Online dating object is ex-husband [ABO]

Zhou Qiyan slept soundly for the whole day.

When I woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.The setting sun slowly moved towards the west through the gap between the curtains, hitting Zhou Qiyan accurately.

The sequelae of the emergency suppressant medicine gave Zhou Qiyan such a headache that it was difficult to even open his eyes.After finally struggling to get up, Zhou Qiyan fell into a state of suspended animation like a crash, and sat on the bed in a daze for more than three minutes and five minutes before Zhou Qiyan remembered the absurd things he did to Mr. Zhong last night.

He actually... actually called Mr. Zhong when he was in heat?

Also, did you tell Mr. Zhong that you want to hug?

omg...

Zhou Qiyan, whose memories came back, covered his head with both hands in embarrassment, while pressing his temples with his thumbs, he also supported his head.

Because it was so embarrassing that when he woke up, he didn't know how to speak to Mr. Zhong.

Mr. Zhong... You don't think he is a frivolous male Omega because of his behavior yesterday, right?

Thinking of Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhong sent him a message on Yuanjian as if telepathically.

The familiar call notification sounded, and Zhou Qiyan, who was guilty and ashamed, jumped up.

[Zhong: Are you awake? ]

[Zhong: As soon as you wake up, remember to drink hot water and replenish water. ]

Zhou Qiyan was pleasantly surprised, shook his still dizzy head, and said strangely.

[Prayer: I just woke up. ]

[Qi: It’s amazing, how did Mr. know that I’m awake? ]

[Prayer: Is there a surveillance system around me? ]

Mr. Zhong replied so quickly that Zhou Qiyan couldn't keep up with his typing speed.

[Zhong: I guess.After so long, a normal person should wake up from thirst and hunger. ]

[Zhong: I wanted to monitor the security around you, but I couldn't do it. ]

The worry that flowed out of the husband's words made Zhou Qiyan's nose sore, who was already fragile.

Recalling the embarrassing scene the night before, Zhou Qiyan stumbled and typed the text, apologizing to Mr. Zhong.

[Q: Thank you sir for your concern... Sorry, I did such a disrespectful thing last night. ]

[Q: If I accidentally disturb your real life, please allow me to say sorry. ]

After the message was sent out, Zhou Qiyan felt that Mr. Zhong seemed to be on the other side of the network, and sighed softly, whether it was an illusion or a real telepathy with Mr. Zhong.

[Zhong: Are you talking like this again?Didn't I say, don't be so polite to me? ]

[Zhong: I am your lover, not your elder.It is your right to be coquettish and presumptuous to me, and you don't need to be so careful with me. ]

Zhou Qiyan also expected that the other party would "educate" him in this way, so she didn't change her attitude, but went further.

[Qi: But...we are just lovers on the Internet. ]

He consciously squatted on the bed, hugging his knees insecurely.

[Prayer: When dating, we agreed not to interfere with each other's real life. ]

[Qi: My act of initiating a voice call without authorization yesterday is already interfering with Mr. Zhong's real life. ]

[Zhong: I don't mind. ]

[Zhong: I don't mind if you interfere or disturb my real life. ]

[Pray: But]

I wanted to send half a sentence first and go out to grab a home game, but I couldn't keep up with my typing speed, so my husband took the opportunity directly.

[Zhong: There is nothing wrong with it. ]

[Zhong: Baby, maybe we can try to break through the distance between the Internet and reality, and then develop further. ]

Zhou Qiyan shivered suddenly.

After carefully reading Mr. Zhong's words three times, Zhou Qiyan still vaguely understood and asked.

[Qi: ... I don't quite understand. ]

[Prayer: What kind of breakthrough method? ]

Mr. Zhong replied with an answer that he guessed more than half, but still surprised and frightened him.

[Zhong: Break up with your boyfriend. ]

……

From setting sun to night, from brain confusion to gradually clear mind, this sentence, typed in less than ten words, has always entwined Zhou Qiyan's thoughts like a magic spell.

So much so that Zhou Qiyan couldn't help mumbling to himself and repeating that mantra when he was in a daze.

"Break up with your...boyfriend."

Break up with your boyfriend—translated according to the different equivalence of the role, Mr. Zhong means: let him divorce.

divorce.

Humans are terrifying creatures with subjective initiative. Once ideas are gradually formed in their minds, they will take actions consciously or unconsciously, and exhaust all potential possibilities to realize the ideas.

The soul drifted away all night, Zhou Qiyan still failed to dispel the "terrible" thoughts of divorce in his mind, but the more late at night, the more he wanted to escape.

……get away?

Throwing off the quilt on her body and enduring the backache caused by the sequelae of the inhibitory medicine, Zhou Qiyan picked up the charging phone and clicked on WeChat.

The last WeChat message sent to Qian Zhongyi has not received a response, Zhou Qiyan forced himself not to look at the history and past chats, and not to recall these green sent messages, which were slowly typed out with so much courage and determination.

He held his breath and typed his greetings to his husband after more than half a month on the text box.

