Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Yang Wei took out the newly purchased peach 10, which had been loaded with a new calling card, but none of the original contacts.

But Yang Wei, Qi Xiaoyan's number, was already familiar with it.

She dialed Qi Xiaoyan's mobile phone, and the phone rang two times before being picked up: "What's the matter?"

Yang Wei said, "Professor Qi, your bank card is stuck in your wallet."

Qi Qi smiled and said, "I haven't had time to pick it up recently, so I'll put it first for you. The password hasn't changed."

薇 Yang Wei blinked and a little smile hung at the corner of her mouth. Qi Xiaoyan waited for a while, seeing that she was silent, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Gone."

"I'll hang up then."

He really hung up after he said it, Yang Wei listened to the busy voice on the other side of the phone, and fell down on the sofa and laughed a few times. After she laughed enough, she got up and plugged in the phone to charge it. As she entered the bedroom, she noticed that there was one missing pillow on the bed.

The first reaction was a thief, but she looked around the room. There was nothing but a pillow. Which thief was so casual and came in to steal a pillow? To dispel the thief's thought, only two people who have been to the house in the past two days ... Qi Xiaoyan.

Yang Wei exhaled a funny breath, returned to the living room and called Qi Xiaoyan again: "Did you take a pillow and leave?"

Wu Qi smiled and said without change: "This is public property. I think it's fair for me to take one."

薇 Yang Wei was about to be laughed at. He could understand if he took a rice cooker or a microwave oven. What would he do with a pillow? "But you got my one."

"Really? I may have got it wrong, but I haven't given it back to you recently."

Yang Wei exhaled, "Keep it if you like it, don't give it back to me."

Qi Xiaoyan, who was on the other side of the phone, silently hooked her lips. Yang Wei hung up the phone, changed her clothes and sat down in front of the computer. She opened the drawer and put Qi Xiaoyan's card next to her salary card. On the far right is a wedding ring. She stared at the contents for a while before closing the drawer and landing on the little penguin.

"The phone has dropped and the number has not changed. Please send me a text message with your name. Thank you for your cooperation."

薇 Yang Wei sent this talk and poked the head of the calabash in the buddy list: "Shuanger, help me arrange an extra class. Is there a recent appointment? Qaq"

Twin Twin Gourds: "Are you Wei Weier swollen? I'm so used to your hard work."

Twin Gourd: "I saw it in the sink, your phone was stolen ?????"

"The wallet was stolen together qaq" Yang Wei did not dare to say that she was robbed. The word grabbing was too bloody, and the stealing was much more gentle.

Twin Gourd: "Did you steal it on the bus? You need to put the bag in front! The craftsmanship of stole children is perfect now!"

Twin Gourd: "There will be a new class on Monday. If arranged for you, you will only have no classes on Friday evening every week. Can you handle it?"

"!"

Twin Gourd: "... For Mao, I feel that you are in a good mood if you were stolen? I will help you to ask for a draft, and I will reply to you later."

"Ok, what do you love!"

Yang Wei opened the music and listened to a song, and the news of Jian Shuang came: "There is a publishing house asking for a cover manuscript, Gu Feng, male and female, quoted 4000, half a month to make a picture, is it about an appointment?"

"Yoyo Yoyo!"

Twin Gourd: "Send me a few drafts of your ancient style. I'll show them to the publisher."

薇 Yang Wei picked up two of her most satisfied posts and listened to two more songs. Jian Shuang's picture flashed again: "The other side said ok, I will send you a detailed request later."

薇 Yang Wei rings the keyboard excitedly: "Shuanger I love you qaq"

"... Nausea, Professor Qi from your family, go, ah yes, I forgot you divorced :)"

Yang Wei: "..."

The next week, Yang Wei also had classes during the day and at night. She also had time to draw manuscripts, just like a robot tightening a clockwork. After all, until Friday, Yang Wei thought that everyone would relax after having no class tonight.

第一 The first quarter of the afternoon was a math class. Teacher Luo came to the office door and folded back. She quickly walked to Yang Wei: "Ms. Yang, can you help me with the papers?"

Yang Wei stared for a few moments, wondering, "What happened to Teacher Luo?"

