Online dating object is ex-husband [ABO]

Zhou Qiyan, who woke up from her sleep, touched the phone on the bedside table immediately to check the news.

If you don't read it, you don't know, but when you look at it, good guy, there are more than 20 entries!

[Mr. Netizen: Did he fall asleep or something happened? ]

[Mr. Netizen: If you see the message, please reply, please?I am worried about you. ]

These more than 20 letters were all sent to him by "Mr. Netizen" on the Yuanjian APP.

From the tone of the daily chat at the beginning, to the anxiety and impatience that he never received a reply later, Zhou Qiyan could see the worry and concern of Mr. Netizen for him from these short ordinary texts.

This feeling of being missed made Zhou Qiyan, who had a slight improvement in his stomach trouble, feel warmer, and immediately typed a reply on the text box.

[Student Comrade: I'm sorry, Mr. Netizen, I was sick today and had a day off, so I didn't bother to reply to you. ]

[Student Comrade: It’s all right now, please don’t worry. ]

After replying to the message, Zhou Qiyan foolishly held the phone and waited for a while.It was only then that I realized that at this point, Mr. Netizen, who is a salaryman, probably fell asleep long ago.

Looking at the two corresponding chat notes on the screen, Zhou Qiyan was satisfied, but at the same time felt disappointed that he could not receive a reply tonight for no reason.

Sitting on the bed in a daze for a long time, finally regaining consciousness and going to take a shower, was startled by the sudden vibration of the phone.

——It was a video call from grandma.

Zhou Qiyan, who had a ghost in his heart, was stunned, and quickly got up to mess up the tidy bed in the background where only one person had slept in it from beginning to end, then turned on the headlights in the room, and played soft music with a bluetooth speaker, trying to create a person. The illusion of sharing the same bed.

Zhou Qiyan took a deep breath, adjusted his tone, and picked up the video call: "Morning~Granny, had

you have a good night yesterday? "

The delicate old woman with white hair on the screen couldn't help smiling when she heard Zhou Qiyan's brisk and lively tone, which made the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

"Yeah, notbad. Thankyoumysweetheart." The old woman had an elegant posture, and took a sip of the black tea in hand, "Is the timing of the call not right? Is it eleven o'clock over there? Sorry, Granny misses it so much." I hear your voice."

"No, why bother? Granny wants to chat with me, anytime, anywhere."

Zhou Qiyan answered her grandma's words, while guiltily looking away, she added uncomfortably.

"I...we were just about to go to bed. Zhong and Zhongyi are taking a shower, I'll wait for him to come out, brush, brush his teeth before going to bed."

Zhou Qiyan, who is not good at lying, stumbles when telling lies, her eyes can't help avoiding the gaze of grandma in the video, and her head is so low that she almost falls to the ground.

Good thing it's just a video call.If grandma stood in front of him, he would be so ashamed that his face would turn red.

The grandma on the phone was still very strange, and asked him: "Is there anything on the ground, why do you keep looking down?"

Zhou Qiyan swallowed, and replied falteringly: "It's nothing... I'm just drying my feet on the carpet."

"That's it." Grandma didn't seem to doubt Zhou Qiyan's words, and smiled again with her eyebrows curved and her eyes full of kindness, "Then I won't bother you. Haveagoodnight, Granny will be free in a while, and I will go back to see you in person."

Zhou Qiyan forced a smile and nodded: "Yeah!"

After saying goodbye briefly, grandma hung up the call first.

With a ding, all the electrical noise mixed with the call was cut off. Although there was light music playing continuously in the huge room, Zhou Qiyan still felt that this bedroom was eerily quiet.

The artificially messed up mattresses, deliberately turned on lights and deliberately played music all reminded him that there is no second person living in this room.

From January to March, winter turns into spring, and the withered grass in the small garden is gradually turning green. Zhou Qiyan still hasn't waited for his husband Qian Zhongyi to step into their common "marriage room".

In fact, they haven't even met each other.

The group photo on the marriage certificate is still a synthetic one.

He himself didn't quite understand the significance of staying alone in his empty boudoir for three months, concealing and deceiving his family time and time again.

Probably... because of the hope that still exists in my heart——and dissatisfaction.

Zhou Qiyan plucked up her courage, clicked on WeChat, found the contact information of that person from the address book, and typed in the text box.

[The seasons have changed recently, and I always feel uncomfortable.And you?You should also take good care of your body. ]

The original intention of sending this message was to ask that person to take the time to come over and take a look at him, and to care about his physical condition.But after Zhou Qiyan's repeated consideration, he still hid these selfishness in his daily caring words, fearing that the other party would think that he was being self-indulgent and boring.

Although...he was doing it too much.

From adding WeChat and exchanging contact information to the present, that person has never replied to any of his messages, let alone answered any of his calls.

The moment she clicked send, Zhou Qiyan felt that her incomparably proud self-esteem was once again taken off by herself and stepped on the soles of her feet.