[Are you busy at work recently? ]

[If you are free, let's meet up.I have something important to talk to you face to face, can you please spare me some free time? ]

[Just meet and chat, I think it should not be difficult. ]

After sending the message, Zhou Qiyan turned off the chat panel and returned to the main WeChat page, holding the phone and waiting for more than five minutes.

Sure enough, there was still no reply.

Unlike Mr. Zhong chatting on Yuanjian, Qian Zhongyi on WeChat will never reply.

If it hadn't been confirmed several times before that this was indeed Qian Zhongyi's private WeChat account, Zhou Qiyan might have naively thought that the reason he didn't reply was because he added the wrong person before marriage.

It's not that I added the wrong WeChat, or that the account was disabled, it's the person on the other side of WeChat—it's just that I don't want to talk to him.

From the beginning until now, I have never thought about dealing with him.

Cursing his lips, he plugged his phone into the charger to continue charging, and Zhou Qi fell down on the ice-cold double bed next to him with a tired face.

At ten o'clock the next morning, he pinched the "class time" on the timetable and sent a message to Mr. Zhong.

[Q: Sir, today I made an appointment with my classmates to apply for a certificate, and I will have dinner with them at noon, so I may not be able to send and receive messages.Report to you in advance, please don't worry. ]

After the report was completed, Zhou Qiyan entered the sound settings, and for the first time muted the incoming letter to Mr. Zhong.

He wants to leave the virtual network and completely return to real life for one day.

Because there is no driver, Zhou Qiyan has to walk 800 meters to the entrance and exit of the community to get a car once she goes out.He is not good at online car-hailing procedures, and he doesn't know what kind of special car to order. Every time, he is the most common and common taxi at the roadside.

Taxis have to pick up and drop off so many passengers every day, and the appearance of the car is of course not as good as a commercial car that is not maintained regularly.

When the slightly old leased car was parked downstairs in the gorgeous and exquisitely decorated Grade A office building, the doorman in charge of receiving visitors hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should open the door for the visitors in this car?

Without thinking about the result, the passengers in the back seat of the taxi had already opened the door and got off by themselves.The doorman's eyes lit up when he saw the person's attire and appearance, he immediately blocked the door and stepped forward to meet him.

"Hello sir, which floor do you want to go to?"

The doorman greeted him politely, and led Zhou Qiyan to the front desk.

As soon as Zhou Qiyan got out of the car, before he could stand still, he was dizzy from the doorman's question.

"I... I don't know which floor."

He didn't know where Qian Zhongyi's office was at all, how could he answer which floor it was?

"I am……"

"Are you here to talk about business?" Seeing that Zhou Qiyan was dressed neatly in a small casual suit, the doorman said first, "For business, please consult the front desk. The front desk will contact you with the people on each floor and department."

The doorman brought Zhou Qiyan to the front desk.

Before Zhou Qiyan realized what was going on, Miss Omega at the front desk smiled and asked softly, "Hi sir, do you have a business person in charge?"

Zhou Qiyan blinked and shook her head: "I...not."

"Okay then, what business are you here to discuss? Do you have an appointment?" The young lady still smiled beautifully and gently.

"I, I don't have an appointment."

The overly strong commercial atmosphere in the lobby of the office building made Zhou Qiyan, who seldom participates in business, feel uncomfortable and nervous.

Zhou Qiyan swallowed, hesitated and said, "I'm... I'm here to find Qian Zhongyi."

The lady at the front desk who accidentally heard the president's name was taken aback for a moment, and then she realized it.

"Are you a friend of the president? Before you came, did you make an appointment with Mr. Qian?" The young lady took out the visitor registration form from under the counter, handed Zhou Qiyan a pen, and picked up the phone, "I will contact you now. Mr. Qian's secretary, may I ask your surname, sir?"

"Zhou, the Zhou of Xia, Shang and Western Zhou."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, please show your ID and cooperate with visitor registration."

...Visitor registration?

Young Master Zhou, who heard about this for the first time, was stunned again, and then he slowly found his ID card from his bag, passed it to the front desk to get off the plane, and then signed and registered on the form according to the actual time.

While bowing his head to sign seriously, Zhou Qiyan heard someone laughing in a low voice.Looking up curiously, I saw the young lady at the front desk covering her mouth and looking at him uncontrollably.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qiyan touched his face subconsciously, "Is there something on my face?"

"No, no, no." The receptionist waved his hands again and again, explaining, "Sir, you are so beautiful and exquisite! It is no exaggeration to say that you are one of the best-looking Omega men I have ever seen!"

Zhou Qiyan was a little at a loss for the sudden compliment.

Originally, being praised should be a good thing, but at this juncture—this kind of juncture when he had to come to the door to have an interview with her husband because he was not liked, being praised not only did not make him happy, but on the contrary... I still feel a little ironic in my heart.

"Thank you." Zhou Qiyan replied politely, put down her pen and handed over the registration form, "I signed it, what should I do next—"

Before the words finished, another strange voice interrupted Zhou Qiyan's words.

"Master Zhou!"

President Qian's right-hand man——Student Wang Yang in a suit and a leather face, came to Zhou Qiyan three steps at a time, gasping for breath as he spoke.

"Hold, I'm sorry, I was ordered by the president to pick you up the stairs."