Teacher Luo said painfully: "It seems that I ate more spicy crayfish last night, and today I'm a little bit upset." Teacher Luo said, put down the paper in his hand, and ran out quickly. Parents sign and bring it next Monday! "

Yang Wei blinked at the back of his yell, and walked to the classroom holding the math paper on the table.

After the bell rang, the classmates looked at Yang Wei who entered the classroom, and they all looked confused. Yang Wei stepped onto the podium and smiled at them: "Mr. Luo has something to do. Let me help him with the math test paper."

I heard that the mathematics paper was about to be issued, and the expressions on everyone's faces became tense.

Yang Wei enjoyed this feeling very much. She opened the test paper and looked at the score statistics on the face: "This test has three students who scored 100 points, He Can-" Looking in the direction, He Can took the test paper in applause.

"Gu Lei-" Yang Wei handed the paper to him, not forgetting to add, "You are too serious, just like a deformed person, you know?"

Gu Lei suddenly felt that the math papers on his hands were a little hot. Liang Mingji laughed hahaha from the seat, Yang Wei glanced at him, and smiled, "Liang Mingji is not partial, and every subject is evenly divided."

Liang Ming 灏: "..."

This time the change of students laughed hahaha.

Yang Wei finished reading more than ninety minutes of papers and turned to Liang Mingchen's paper. She picked up the paper and said in the direction of Liang Minghuan: "Liang Minghuan, 87 points."

Liang Liangming flattened his mouth and took the test paper. Yang Wei said, "Get the paper and correct it yourself, then go home for parents to sign it and bring it on Monday."

"Oh." Liang Mingxuan said a reply, the little sister-in-law returned to her seat and sat down. After two thirds of a class, Teacher Luo rushed over with sore legs.

Yang Wei retired and returned to the office to wait for work.

It ’s rare that there is no class tonight, Yang Wei is going to make up a TV series, and come back to draw the manuscript tomorrow. On the way home, she bought two duck necks and a large bowl of pickled vegetables, and she plans to degenerate tonight.

Landing on the penguin, Jane Shuang's head is jumping again, Yang Wei clicks it, and the dialog box pops up cheerfully: "Wei Weier, this weekend's exhibition of octopus **** is coming to the new bookmark sale! I can finally see him My dear! "

The octopus ball is the **** of the novel at the end. A "Death Prisoner Party" is so red that even people like Yang Wei who don't watch male-language articles are thunderous.

She thought about it, and replied, "Isn't someone else abroad?"

Twin Gourd: "I heard that I came back a while ago! This time, the second episode of" Death Prisoner Party "started, and the organizer finally invited him! Oh! I am so excited to see the male god!"

薇 Yang Wei pulled the corner of his mouth, and the male gods of Jane and Shuang could use the beat to calculate.

"good luck."

Twins Gourd: "Well, but I'm a little nervous alone, go with me, I've already bought my tickets!"

"I'm going to paint on the weekends and I'm looking for your man to accompany you."

Twin Gourd: "How could my man accompany me to see another man? You draw tomorrow, we will go the day after tomorrow."

Twin Gourd: "Octopus **** are handsome!"

Yang Wei slipped the corner of her mouth as if you had seen it. She thought about it, or agreed: "Well, when does the signing start?"

Twin Gourd: "At ten in the morning, I will invite you to eat at noon = 3 ="

I earned a lunch, and Yang Wei was quite satisfied: "Where did we meet?"

"The entrance will be at nine o'clock. I'll wait for you outside the convention center!"

Yang Wei responded with an ok gesture to the past and watched the TV show while eating fake vegetables. Before going to bed, Yang Wei brushed Weibo habitually, and found that waiting another three minutes greatly reposted the news of tomorrow's signing.

She tapped into the octopus ball from Weibo on the original po. His head is an anime character with the address written overseas. Yang Wei had heard from Jane Shuang before that Octopus Ball had exploded a back photo of her on Weibo, and she was unanimously judged by fans.

Yang Wei was curious and clicked into his album.

There are not many album photos of octopus balls, and Yang Wei quickly found the back photo. The background of the photo is a clear blue sea. A man leans out on a balcony where flowers are planted.

