Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

薇 Yang Wei glanced at him a little unexpectedly, and remembered in his heart that he did not know such a handsome guy, and then asked with doubt: "Do we know each other?"

Cheng Fangran's eyes flashed with joy, and she took a step towards her with some excitement: "Don't you remember me? We were elementary school classmates, and there were only two of us in the class at that time."

愣 Yang Wei was stunned, and she did not study in elementary school in China. At that time, her father was sent to the head office because of work, and she and her mother followed, and stayed there until they graduated from elementary school. At that time there were two Chinese students in the class, so the teacher deliberately let them sit next to the table, and the relationship has always been very good. She went through the name Fang Chengran in her mind and finally matched his face with the little boy in her impression: "Ah, you are Fang Chengran!"

"It's me!" Fang Chengran was so happy that he wanted to go up and hug her, "I didn't expect to see you here, you look more and more beautiful!"

"You are getting more and more handsome!" The two complimented each other, and Yang Wei asked curiously, "When did you return to China?"

Cheng Fangran said, "I just came back last month."

Tong Liang Ming looked at them sternly, and dragged Fang Chengran's arm: "Do you really know Teacher Yang?" Wouldn't it be because they are beautiful and want to chase them?

He Fang Chengran read his subtext from his micro-expression, and smiled at him with a corner of his mouth, "I still have the photos from that year, do you want to see them?"

"Okay." Liang Mingyi agreed.

He Fang Chengran shouted at him, and heard Yang Wei ask him, "Fang Chengran, what are you doing now?"

Fang Chengran froze and looked back at Yang Wei calmly: "I am the director of the front office and guest room at Ding Ou Hotel."

Liang Ming 灏 looked at him with big eyes, and his eyes were clearly saying that you don't want to be shameful.

Ouding Hotel Luding is the largest hotel in city a. Yang Wei has heard that Liang Mingye's family is in the hotel industry before. I did not expect it to be the well-known Dingou Hotel. She looked at Fang Chengran, and she admired a bit, "Well mixed!"

"Oh, average." Fang Chengran smiled humbly. The chairman of the hotel is his father, and the CEO is his sister.

But this kind of thing is not worth mentioning.

He looked at Yang Wei, his lips slowly burst into a smile: "There is nothing to prepare for today. I'll invite you to dinner another day, will you?"

薇 Yang Wei nodded and said, "Okay."

"That's it." Fang Chengran laughed happily. He waved with Yang Wei and pulled Liang Mingyu away.

In the car, Liang Mingzhu looked up at Fang Chengran sitting next to him, smiling like a little fox: "Well, have you worked hard in the hotel? Have they paid you?

Cheng Fangran turned his head to look at him and smiled slightly, "Do you believe it or not I let the driver leave you on the side of the road?"

"Oh, I'm afraid of you? I have money to taxi."

Fang Chengran said nothing and took out his mobile phone. Liang Mingxuan's eye-quick hand quickly held his hand: "Who do you call?"

"My sister, tell her that her son has been invited to a parent again."

Tong Liangming smiled charmingly: "Well, my mother is on her tenth honeymoon trip. Don't disturb her with this kind of thing."

Li Fang Chengran looked at him and smiled silently.

Liang Ming knew the current affairs and said, "I promise I will not tear you apart in front of Teacher Yang."

Cheng Fang patted his head with relief.

The car was silent for a while, Fang Chengran said, "Your teacher is much more beautiful than Song Jin."

He Liangming lost his eyes and said he didn't want to chase Teacher Yang? I don't want to tell you that Teacher Yang is married!

When Yang Wei got home, put on the slippers placed at the door, shake off the handbag on her shoulders, take off her jacket and stay aside, and lie down straight on the sofa.

Huh-still comfortable.

Her cat rolled twice on the sofa, got up, put on a set of pajamas, put on a hairband, and poured herself a glass of milk. Walked to the computer desk and sat down, Yang Wei poked at the computer and stretched lazily.

Fingering on the desktop twice with her fingertips, Yang Wei decided to go to Pujiang to scan a post first. I watched such a disturbing thing last night, and today I am looking for a Xiao Mengwen to heal my wounded heart.

I clicked into the romance station, and the article "Quit Marriage" still hung on the second place in the gold list. When Yang Wei lamented the taste of Pujiang readers, she couldn't help but poked in and looked at it. In the comment area, her negative message last night was topped, and it had been covered for more than 30 years.

And every level scolded her.

Yang Wei is a little embarrassed, are these readers OK? Someone said that she was going to leave a message and write down?

She did write several novels when she was in college, but she did not sign a contract with the website, which is purely entertaining. Although she didn't write any more text after graduation, she always read the text with the same account. These people haven't been so busy and ran to pay for her?

She drew a corner of her eyes, clicked into the text that she had finished a year ago, and glanced at it.

"How much do you want to be so red? You went to my house and went down to lose weight, your face is really big."

"The author's comments are so few, I'll help you spread the flowers, I won't thank you ~"

看 "Just look at the author's article and know how ugly the author looks."

