Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Qi Xiaoyan closed the door and walked to her without expression: "Follow me."

"Why should I go up with you?" Yang Wei's rebellious psychological attack, standing on the spot and refused to leave.Qi Xiaoyan looked at her, and asked with no ups and downs: "Do you not leave?"

"Don't go!" Yang Wei's attitude was firm.

Qi Xiaoyan walked with long legs and walked to her in two steps to hug her.

The moment when his feet left the ground, Yang Wei's heart seemed to hang in the air.She subconsciously encircled Qi Xiaoyan's neck, with a trace of sulking in her beautiful eyes: "What are you doing? Let me down!"

"Don't be noisy, Mrs. Qi." Qi Xiaoyan's piano-like voice sounded in her ears, and Yang Wei's cheeks were slightly hot with warm breath.Don’t go too far, don’t look at Qi Xiaoyan’s facial features and outlines that can easily stir her emotions: “Mr. Qi, I’m not Mrs. Qi anymore.”

Qi Xiaoyan squeezed her lips and didn't speak. The elevator was so quiet that she could only hear each other's heartbeats.As if it had been so long after a century, the elevator door finally opened, and Qi Xiaoyan went out and put Yang Wei on the ground.

Yang Wei adjusted his clothes and looked at Qi Xiaoyan's back.Many times, they all went home like this, Yang Wei liked the feeling of walking into the house with him.Her nose was sour again. She sniffed her nose and looked sideways.

"What are you still standing there for?" Qi Xiaoyan stood at the door and called her. Yang Wei bit her mouth and walked in fiercely.

Qi Xiaoyan lowered his head and laughed, and closed the door behind her.

After entering the door, Yang Wei has been standing motionless in the living room, but his eyes are constantly looking at Qi Xiao's "new home".The single dormitory provided by the school for professors is much better than the student dormitory, but it is a simple two-bedroom and one hall with a small area and no high-end decoration.There is not much furniture in the room. There is only one table and sofa in the living room, and a few white shirts are hanging outside the window.

Yang Wei blinked, it was a sin to let Professor Qi succumb to such a place.

Qi Xiaoyan had been searching in the bedroom as soon as he came back. Yang Wei walked to the door of the bedroom and glanced impatiently. "What the hell are you looking for?"

Qi Xiaoyan pulled an album from a cardboard box and patted the gray on it: "This is it."

He stood up, put the album in his hand on the computer desk, and turned his head to Yang Wei: "Come here."

Yang Wei stood there for two seconds before lifting his foot into it.Qi Xiaoyan's slender fingers flicked through the album as quickly as a butterfly dancing among the flowers.Yang Wei looked dizzy. Fortunately, Qi Xiaoyan stopped in time and pushed the photo album in front of her: "This is it, just look at it."

Yang Wei glanced at him before looking down.The photo album is a group photo with an indoor basketball court in the background.Yang Wei saw Qi Xiaoyan standing in the middle of the team at a glance. He was wearing a red and white jersey and his hair was tied into a small tug behind his head, staring blankly at the camera.

"This is Song Jin, who was the team manager at the time."

Qi Xiaoyan's fingertips nodded on a girl's body, and quickly retracted back.Yang Wei looked at it subconsciously. The girl in the photo had short, sharp hair. She wore a loose T-shirt and harem pants from Europe and the United States. She held a basketball in her arms and smiled coolly at the camera.

"Do you still feel like her now?"

Qi Xiaoyan's voice was not sullen, but it was like a butterfly gently instigating his wings, and only a small movement could trigger a tsunami.