Yang Wei has to admit that although it is only a back view, she is really handsome. With her wide shoulders, narrow waists and long legs, she can capture a lot of girly hearts.

But ... why do you always feel familiar with this back?

Yang Wei thought for a while and turned off to sleep decisively.

Saturday finally paved the background of the drawing, Yang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and began preparing for the evening class. If you use one sentence to describe her current mood, it will be thirty years of hard work, and once before returning to liberation.

愣 On Sunday, Yang Weiyi lay on the crib, and it was 9:30 when she arrived at the exhibition center. Jian Shuangqi waited anxiously at the door, his face darkened like the bottom of the pot: "Why are you here now?"

Yang Wei said, "Isn't the signing started at 10 o'clock, what are you doing so eagerly?"

"Can I be in a hurry!" Jian Shuang pulled Yang Wei and walked to the venue. "Do you know how early those people go in line? We have to be outside the fifth ring in half an hour!"

薇 Yang Wei drew a corner of her mouth and followed her silently to the organizer's stand for the signing party. Sure enough, there have been long lines in the open space, and there are still many people wearing COS clothes in line.

Jian Jian took Yang Wei to the end of the team, looked around and said to her, "You are here, I'll buy a book."

"Oh." Yang Wei nodded, watching Jane Shuang walk to the official booth and buy two copies of "Death Prisoner Party". There is also a poster in the book, of course not the author's, but the actor's. Jian Shuang stared at the poster for a while and said to Yang Wei, "I think the octopus ball must be handsomer than the actor."

Yang Wei said, "You can see it later, remember not to blink."

Speaking of this Jane Shuang, I was a little bit excited: "Oh, I do n’t know if you can hug your handshake for a photo? Ah yes, you will remember to take a picture for me later!" She said excitedly and threw the SLR camera around her neck. Yang Wei.

Yang Wei took the camera resentfully. She could understand Jian Shuang's mood. If the person who appeared here was King Mo, she would be more excited than her.

The two stood in the line and chatted for a while, and the staff with their work permits reminded them along the line: "I'll see the octopus **** later, I can't hold them, I can't ask for photos, and I can't ask him to sign you a mess if."

Wu Jianshuang's enthusiasm suddenly went to more than half: "What else can you do?"

But the staff has come to the front of the line, nobody cares about her.

At ten o'clock, a scream suddenly sounded in the venue, and Jian Shuang grabbed Yang Wei's hand with excitement: "Here comes here, I'm so nervous!"

Yang Wei followed the crowd's eyes with curiosity and looked, and sure enough, she saw a tall figure surrounded by a group of staff. He was wearing a dark jacket with jeans and light boots on the bottom, which was not the point, but the point was that he was wearing a hat and mask.

Fans also realized the fact that he had covered his face, and there was a sudden wailing. Jian Shuang hung up on Yang Wei in disappointment, looking sad: "Why the male **** wants to block his face! But his eyes are so charming!"

Yang Wei's gaze has always followed him, her eyes are indeed very beautiful, a bit like Fang Chengran's peach eyes. After the octopus **** were seated on the seat, they didn't make any speech and began to sign up.

Yang Wei, they are relatively late, and Jian Shuang has been worried that they will leave if they fail to sign the octopus balls. Because the team is s-shaped, they are now standing exactly in the direction of the octopus balls. Yang Wei raised her camera and helped Jian Shuang take a few close-ups of the octopus balls.

Although the staff had previously reminded that they could not hold or take a photo, there were still some female fans who haughtily put down the book and hugged. Whenever this time, Jane Shuang said that she would have to hug her hard.

The octopus meatballs have been signed without looking up, and at eleven o'clock, finally came to Jianshuang and Yang Wei. When Jian Shuang placed the book in front of the octopus balls, his hands were shaking. Yang Wei had lifted her camera, and waited for the moment when Jane Shuang suddenly came up to hug, and then she pressed the shutter. As a result, Jane Shuang said a thank you, and left the book.

Yang Wei: "..."

The staff next to urged: "Hurry up!"

薇 Yang Wei lowered her camera and walked up quickly. When she put the book on the table, the octopus **** just looked up, and then her eyes flashed.