Knowing that there is a high probability that that person will not reply, but he still has to try repeatedly and be spurred by the bloody reality repeatedly.

After being sad and sad, you have to deceive yourself: the other party is probably just too busy to see it.Next time, next time he will definitely come back!

——But the truth is, he will definitely not return.

Zhou Qiyan sighed.

The sigh echoed back and forth several times in the empty bedroom where only one person lived.Hearing the gradually weakening echo of the sigh, he grabbed a suit of clothes from the closet like a walking dead and floated into the bathroom.

The cell phone with a black screen on the bed cabinet turned on again, and it was a new unread letter from Yuanjian.

"...Well, let's do this first, and we will have a meeting to discuss the specifics tomorrow."

Wearing a bathrobe, Qian Zhongyi walked out of the steaming bathroom, wiping his drenched hair with a dry towel in one hand, and holding his mobile phone non-stop in the other hand to communicate work matters with the secretary on the other side of the phone.

"First draw up the first draft of the contract regulations, the document will be fine, and I will send it to my email in a while. Tomorrow's meeting will be held at 10:30, and the notice will be sent first.

"Rest after finishing this, you have worked hard tonight."

After explaining his work, Qian Zhongyi hung up the phone and began to check for new messages on WeChat.As soon as it was refreshed, a letter from his wealthy "beautiful wife" appeared.

Qian Zhongyi didn't click into the chat page, but only glanced at the message list. After knowing that the other party was "complaining" to him about his physical discomfort, he swipe left to cancel the unread reminder, go to Look at the next message.

He didn't want to take a second look at indifferent people and unimportant letters.

If you watch too much, Qian Zhongyi will think of the Zhou family—that super wealthy family with Oldmoney in their hands. How did they use the dirty way of commercial marriage to put eyeliners beside him, monitor his every move and at the same time , and even attempted to split shares for profit.

This kind of beauty has no effect on him.What he doesn't like, he just doesn't like; what he likes - he will take the initiative to find it.

After cutting off WeChat, Qian Zhongyi opened Yuanjian.

Yuanjian is an online social APP acquired by Qian Zhongyi some time ago.As the president of an Internet company who started from scratch and wished he could do everything by himself, Qian Zhongyi would often log in to Yuanjian to experience and test the application as a user.

The program uses special algorithms to filter and generate a recommendation list in the library by identifying the tags and profiles that users have put on themselves, and then pushes the list to each user.

Qian Zhongyi labels himself "salary office worker" and "community animal" on Yuanjian; his brief introduction is: he wants to find a person he likes in the capital where people come and go in a hurry.

Setting up the data like this is purely for experience and testing of the program.Whether it is recommended by the system or came to the door through recommendation, Qian Zhongyi only looks at the information, pulls a background statistics of user portraits, and never adds other people as friends.

Only that innocent and lovely Omega college student was an exception.

Opening the app takes longer than expected.Qian Zhongyi, who hadn't received a letter from a student for a day, endured his impatience, and while waiting anxiously, silently made a note to the people in the program optimization team.

The reason for the network lag is that the new news reminder function of Yuanjian is always up and down. Qian Zhongyi has to click on the main page to confirm that his lovely college student has written back.

Anxiety was taken by joy in an instant, and Qian Zhongyi couldn't wait to poke into the chat page to view the details.Before he could take a closer look, he was so frightened by the other party's four big characters "I'm sick today" that his heart skipped a beat.

"……Get ill?"

Qian Zhongyi muttered to himself, frowned involuntarily, and the face of his rich and beautiful wife suddenly flashed in his mind.

...It's just a change of season, why do these Omega still form a group to get sick?

Something very important flashed along with Zhou Qiyan's face in a single thought.Qian Zhong didn't care about capturing, and was typing in the window full of worry.

[Mr. Netizen: What disease?Did you see the school doctor and take your medicine? ]

[Mr. Netizen: Why didn’t you take care of your body and make it so serious, huh? ]

Zhou Qiyan took a quick shower.

Zhou Qiyan regretted sending Qian Zhongyi WeChat just now and begging for care both openly and secretly.The psychological soreness stimulated the physical pain, and the stomach trouble that had been relieved with great difficulty appeared to be troubled again.

Zhou Qiyan clutched his stomach, first staggered to the cabinet to find stomach medicine, and then came to the front of the bed cabinet with only half a glass of cold water left, and took the medicine together.

While waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect, Zhou Qiyan remembered his mobile phone that had been forgotten all along.

Unlocking it and looking at the new letter, as expected, Qian Zhongyi did not give any reply.

But... I waited for the care of Mr. Netizen who had already fallen asleep.

[Mr. Netizen: Forget it, most of the school doctors are unreliable. ]

[Mr. Netizen: Tell me the symptoms and give me the address, and I will send you the medicine. ]