Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Ling Qian frowned and looked at him: "Why do I think you like chatting with him?"

"What are you talking about, you didn't see that he ignored me," Bei Weixi shrugged helplessly, "I want to say something nice for Cheng Haomiao, but I don't know where to start."

Ling Qian understood, but at the same time felt it was funny: "Cheng Haomiao has helped us a lot, what did he help?"

Bei Weixi looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

Ling Qian came to his senses later, lowered his head and coughed lightly, then turned and walked to the door of Cheng Haomiao's room.

He raised his hand, hesitating for a few seconds, wondering whether he should knock down or not.

At this moment, Bei Weixi's voice came from behind: "Cheng Haomiao! We are coming in!"

Ling Qian was forced to ride a tiger, stared back, and opened the door bravely.

Cheng Haomiao was squatting, and there were many books scattered on the floor in front of him. Looking at the cover, they were all textbooks.

It was estimated that these books smashed the wall to make such a loud sound just now.

Seeing this, Ling Qian walked up to him, bent down and helped them pack up together.

Cheng Haomiao only looked up at him when he opened the door, and soon lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," he said while picking up the book, "Damn it, it's the first time in my life to yell at him like this, and it feels pretty good."

After speaking, he stood up and put all the books in his arms on the table.

"Bevisy, come and see if you want anything." He waved back, "They are all brand new."

Bei Weixi walked to his side, lowered her head and looked: "I really don't want any more?"

"En." Cheng Haomiao responded.

"Stop learning?" Bevisi confirmed again.

"Don't study, just learn ass," Cheng Haomiao turned around, and took another part of the books Ling Qian handed over, "Wasting time and wasting life."

"...Does your brother disagree?" Ling Qian asked.

"I want him to take care of it," Cheng Haomiao said, "If it wasn't for taking care of my father's emotions, I wouldn't be able to go back. He really thinks I've given in."

Ling Qian glanced at Bei Weixi and found that Bei Weixi was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other silently for two seconds, and Cheng Haomiao raised his head: "What are you doing, you want to flirt and go back to your own room."

Bei Weixi smiled at him: "Are you hungry? Shall I order some dumplings for you?"

"I'm not hungry, I've finished my dinner." Cheng Haomiao turned around and walked to the chair beside him, and sat down, "I'm really fine, don't worry about it."

He said, pointing to the stack of books again: "Is there nothing you need? Without me, I would lose it all?"

"Yes, yes," Bei Weixi immediately lowered her head and began to look carefully, "Don't worry."

Cheng Haomiao was calm, but Ling Qian was in a hurry.

He frowned and looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "What's going on? What did your brother tell you that you got so angry?"

"...It's okay." Cheng Haomiao turned his head.

Ling Qian held back for three seconds, and he failed.As soon as he grabbed Cheng Haomiao, he walked towards the living room.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Haomiao was at a loss, "Why are you freaking out?"

Ling Qian pulled him to the table, pointed to the chair beside him: "Sit!"

After finishing speaking, he went back to the kitchen without turning his head.

Cheng Haomiao was still hesitating, but he came back again, holding a few cans of beer just taken out of the refrigerator in his hand.

"Come on, hold your ass with me," Ling Qian slapped the beer on the table, "Who are you trying to panic to death!"

Cheng Haomiao still had a bit of hesitation on his face, but he acted very honestly. He sat down obediently, took a can of beer, and opened the tab.

"...I still have to pack my luggage. You heard it just now, that guy will find someone to pick me up tomorrow."

"I'll take care of it with you later," Ling Qian picked up the beer can, touched him symbolically, and pulled the tab, "Do you think it's inconvenient for Bei Weixi to be here? Go back to your room and read."

Bei Weixi stood at the door holding the book that had just been delivered, her eyes wide open, her face innocent.

"It's okay," Cheng Haomiao sighed, put down the can, heaved a sigh of relief, and his voice became louder, "If there is a quarrel today, I'll fucking blame him!"

