, and they were extremely polite, only picking up one or two sticks at a time, chewing slowly, and there was nothing missing for a long time.

"How do you usually solve the three meals?" Ling Qian asked.

"Occasionally I eat this, but I don't eat much," Bei Weixi may be afraid that he will worry, so he explained in detail, "We are in charge of meals here. I work on the evening shift. I eat lunch at nine o'clock in the evening. Dinner at five o'clock."

"What about breakfast?"

"Did you see Sister Zhang when you came here today? She helped make some dumplings last weekend, and we shared them among the three of us. Usually, I go downstairs to buy them if I'm interested, and cook some when I'm lazy. It's very convenient."

"...you get along very well."

"Well, they're all pretty good, I'm very lucky," Bevisi glanced at him, "I've always been a very lucky person in this regard."

"Then is the salary here enough?" Ling Qian asked again.

"Enough, that's enough," Bei Weixi said, "My rent is paid by my family now, and the living expenses are not too much. I have negotiated with the boss, no social security, and I will pay more for my salary. In this way, after a while I can resign in two months, concentrate on preparing for the exam at home, and it will be enough until the college entrance examination is over. No matter how bad it is, I still have the 1 yuan in the previous card, so there will be no problem."

Bevisi was much more organized than he imagined, and had planned everything long ago.

"But……"

Bei Weixi put down her chopsticks: "Still worried?"

"That's not what you told me at the beginning." Ling Qian lowered his head, said while turning the fork in his hand.

"What did I say?" Bevisi didn't understand what he was referring to.

"You said, half-work and half-study, it's idiotic to want to be admitted to University A. You also said that you don't have the capital to put all your eggs in one basket. If you fail, you will have no way out."

As Ling Qian spoke, he raised his head and looked at Bei Weixi's face: "You said, life is not as simple as I imagined."

Bei Weixi looked at him for a moment, then nodded: "I remember, I told you that day on the subway."

"Do you have the capital to fail now?" Ling Qian asked.

Bevisi shook her head, and said, "But now I have the motivation and courage to try."

He laughed as he spoke, as if thinking of something extremely happy: "Ling Qian, you don't need to do anything more for me."

Ling Qian thought to himself, what is more, I obviously can't do anything for you.

You didn't even want the sponsorship that was promised at the beginning.

"There's not much left, eat quickly." Bei Weixi pushed the noodles towards him, and threw away her disposable chopsticks.

"...I don't want you to work so hard." Ling Qian said.

"It's not hard, it's much easier than when I was in the first year of high school," Bei Weixi said, "Don't worry, I will be your classmate next year."

Ling Qian still had an opinion, but he couldn't say it out loud.

He was looking forward to Bei Weixi going back with him, not just thinking about Bei Weixi.Even if Bei Weixi felt that it was very easy, completely comfortable, and lived an extremely comfortable life, he couldn't accept it calmly.

He is selfish, he wants to see him every day.

"Don't believe me?" Bevisi misunderstood his expression.

"Believe me," Ling Qian nodded, "You are so powerful, you can definitely do it. You are a genius."

A bucket of instant noodles is divided between two people, of course no one can get enough.

In the evening, Bei Weixi ordered a box lunch, and each of them shared half of it.

It was getting late, according to Bei Weixi's intention, it was almost time for Ling Qian to go back.

But Ling Qian insisted on hanging on, he just didn't leave, saying that he had nothing to do when he went back, and he wanted to stay and inspect Bei Weixi's working environment in detail.

So the two sat behind the counter, chatting one after another.

Ling Qian told Bei Weixi that he had recently become more familiar with Zang Qian and Tang Xiaowan because of borrowing notes.Seeing that Zang Qian was still thinking about Bei Weixi, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lied, saying that Bei Weixi had temporarily suspended school due to personal reasons.

"I told her, your name is Zhen Shirate."

Bei Weixi burst out laughing immediately: "Only you can believe this name!"

"She believed it," Ling Qian seriously emphasized, "You figured it out yourself, so you're ashamed to say it."

"To tell you the truth, I also made a fake ID card called Hao Yingjun." Bei Weixi said.

With a look of disgust on his face, Ling Qian moved back and distanced himself from him: "You really have bad intentions, you only do these things."

"Well, I lost my way for a while," Bei Weixi smiled, "Fortunately, someone showed up in time and saved me at the fork in my life."

"At that time, you didn't really intend to cheat money for a living!" Ling Qian said.

"That's not true," Bei Weixi sighed, "I just want to save an emergency. The fake identity is used to find a job. You don't need a document these days."

