Sweet and crazy! The cold lawyer Song Yingnian married early

It is a rare thing to see Song Shichen's iron tree blooming in his lifetime. It is not difficult to see that he has become a light bulb unintentionally.

Yang Junzhi closed the document and loosened the button on his wrist. It was rare to see Song Shichen silent and acting as a transparent person next to him. He changed the topic with a half-smiling expression, "I want to hear Song Lu's opinion."

The conversation instantly turned to Song Shichen, who smiled softly when he heard the words, raised his eyes, and spoke slowly, "Senior brother, what do you think I should have to say?"

The fine tea leaves are brewed in the pot, and instantly swim in the white porcelain cup. The fragrance of tea is overflowing all around, and bursts of fragrance are revealed in the air.

Yang Junzhi poured a glass for Song Shichen and added some for himself. He sighed inexplicably, "I haven't been involved in the case for many years. The responsibility is huge and the burden is not ordinary. Are you really willing to be a spectator?"

Since he entered the industry, he has fought countless lawsuits, but this is the first time he has never taken over a case that has changed hands.

Song Shichen took a sip of the tea in the cup. The fragrance of the tea spread around his lips, refreshing him. "There's nothing you can do if you don't want to. After all, it's not you and me who have the final say. If you didn't believe in your senior brother's abilities, you wouldn't have come to him in the first place and left it to someone else."

People are worried."

Yang Junzhi laughed and scolded him, "That's nice to say, but I know that you kid has no good intentions and leaves a mess for me to clean up."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then raised the porcelain cups in their hands and clinked them, making a crisp collision sound, and the tea rippled in the cup.

"I haven't set foot in Yuncheng for several years, and I noticed quite a lot of changes along the way. How is your health, teacher?" Yang Junzhi looked at the high-rise buildings outside the window and lamented that things have changed.

The change in Yang Junzhi's slightly stunned expression fell into Song Shichen's eyes. He calmed down and replied, "It's very good. You have a strong body. The teacher is always thinking about you. Although you don't mention it with your words, you can't deceive others with your actions. Why don't you go and take a look?"

When Yang Junzhi suddenly announced his withdrawal from the legal profession, he was also shocked. He could have been promoted step by step and had a bright future, but he quit without any reason. It was just a pity.

The most unacceptable thing is a teacher who worries so much that he trains students with great future and finally finds a position in the legal profession. Unexpectedly, he chooses to quit at this juncture.

The moment I heard the news, I almost fainted. I was so sad that I stopped talking about the relevant words and didn't allow the students below to mention it. After all, no one could accept this.

He was hard-spoken but soft-hearted. On the surface, he scolded the students not to mention any news about Yang Junzhi. When he was alone, he would look out the window and feel sad from time to time. He could not calm down for a long time.

When it came to the past, Yang Junzhi seemed unwilling to mention it more. He smiled and passed it by, but his smile was tainted with a bit of helplessness. "That's good. I guess the teacher doesn't want to see me. Let's talk about it later. What have you been busy with recently?"

Song Shichen, who was named, glanced sideways, with an imperceptible hint of teasing on his lips, and sighed inexplicably, "Lie down at home and treat it as a holiday."

Yang Junzhi was slightly surprised and couldn't help but joke, "It seems that this time has a big impact on Song Lu, but it's okay. Busy people who are immersed in work finally have time. The outside world is so exciting. Let's go out for a walk and relax.

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Song Shichen responded, and Shen Wanyi next to him was startled, his eyes flashing with astonishment. He didn't expect that this matter also involved Song Shichen. From this tone, the matter was quite serious.

But the person involved looked indifferent and treated it lightly. She really didn't understand what Song Shichen was thinking and how he could pretend that nothing happened.

"It's a rare gathering, let's stay for dinner." Song Shichen pushed the menu on the table towards Yang Junzhi. Yang Junzhi clicked on the table, looked at the two people opposite, and pushed the menu back to Song Shichen.

"No, I asked someone to look for a house in Yuncheng earlier. I'll go there and have a look later. I haven't been back for a long time. I plan to stay for a while so as not to disturb your world. I'll leave now. See you later."

After a few words of greeting, it was difficult for Song Shichen to stay, so Yang Junzhi stood up and left. There were only two of them left at the dinner table, and an invisible embarrassment spread in the air.

After a period of silence, Song Shichen pushed the menu in front of Shen Wanyi, glanced at her dazed expression, raised his eyes, and said, "Look at the menu."

The words of polite refusal were stuck in his throat and he didn't know where to start. Shen Wanyi frowned, met the man's hot gaze, picked up a pen and checked off a few dishes on the menu.

Song Shichen took the menu handed over by Shen Wanyi, glanced at it briefly, pondered for a while, and looked at her with surprised eyes, as if he wanted to confirm again, "Spicy chicken, shredded pork with pepper, beef with coriander, be sure." How many of these?"

The rhetorical voice rang in her ears, and Shen Wanyi realized that she had been thinking about how to talk to Song Shichen, and she didn't pay attention to the spicy dishes. It was completely her own fault.

She was about to admit it bravely when Song Shichen flexibly turned the pen in his hand and said slowly, "Not eating breakfast will hurt your stomach. Eat less spicy food for lunch. The menu can be changed."

Shen Wanyi's expression changed slightly. Her eyes fell on the man's slender hands. He lowered his eyes slightly, picked up a pen and checked a few dishes on the menu. In the blink of an eye, the menu was pushed back to her.

The dishes listed above were all on the light side. Shen Wanyi's heart seemed to be touched at a certain moment. She hesitated to speak, and finally had to compromise, "It's up to you to decide."

Song Shichen frowned slightly and soon relaxed. After handing the menu to the waiter, he didn't know what he was thinking. His expression was a bit complicated, and the light blended into his deep eyes, making them even more profound.

A thick atmosphere of embarrassment rushed over her face. Shen Wanyi was thinking about how to speak, and quietly raised her eyes to look at him, "Does what happened in court have any impact on your work?"

"It has a certain impact. The cost is probably a problem. Are you very concerned?" the deep voice said, with a hint of inquiry. Song Shichen turned his head and looked at her, and the two people's eyes suddenly collided.

The dark eyes were like a thick mass of ink that could not be opened, staring straight at her. The pupils were unfathomable. If you were not careful, you would be trapped in them and unable to extricate yourself.

Hearing this, Shen Wanyi's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes fell on him in disbelief. In her impression, Song Shichen would never worry about a few taels of silver. If she told him, not many people would believe him.

In fact, she was dubious at first, until she heard the conversation between the two, and Song Shichen himself admitted that it didn't seem like a joke. Besides, there was no need to joke with herself about it.

Shen Wanyi responded muffledly, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Suddenly, this chapter was written at the end of February. I wanted to save up two chapters before posting, but I couldn't help myself.

An idea is to give the heroine an ex-boyfriend in the next chapter. She is trying to kill herself. I will write it down before talking about it.

Good night, good night, 1:20 minutes