Bevisi pointed at herself blankly: "Me?"

"It's you! You said let me think about what I want to do," Cheng Haomiao was angry, and kept talking, "It's fucking useless, no one will listen to it! I understand, they don't want me When I study, I just feel that I am a fucking waste. It is better to learn to be a nerd at home than to be released to commit crimes. I am redundant! Just put me in a cage!"

Cheng Haomiao said that last night he kept thinking about dawn and thinking about what he could do.

In the end, I came to a conclusion that I thought was valuable.

The high school basics that his family forced him to learn now are of no use to him in inheriting the family business.If he needs specialized business management knowledge, he does not have to force a diploma from a prestigious university.

What he needs is more professional and targeted guidance, or simply let him practice.He is willing to try to challenge himself and do something for his family.His father was sick in bed, just when he needed help.

Cheng Zhiyuan scoffed at this seemingly reasonable idea.

Cheng Zhiyuan told him not to be too whimsical, ambitious, and naive. In his words, he obviously had no trust in Cheng Haomiao's ability and determination, and thought that what he said was completely immature.

He asked Cheng Haomiao, how long has this idea been born?

After learning that Cheng Haomiao had just had a whim half a day ago, he shook his head again and again, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

Cheng Haomiao suppressed the grievance and depression in his heart at that time, expressing that he was willing to learn from the most basic.Ling Qian can hide his identity and become an intern, so can he. He is willing to spend the same amount of time as studying to get to know each other little by little from the grassroots level.

Unfortunately, it still hasn't been approved.

Cheng Zhiyuan said that he didn't expect such a thing to happen at home, and it didn't make him grow up, and his ideas were still unrealistic and naive.

He also told Cheng Haomiao that with his academic qualifications, if he wanted to come to his family's company for an internship, he would be rejected in the first round of resume submissions.

"I just said he looked down on me at all," Cheng Haomiao slapped the table loudly, "You still don't believe me! He thinks I'm a waste from the bottom of his heart!"

Ling Qian held the beer can in one hand and propped his chin in the other, with a bitter face: "...Actually, going to work is not as easy as you think."

"I didn't think it was easy. I heard you said those things. I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs run," Cheng Haomiao said, "but why don't you even give me the qualification to try? Return your resume, my mother I still need to submit a resume, and I don’t want to create this opportunity for me, so what else do I do? Everyone lives their own life?”

Bei Weixi came out of the kitchen with a plate, put it on the table, and gave them chopsticks respectively: "Don't just drink, eat something."

He just went downstairs to the convenience store to buy some cold food, fearing that it would be inconvenient for the two of them to eat, so he put it on a plate.

"You drink too!" Cheng Haomiao gave him a can of beer.

Just now Ling Qian had already finished drinking the beer that Ling Qian took out from the refrigerator, and what they have now is also the one that Bei Weixi just bought.

"I'll forget it," Bevisi said, "someone will always be in charge of cleaning up later."

"What are you cleaning? Let's talk about it tomorrow." Ling Qian, who just said that he would help Cheng Haomiao pack his luggage, waved his hand, "Drink together!"

"...I have to remind you of one thing," Bevisi looked at him with a funny face, "You haven't moved the car back yet."

Ling Qian blinked his eyes twice, stood up abruptly: "Yes, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he wobbled and sat down again.

He got up too quickly, his eyes darkened, and he felt dizzy.

"What are you talking about?" Bevisi held him back, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"It's okay, I only drank so much, I can drink well," Ling Qian wanted to get up again, "It's so close, it will be fine soon!"

"You don't want to drive now if you haven't drunk too much." Bevisi pushed him back on the chair, "Concentrate on chatting and pretend I haven't mentioned it to you."

"It's okay!" Cheng Haomiao staggered and stood up on the other side, "I don't have much, I'll help you drive!"

Bei Weixi hurriedly pressed him again: "Stop messing with you, and think I'm playing a gopher!"

"Then you go!" Ling Qian directed him.

