Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

When Yang Wei's alarm clock rang, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

She fumbled for a while near the pillow and shouted subconsciously: "Volume..."

The sound of just waking up with the soft glutinous that was not usually there, but no one responded to her.Yang Wei frowned, why didn't Juanjuan ask her to get up for breakfast today?

When she finally flipped the phone out of Qi Xiaoyan's pillow and turned off the alarm clock, she suddenly remembered that she had divorced Qi Xiaoyan.

Lying sleepy and confused for two minutes, Yang Wei madly popped from the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

The school started self-study at 7:45 in the morning. This had nothing to do with her. She only had to arrive at the school before 8:20.However, the class teacher of the second class in the fifth grade of this semester took three months of maternity leave, and Yang Wei was unfortunately elected as the acting class teacher of this class.

It stands to reason that this job of the class teacher will not fall on her art teacher, but the rest of the teachers firmly stated that they are very busy and cannot manage another class.Yang Wei also knew that the teacher in charge of the class was only a few hundred yuan more per month than the Ke Ren teacher, but there were many more things to manage. No one wanted to worry about this.And the whole office seemed to be the busiest.

She washed her face quickly and flicked her curly hair in front of her twice, and ran to the closet in a roar.The wardrobe was hung neatly with dazzling clothes, Yang Wei held his chin for three seconds and began to pick up the clothes.White folded shirt, dark blue collarless jacket, black casual commuter pants, OK!

Taking the pink pink handbag from the sofa in the living room, Yang Wei put on flat shoes at the door and rushed out of the building.When we arrived at the entrance of the community, it was 7:24.This community is near the school where she works. In the past, Qi Xiaoyan drove her to her every morning, which could be reached in ten minutes.But today, as Qi Xiaoyan's ex-wife, it is clear that she can't enjoy this service.

It must be too late to take the bus. You can wait for a taxi at the intersection in front.Because there are not many people taxiing at this point, there are only two or three people standing there.Yang Wei trot over to join the waiting team.Soon a taxi drove from afar, and Yang Wei felt the whole atmosphere around him changed.

Something is burning.

It is fighting spirit.

All the people who were standing comfortably straightened their spine and looked at the taxi that was coming.When the car stopped, several people scrambled up.The first person who touched the door handle was a small flat head in a suit. After he seized the opportunity, the rest of the people stood up and talked back.Xiaoping straightened his tie proudly and opened the door. The gentleman turned to Yang Wei and said, "This lady, do you want to take the car?"

Yang Wei looked at him unexpectedly and pointed his finger at himself: "Me?"

"Yes." He turned away and gestured to Yang Wei.

The rest of the people looked at them with interest, and Yang Wei's eyes turned, facing the different eyes of the people around him, and walked over.After she got into the car, Xiaoping took out a business card from her pocket and handed her a little shyly: "Hello, my name is..."

"I know, your name is **." Yang Wei smiled and put the business card back in his hand, closing the door with a "snap", "City one, thank you."

As soon as the taxi master stepped on the accelerator, the car went away ruthlessly.

Xiaopingtou weathered in the exhaust of the car.

Yang Wei took out her cosmetic bag from the bag and turned over a small mirror.The driving master gave her a glance and asked, "Are you a teacher? It looks very young."