Yang Wei: "..."

怎么 How did you know I was ugly! I have been a class flower in my class since I was little! Even if it is the second class of fifth grade, I am a well deserved class flower!

薇 Yang Wei angrily cut off the webpage and filled her mouth with milk.

These readers must be those who haven't graduated from elementary school yet. The "Quit Marriage" has ruined her three views and she is not allowed to lose it? She neither swears nor personally attacks. How free are these people to run to the point where she has finished writing for a year?

She was so frustrated that she touched the big column of "Quiet Marriage" and found that the author named "Wait Three Minutes" is a great **** who collects tens of thousands. She entered the author's Weibo from the link given in the column and sent a private message to the past.

"Hello greatly, I am the South Gate of Pujiang author. Because I made a negative yesterday under your article" Quit Marriage ", I was collectively beaten by your readers. I am sorry to give you negative points, But I did get caught up in the plot. But your readers charged me with pure malicious revenge. Please stop them! Excuse me! "

After the private message was sent out, Yang Wei regretted it a bit. She went to the author's Weibo to protest like this. If the author hung her out in a huff, wouldn't she be hacked to the end of the world? But the other side is such a big god, shouldn't it be such a small belly chicken intestine?

Hmm ... I knew I should have registered a small account before sending private messages.

Yang Wei quit Weibo swiftly and looked for a TV show. After the end of the episode, she finally felt a little hungry. After three seconds of thinking, she got up and went to the kitchen to fry a tomato scrambled egg. She would have dinner for dinner.

Divorced is just fine, eat whatever you want, the dishes are salty, and no one is picky about you.

She quickly washed the dishes and returned to the computer desk to board the little penguin. The head of a gourd baby jumped very cheerfully, Yang Wei nodded.

"Wei Weier, class will start again next week. There will be a trial class tomorrow. The scene is arranged. Will you come?"

The person who sent the letter was Jian Shuang. After graduating, she opened a painting training class with her boyfriend online. Yang Wei was one of their teachers. She squinted and thought for a while. Without Qi Xiaoyan, in this room, she seemed to have a lot of time at once, which could just be used for part-time work. Quickly tapping his finger on the keyboard, Yang Wei sent an ok gesture to the past: "Give me the classroom, or half past seven?"

Jian Shuang almost returned in seconds: "The two-hour trial class starts at eight."

"Ok."

"You have been busy lately? Is Professor Qi busy with thesis again?"

Yang Wei thought about it, or she didn't tell her the bad news of divorce-if she told Jane Shuang, maybe the whole family would know it tomorrow. Although she understands that the paper can't cover the fire, she can drag as long as she can. She really hasn't figured out how to face her mother.

Speaking, did Qi Xiaoyan's parents know about this? They are both researchers, usually more busy than Qi Xiaoyan. She and Qi Xiaoyan have been married for one year and have seen them twice.

When I grew up in this family, it's no wonder Qi Xiaoyan would have a distorted personality.

She looked at the scroll she had drawn on the computer desktop with pity, and when it was empty tonight, add two more tears to him.

After Xun and Jian Shuang reached an agreement, Yang Wei turned out the ppt of the previous scene lesson and simply prepared a lesson. It was less than ten o'clock when she was in the quilt. She subconsciously glanced at the empty side of her body and flattened her lips.

Sure enough, this bed is too big for one person alone.

She forced herself not to think about Qi Xiaoyan, and took out her mobile phone and brushed Weibo. Wait another three minutes and still didn't reply her.

Considering that she would take the bus to school in the future, Yang Wei adjusted the alarm clock to 6:30, and after thinking about it, changed it to 6.35, and finally to 6.40, and finally closed her eyes.

At this time, Qi Xiaoyan just graded the paper in the morning exam, and watching his classmates scored badly, his mood was a lot better.

He took a shower and wiped his hair while picking up his mobile phone and taking a look. At ten-thirteen, I don't know if Yang Wei is asleep now.

I flipped to the inbox and watched the text message Yang Wei sent back to him at noon. The big face made Qi Xiaoyan unconsciously hook his lips. His fingertips lingered on the screen a few times before setting the phone aside. He slightly raised his head and rubbed his half-dry hair, sighed insufferably, and fell down on the bed.

床 This bed doesn't have the smell of Yang Wei, he doesn't like this look. I knew that Yang Wei's pillow should be taken away yesterday.

Anyway, anyway, the door key is still in his hand, when is it secret to go back and get the pillow. Having said that, Yang Wei must not have realized that he had not left the door key.

Wu Qi smiled and buried her face in the pillow with a self-deprecating laugh, without Yang Wei holding her in her arms, as if she could not even sleep.

On the other side, Fang Chengran confirmed that Liang Ming had fallen asleep before pouring a cup of coffee and returning to his room. He sat down in front of the computer and went to Weibo to check the messages. There are dozens of private letter notices in the upper right corner, most of which were sent by fans. He roughly glanced and unexpectedly saw a private letter claiming to be from the South Gate of Pujiang author.