"...I don't know how to drive," Bei Weixi was embarrassed, "I didn't think it was necessary to learn before."

"You can't drive, so why don't you drink?" Cheng Haomiao asked.

"That's right." Ling Qian picked up a can of beer and stuffed it into his arms, "Drink!"

In desperation, Bei Weixi had no choice but to open the pull ring, raised her head, and put it down immediately after touching her lips.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't get to the bottom of it, and started chatting with each other again.

From Bei Weixi's point of view, Cheng Haomiao's idea itself is not too outrageous, if he can really stick to it, it might be a good thing.

But combined with his various unreliable performances in the past, it is understandable that such a sudden idea would be regarded as nonsense by his brother who watched him grow up.

As for his imitation and description just now, nine out of ten it was embellished.With Cheng Zhiyuan's calm and calm posture, it is absolutely impossible for his expression and tone to be so vivid and emotional.

Right now, Cheng Haomiao is in a fit of anger, he is trying to vent his anger, and he is too drunk, so there is no need to persuade him.

Bevisi has experience with these household chores, freezing three feet is not a one-day cold, and it is impossible to solve them immediately.All Ling Qian and he could do was to provide Cheng Haomiao with an outlet to vent his emotions.

What he cares more about now is that it's a pity that Ling Qian finally came here, and the beautiful night just passed away like this.

When he went to the convenience store with Ling Qian just now, he didn't just buy mints.When I bought it, I thought that I might not be able to use it, but the current development is unexpected.

The drinking capacity of these two people was much better than his, and after a while, they also drank the beer he bought, which was not enough, and they clamored to order takeaway again.

Bevisi had to coax the two drunks like a baby, begging them to calm down and rest early.

Finally moving the two back to their respective rooms, Bei Weixi was exhausted physically and mentally looking at the messy table.

If you leave it alone now, you will have to deal with it tomorrow when you wake up.Adhering to the principle of early settlement and early relaxation, Bei Weixi cleaned all the dishes and chopsticks immediately after cleaning up the garbage.

While washing the dishes, he was very speechless and saw the plate Cheng Haomiao ate dumplings in the middle of the night yesterday, and immediately regretted that he had praised Cheng Zhiyuan.

After finally finishing everything and returning to the room, Ling Qian, who had just been put on the bed by him, took off his coat and covered him with the quilt, was actually sitting there.

There was only a mattress, and the height was not enough. Ling Qian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, had no place to rest his legs. He turned half sideways with his hands on one leg and turned to the other, as if he was a shy girl.

Bevisi immediately laughed out loud.

Ling Qian looked empty, but he was very sensitive to his voice, so he immediately raised his head,

Then, he raised a hand and pointed at Bevisi: "You!"

Bei Weixi walked over with a smile and looked down at him: "Me?"

"You..." Ling Qian frowned, as if he was thinking hard about something, he didn't say anything for a while, and repeated again, "You..."

"Yes, it's me," Bei Weixi sat down beside him, "I'm your husband."

Ling Qian blinked his eyes twice in a daze, but he quickly accepted the statement, nodded, and called out: "Oh, hubby."

Bei Weixi didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so she was caught off guard and felt a little embarrassed.

Ling Qian laughed at him, looking not very smart.

Less than half a year ago, Bei Weixi saw him drinking too much.

At that time, Ling Qian was completely bewildered, his logic was chaotic, he was not stupid, he was so cute.

Today, he is obviously more drunk, and his intelligence seems to have dropped even lower.

...a look that is very suitable for being bullied.

Bei Weixi thought for a while, moved closer, and said, "Kiss your husband?"

Ling Qian stared at him blankly, motionless.

No, I seem to be too drunk.Bei Weixi felt a little regretful in her heart, and decided to settle for the next best thing.Just when he was about to change his words and say to him, "The husband will give you a kiss", Ling Qian suddenly bumped into him.

The teeth of the two collided, and Bei Weixi gasped.

But before he could complain, Ling Qian's lips turned over again.