He said, and laughed again: "I just found out that day that you are the person I'm going to marry, and I felt that I was really unlucky. Now that I think about it, it's actually a very lucky thing."

Ling Qian thought to himself, I think so too.

"It's a blessing in disguise," Bevisi said. "So, you see, I'm living a tight life now. Looking back in the future, this may not be a meaningful experience."

Ling Qian nodded: "Yes."

"What are you laughing at?" Bevisi asked.

Ling Qian shook his head, but did not answer.

He thought to himself, what Bei Weixi said seemed to confirm that he would lead a different life in the future.

He thought it was cool, and he liked it a lot.

After eleven o'clock, the passenger flow decreased a lot. Bevisi was very leisurely and didn't bring an exercise book, so he simply opened the game after a long absence.

Ling Qian doesn't like to play so far, but loves to watch, especially loves to watch Bei Weixi play. He sits excitedly by the side, interjecting a few words from time to time, and his emotions are high.

After a few rounds, Ling Qian asked: "If I don't come, shouldn't you be doing the quiz at this time?"

"Well," Bei Weixi nodded, "Thanks to you, I can combine work and rest."

Ling Qian laughed straight, and yawned after laughing, feeling sleepy.

"Take a taxi while it's still convenient, and go back." Bei Weixi advised him.

"Sit for a while." Ling Qian said.

Bei Weixi didn't try to persuade him anymore, after all, he didn't really expect Ling Qian to leave.

At one o'clock in the morning, Ling Qian yawned profusely, spoke incoherently, his eyelids were fighting, and finally fell asleep on the table.

Bevisi was afraid that he would be cold, so she covered him with a coat, and worried that he would be uncomfortable lying on his stomach, so she found him a cushion from the lounge.

Ling Qian woke up when stuffing the mattress, with a dazed expression on his face, he cheerfully smiled at Bei Weixi, looking silly and cute.

Bei Weixi watched, and some irrational impulses appeared in his heart for a short time, and he wanted to tell him, or I will go back with you to live for a while.

But soon, he dismissed the idea.

It was obvious that Ling Qian was completely displeased with his current living environment.He had already expected this, so he was always reluctant to let Ling Qian come over.

He has enjoyed the life of a rich young man for nearly half a year, and he knows how bad his current residence and job look.But these are the best he can get now relying on his own ability.

Ling Qian looked down on him, so he and Ling Qian were not a good match.

He thought that his young master had some feelings for him more or less, pure tenderness and kindness, not so clingy.

But that was at best a vague goodwill.

The pampered young master must have never met people with his background in his life before, so he will inevitably become interested because of the novelty, and mistakenly think that he is attracted.

The current Bevisi doesn't want to take advantage of this.

Ling Qian slept very restlessly, and woke up before six o'clock, with a sore back and a sore back, and his whole face looked wrinkled, not as beautiful as usual, but still very cute.

"My little finger is numb," he complained to Bevisy with a sad face, "is there any problem?"

He had just removed the fixation, and the skin of the little finger looked fairer and tenderer than other places.

"Let me see." Bevisi took his hand and rubbed it gently twice, "I still don't feel it at all?"

"...A little bit." Ling Qian lowered his head and whispered.

"That's good," Bevisi said, continuing to rub his hands, "Do you have class today?"

"Well, afternoon."

"Go back early, take a shower and get a good night's sleep, it won't affect your lectures," Bevisi said, "Don't wait until you fail a subject and cry."

"...I'm dead and you come to rebuild with me next year." Ling Qian said.

Bei Weixi laughed: "Alright."

After laughing, I didn't forget to remind: "Don't fail the course on purpose!"

"I won't!" Ling Qian glared at him.

After sending Ling Qian to the taxi, Bei Weixi went back to the Internet cafe, tidied up and it was almost time for the shift change.

Walking out of the Internet cafe, he saw the intersection where he sent Ling Qian to the car just now, and felt lost for a while.

He thought to himself, when Ling Qian left, why didn't he say he would come again next time?

Do you feel that this place is so bad that you don't want to come here again?The little princess made a private visit in a micro-service, and was frightened by the poor life of the people at the bottom of the city.

He quickly dismissed the idea.No, Ling Qian was clearly reluctant to leave.

Ling Qian just sat in the car and waved at him, his eyes full of reluctance.

Looking back now, he couldn't help laughing.

He told himself, it's better to stop thinking about it, go home, wash and sleep.I wasted a whole day without reading the books and brushing the questions, so I have to work harder tomorrow.

He is desperate to get better.

After all, he has never given up, even if he is not a prince, he still wants to marry the princess back home.

The author says:

Ling Qian's perspective: Beibei is my Cinderella woooooo!