Yang Wei was nervous when he saw that he was suddenly motionless. What about swollen? Did he find that he was not his reader, so he refused to sign? What if he asks the protagonist's name in the book later and she can't answer it! Will it be killed alive!

Yang Wei is still engaged in rich psychological activities, octopus **** suddenly smiled at her. Yes, although he was wearing a mask, Yang Wei could see that he smiled, his eyes were the window of the soul!

He lowered his head, opened the book, brushed a few strokes on the inner page, and returned the book to Yang Wei. Yang Wei also said thank you, and quickly left with a book.

After walking out of the signing booth, Yang Wei finally exhaled. Jian Shuang was still smirking at the signature on the book. Yang Wei walked over and asked, "Don't you say you want to hug? Why did you leave like this?"

Jian Jianshuang looked at her and made a sad expression: "I dare not ah ah ah! I saw him dare not even talk, those girls are so brave!"

薇 Yang Wei looked at her with a scornful look, and opened the front page of the book to take a look.

Happy every day ^ _ ^

——Octopus Meatballs

"Ah, ah, why yours are not the same as mine!" Jian Shuang spread out her book and held it up to Yang Wei, "why do you still have the words" Happy Everyday! "And" Smiley! "

Yang Wei was also surprised, not only a few words, but even the four words of octopus balls, the simple and double version is also a shorthand version, and her, obviously the luxury version.

"Why! You tell me why!" Jian Shuang held Yang Wei's hand in resentment, and his eyes were about to burst into flames. Yang Wei erred, and laughed, "Maybe I'm the 100th, so I have a special service?"

"The 250th is almost the same!" Jian Shuang covered her heart, and she was about to stagnate.

Yang Wei passed the book in her hand: "This is for you."

Jian Jianshuang came back to life instantly: "Wei Weier, you really love me! Go, I invite you to eat seafood!"

的 At the end of the signing sale, the organizer warmly invited the octopus **** to dinner together, but was declined. Fans followed the octopus **** until he got in the car, but he couldn't see him take off his mask.

Fang Chengran leaned on the back of his chair, took off his face mask, and flung his wrist to relax. The editor in the front row glanced back at him and asked, "Where is Dajin now?"

"Go home, my hand is about to break."

Bian Zhibian blinked and asked diligently, "May I help you rub it? It's free."

Cheng Fangran smiled slightly at her: "No, thank you."

I blame the editor to cover her heart: "I am so big, I don't want to seduce me, I can't help tempting."

Cheng Fang was too lazy to speak.

The editor in charge said, "If you show your face, the fans will grow exponentially."

"I will change to another editor at that time."

Li Zhibian shut up.

The car stopped at the door of Fang Chengran's house. After he got out of the car, he entered the door without looking back. He poured a cup of coffee by himself in the kitchen. As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Liang Ming popping downstairs.

舅舅 "Well, are you back? What will happen to the signing?"

Ji Fang Chengran thought of Yang Wei, and he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's fine."

Liang Ming 心情 saw him in a good mood, and quickly handed the papers in his hand: "The teacher asked the parents to sign."

Fang Chengran took a test paper and glanced at him, and then asked Liang Mingyu: "87 points? Whose IQ have you inherited?"

Liang Ming 灏 skipped his mouth: "Probably yours."

"I didn't pass 87 in maths when I was in elementary school." Fang Chengran picked up the pen on the desk and quickly signed his name. Liang Mingxuan took the test paper and stuffed it into his schoolbag without looking.

The next morning, the math class representative collected all the signed papers sent over the weekend before the morning self-study began. Teacher Luo sat in the office to watch everyone's mistakes. When turning to Liang Mingchen's test paper, he turned his head and yelled to Yang Wei by the window: "Mr. Yang, come and see.

"What's wrong?" Yang Wei glanced at him in doubt.

Teacher Luo Luo held Liang Minglian's test paper and said to her, "What do you think Liang Liangyun's paper was signed?"

Yang Wei walked over and picked up the test paper to take a look, her expression changed subtly.

Although her signature was very scribbled, she still recognized what it was—because she saw it yesterday.

Octopus meatballs.