Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

"Weiweier, I will start the class next week. There will be a trial class tomorrow. The arrangement is the scene. Will you come?"

The person who sent the letter was Jian Shuang. After she graduated, she opened a painting training class with her boyfriend online. Yang Wei was one of their teachers.She narrowed her eyes and thought for a while. Without Qi, she laughed in this room. She seemed to have a lot of time at once, which just happened to be part-time.With a quick tap on the keyboard, Yang Wei made an OK gesture: "Give me the classroom, or is it half past seven?"

Jian Shuang almost returned in seconds: "Two hours of trial class, starting at eight."

"Ok."

"You have been idle recently? Is Professor Qi busy with the paper again?"

Yang Wei thought about it, and still didn't tell her the bad news about her divorce - if she told Jian Shuang, maybe the whole family would know it tomorrow.Although I understand that paper can't always cover the fire, but... as long as it can be dragged, she really hasn't figured out how to face her mother.

Speaking of it, did Qi Xiaoyan's parents know about it?Both of them are researchers, and are usually busier than Qi Xiaoyan. She and Qi Xiaoyan have been married for a year and have seen them twice.

Growing up in such a family, it is no wonder that Qi Xiaoyan distorts his character.

She glanced pityfully at the scroll she drew on the desktop of the computer and waited tonight to be empty, then added two tears to him.

After negotiating with Jianshuang, Yang Wei turned out the PPT of the previous scene lesson and simply prepared the lesson. It was less than ten o'clock when he nested in the quilt.She glanced subconsciously at the empty position on her side and flattened the corners of her mouth.

Sure enough, the bed is too big to sleep alone.

She forced herself not to think about Qi Xiaoyan, took out her phone and swiped Weibo.Waited another three minutes and still did not reply to her.

Considering that he would take the bus to school in the future, Yang Wei adjusted the alarm clock to 6:30, and then changed it to 6.35, and finally changed it to 6.40, and finally closed his eyes.

At this time, Qi Xiaoyan had just finished correcting the paper in the morning exam. Looking at the tragic scores of his classmates, he felt much better.

He took a shower and wiped his hair while taking a look at his phone.At ten thirty, I don't know if Yang Wei is asleep now.

Turned to the inbox and read the text message that Yang Wei returned to him at noon. That big face expression made Qi Xiaoyan unconsciously tickled the corner of his mouth.His fingertips lingered on the screen a few times, and he set the phone aside.He tilted his head slightly and rubbed his semi-dried hair, sighed unpleasantly, and lay down on the bed.

This bed doesn't have a touch of Yang Wei, he doesn't like it.I knew I should take Yang Wei's pillow together yesterday.

Forget it, anyway, the door key is still in his hand, when will he secretly go back and take the pillow?Having said that, Yang Wei must not realize that he did not leave the door key.

Qi Xiaoyan buried his face in the pillow and laughed a little self-deprecatingly, without Yang Wei holding it in his arms, as if he could not even sleep.

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