Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

"Oh." Liang Minghao withdrew his ears that had been eavesdropping, said to Yang Wei, and went out.Back in the classroom, he crackled and edited a text message to Fang Chengran: "Uncle does not cry, come to my arms."

Uncle: "...does your mother know that you have scored 84 points in the Chinese language test?"

Liang Minghao: "...you can't come to my arms, but you can't be so threatening."

After a while, he sent another message in the past: "I can help you see who Teacher Yang made an appointment with in the afternoon."

Uncle: "You still have to memorize the two poems first."

Fang Chengran put down his phone and stared at the codeword software.

...And I really want to write newspaper articles.

In the afternoon after school, Qi Xiaoyan's Audi waited at the school gate on time.Although his Audi is not as eye-catching as Fang Chengran's Maserati, he has attracted no less attention than Fang Chengran.

Yang Wei also saw Qi Xiaoyan standing beside the car at a glance. Unlike Fang Chengcheng, he did not recline on the door of the car, but stood straight on the side.

Just standing, gives a meticulous sense of rigor.Yang Wei couldn't help but chuckled, just like the mathematics he liked.

Seeing Yang Wei come out, Qi smiled and opened the car door, so he followed him.

"Where are we going?" Yang Wei held Qi Xiaoyan's pillow on the car and turned to look at him.Qi Xiaoyan started the car smoothly and drove the car out: "Shopping."

Audi drove past a bright black car parked on the side of the road. Fang Chengran pressed the window and frowned.Liang Minghao, who was sitting next to him, withdrew his gaze from the window, and the other party said, "Uncle, cry if you want to cry. That person looks more handsome than you."

Fang Chengran: "..."

"And just looking at your face will know that your IQ is higher than yours."

Fang Chengran jumped in the corner of his eyes: "...Who are your nephews?"

"If you can choose..." Jian Fang narrowed his eyes slightly dangerously, Liang Minghao quickly filled out the remaining half of the sentence, "Then I must choose you!"

He thought about it and said, "But how can he look so much like the model that Mr. Yang drew in class? Ah, yes, I heard it was his ex-husband!"

Fang Chengran closed the window and said to the driver in the front row: "Drive."