After the rebirth, I divorced the scumbag

When they got outside the door, the driver of Que Nanqing's family had already come and waited outside.

Han Xi got into the back seat, and Que Nanqing followed suit.

The car was on the road, and the car was quiet.

Que Nanqing drank wine tonight, and now his stamina has probably picked up, so he leaned on the back of his chair and fell asleep.

The window where he was sitting was open, and the wind was blowing in through the window.

Han Xi was worried that he was catching a cold, so he leaned over to close the window for him.

However, before her hand touched the lift button, Que Nanqing leaned over and fell on top of her.

Han Xi didn't push him away, but called him softly, "Professor Que?"

Que Nanqing didn't respond.

Han Xi had no choice but to straighten him upright and close the window.

As soon as the window was closed, Que Nanqing fell over again.

He seemed to regard her as a doll at home and hugged her tightly.

Han Xi tried to push it.

No push.

She hadn't recovered her mood at the moment, she was depressed and didn't want to move, and she didn't bother to care about him, so she let him hold her.

She recalled her rudeness at the dinner table just now, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Maybe she really doesn't fit in socially.

Today was a good atmosphere, but it was all ruined by her alone.

Han Xi fell into a closed loop of self-blame, and the more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

But soon, she realized a problem.

Yang Fangwei just sitting next to her made her feel uncomfortable, but why is it okay for Que Nanqing to sit next to her?

She even found a sense of security because of his existence, and her emotional adjustment was much faster than before.

Han Xi didn't dare to think deeply, turned his head to look at the changing street scene outside the window, and diverted his attention.

When they arrived at Que Nanqing's house, the driver got out of the car to help Que Nanqing.

Que Nanqing hugged Han Xi and refused to let go. Although she was not noisy, she was very firm.

The driver was a little embarrassed, Han Xi said, "I'll take him upstairs, you go first, I'll go back by myself later."

The driver nodded and left quickly.

Que Nanqing was about 1.8 meters tall, and Han Xi was only about 1.6 meters tall. It was really hard to support him, and there was a feeling that he would fall down and crush him at any time.

After finally helping him to the living room, Han Xi planned to put him on the sofa instead of helping him upstairs.

She walked over to the sofa with difficulty, ready to unload the person.

However, the other party hugged him too tightly. When she put him on the sofa, she was also pulled down on the sofa.

The sofa is very soft, Que Nanqing fell on it with her, but it didn't hurt.

At this moment, Que Nanqing's strength had relaxed a little, and she took advantage of the trend to get up from his side.

As soon as she sat up, Que Nanqing grabbed her hand, pulled her back, turned over and pressed her down.

Han Xi was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the person on top of her leaned down and touched her lips.

Han Xi's pupils shrank in shock for a kiss that didn't go deep and tasted lightly.

After Que Nanqing kissed her, it was as if he lost his support all of a sudden, and fell on her body. The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of his body enveloped Han Xi completely, making it impossible to retreat.

He buried his head in her neck, his warm voice became hoarse due to drunkenness: "Han Xi, I like you."

Han Xi's brain went down for a few seconds, then he pushed Que Nanqing away and fled.

The door was closed heavily, and after a long time, the man on the sofa sat up slowly.

His eyes were clear, and he didn't look half drunk.

Que Nanqing raised her hand and stroked her lips.

Seeing that Han Xi seemed to have completely let go of his guard against him tonight, he took advantage of her while drinking and confessed his love.

As for the result, it depends on what Han Xi thinks about.

......

Seeing that Han Xi hadn't come back, Xia Zimu waited for her in the living room.

Han Xi was a little out of shape when he entered the door, and he looked as if his soul had been sucked out of him.

She walked over and grabbed Han Xi, "Xixi, what's wrong with you?"

Han Xi turned his head in a daze, looked at her for a while, then shook his head, "It's nothing."

But looking at her like this, there must be something.

Xia Zimu frowned and asked, "Is Qin Mutian looking for you again?"

"No." Han Xi hesitated to speak, and finally told her about Que Nanqing.

Xia Zimu didn't show any shock after listening, but asked calmly, "What do you think of Professor Que?"

Han Xi lowered his head, "I don't know."

"Do you hate him?"

"Do not."

"Is that like?"

Han Xi was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Mumu, you know my affairs..."

"Professor Que also knows."

Xia Zimu's words were like thunder, causing Han Xi's eyes to widen. "What did you say?"

"Que Nanqing actually already knew about your past, Qin Mutian will disappear, and he was the one who did it."

Han Xi was speechless and didn't know what to say for a while.

Xia Zimu persuaded softly: "Xixi, the past is over, as long as you are willing to take that step, you can choose to start a new life now."

Han Xi didn't say anything, and Xia Zimu didn't force her too much, and sent her upstairs to rest.

After sending her into the house, Han Xi grabbed her skirt, "Mumu, can you sleep with me tonight?"

Xia Zimu held her hand, "Okay."

......

After that night, Han Xi never appeared in front of Que Nanqing again.

Even the books she left on his car that night, she asked Nan Nian to come and pick them up.

Han Xi's substitute class at school has ended, and Que Nanqing boarded the game, but he has not waited for Han Xi to go online.

According to Xia Zimu, Han Xi has been reading books to prepare for the exam in September. He reads books every day. He doesn't seem to think about anything else.

Que Nanqing visited Xia Zimu's house several times, but Han Xi never came out to see him.

Her attitude was already evident.

Half a month later, Que Nanqing didn't come to Han Xi again.

Han Xi thought the incident was over, and while he was relieved, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Without Que Nanqing's disturbance, Han Xi's life returned to peace.

Today, she boarded the game again.

After not logging into the game for half a month, there were more than a dozen messages in her chat box, most of which were from Gong Que, and the remaining few were from that little sheep.

She first apologized to Gong Que for not being online for a while, and then went to read the news about Little Sheep.

Little Sheep: [Miss, Gong Que already has a family in the real world, why don't you break off your partnership with him, I'm worried that he's eating from the bowl and staring at the pot. 】

Little Sheep: [Miss, why haven't you been online for a while? 】

【Gong Que seems to have broken up with my teacher's wife. If you like him, you can fuck him. 】

Looking at the messages sent by Yang Fangwei, Han Xi vaguely guessed the identity of Gong Que.

She tightened her grip on the mouse, and sent a message: 【Is Gong Que surnamed Que? 】

Yang Fangwei happened to be online at this moment, and immediately replied to her message: 【How do you know?Do you know Professor Que? 】

Yang Fangwei also turned his mind quickly, and asked cautiously: [You can't be Teacher Han, can you? 】

Han Xi's mood was a bit complicated, 【Yes. 】

Yang Fangwei exploded in an instant, 【Fuck!I actually helped Professor Que chase someone I like! 】

Yang Fangwei felt that the wound he had just healed opened again in an instant.