Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

Chapter 205 Flattered
The aunt at home said that Shen Wanyi had been away from here for a while, but she didn't know where to go.

So Zhou Qingping guessed that when Shen Wanyi came back to Yuncheng, she was a bit busy these two days, so she only made time to make this call today.

But he didn't expect to hear the confession himself, and naturally felt uncomfortable. His daughter came back and didn't tell anyone.

It doesn't matter if you don't tell others, even your own mother didn't tell. Unlike outsiders, they are her own relatives, and she feels uncomfortable.

Shen Wanyi did not hide anything from Zhou Qingping, and answered honestly, "Three weeks."

Indeed, it has been a while since she came back to Yuncheng, and she has gradually become familiar with it these days, and time slips away quietly between her fingers, as if in a trance.

To be honest, if Zhou Qingping hadn't made this phone call, she probably wouldn't have personally told her about her return to Yuncheng.

Shen Wanyi doesn't think that's necessary. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't come back. It's just one more person in this city. If you don't bother, try not to bother. Do you know it's really important?

Zhou Qingping was obviously silent for a long time, and laughed awkwardly, "No matter what, just come back, and plan to go home for dinner sometime, so that the family can get together."

It's been a long time since I saw him, and I don't know if he's lost weight or how his life is now, since he was a child, Shen Wanyi has always been independent so he doesn't have to worry about it.

"I'll talk about it when I'm free, I didn't hang up beforehand." Shen Wanyi raised her head, staring at the sky outside, lost in thought, and tucked her drooping hair behind her ears.

"Can't I say a few more words to my mother? Mom really misses you. If you hate me because of what happened back then, to be honest, my mother is really sorry for you..."

Before Zhou Qingping could finish her sentence, Shen Wan thought she had something to do, so she hung up the phone. She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to let go of the unhappiness in her heart, and closed her eyes that were filled with past events.

The slender body was leaning against the wall, the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves could be heard, Shen Wanyi's long eyelashes drooped, and a rare bitterness appeared on her lips intentionally or unintentionally.

She never complained about Zhou Qingping, she could only say that the way of the world is tricking people, it was the fault of the time when she was born at the wrong time, and it's fine now, let the past go.

...

Song Shichen didn't go back to the lawyer's office these two days. He has always been missing, and the dragon can't see the end, so it's normal to be missing for several days, and he's used to it.

Cafe under the law firm
Meng Qingran looked out at the busy street, picked up the spoon on the coffee cup, and shook the coffee in the cup in every possible way, the brown liquid stirred up and down in the cup.

She couldn't help sighing, and she didn't know why she sighed, she just felt empty in her heart, since she came to Yuncheng, nothing could arouse her interest.

Moreover, Song Shichen hadn't seen anyone in the past few days, and he didn't know where he was going. He was unfamiliar with the place and place in Yuncheng, so he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

So she went out alone to relax, but she didn't expect to find herself downstairs in the lawyer's office after going around. Maybe it was fate that led her here, and she walked in by accident.

Meng Qingran was originally good-looking, and today she was wearing a black suspender skirt, revealing her fair shoulders, her skin was as white as snow, her palm-sized face was painted with delicate makeup, and her coquettish red lips were slightly raised.

Naturally, many people came to strike up a conversation and asked for contact information, but Meng Qingran refused one by one. Ordinary people couldn't attract her interest at all, it was like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, wishful thinking.

Tsk tsk, compared with Song Shichen, these people are simply far behind. They are different from each other, and they are not in the same rank.

...

Soothing music was played in the hall, the sound was neither loud nor low, I don't know if it was the effect of the music, the impetuous heart gradually calmed down, as if in a comfortable space, it made people feel refreshed.

On the second floor, a table by the windowsill.

A man in a black suit looked out the window, seeing people coming and going, busy with their own lives, he loosened the buttons on his wrist, raised his wrist, picked up the coffee on the table, and put it close to his thin lips, Take a sip.

The mellow aroma of coffee pours into the mouth. It is not as sweet as beverages and milk tea, but has its own unique taste.

There is bitterness in sweetness, sweetness in bitterness, and the mixture of the two, but you can taste each of them. This is the wonder of coffee.

Those who don't know how to appreciate it often say that it is bitter, like a pearl buried in the sand, waiting to be discovered by those who belong to it.

He put down the cup in his hand, and the cup and saucer made a loud clashing sound, and the brown liquid inside stirred up waves, which continued to swirl for a long time.

The man raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of indifference, his gestures were noble, he got up to leave, and when he went downstairs, he suddenly said "Senior brother!" The tone of his voice couldn't conceal the joy in his heart.

Immediately, a woman grabbed his sleeve from behind, he lowered his eyes, a little surprised, stunned for a while, he knew clearly, it seemed that he had admitted the wrong person.

Rather, he was expecting Meng Qingran to see his reaction. The man turned around slowly, his handsome face fell in front of Meng Qingran, and he nodded at her. If he didn't look seriously, he might think it was Song Shichen.

Song Yinghuai pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, her eyes were a little probing, tinged with playfulness, and her expression was playful, "Sister Qingran, you gave me a big surprise when we met, but it scared me a lot."

A familiar figure came down from upstairs, and without even thinking about it, Meng Qingran was overwhelmed by the joy that surged up, and ran over with all her strength, and couldn't help feeling aggrieved after not seeing him for a long time.

He quickly grabbed the man's sleeve, afraid that he would disappear before his eyes again, and apologized for his behavior in the office last time, "Brother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be willful..."

Hearing that it wasn't Song Shichen's voice, she raised her head suddenly, only to realize that the person in front of her was not Song Shichen, but Song Yinghuai. Meng Qingran's eyes widened in disbelief, she immediately let go of her hand, and took a few steps back.

Standing there at a loss, he finally came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, his expression was not hard to see the disappointment, and he raised his lips forcefully, "Sorry, Brother Yinghuai, I admitted the wrong person."

Song Yinghuai took Meng Qingran's expression into his eyes, couldn't help sneering twice, raised his sharp jaw, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Do I look like Song Shichen?"

It's more than a resemblance. People who have seen the two brothers since they were young say they are more alike than twins. Those who are not familiar with them may admit it wrong.

Those who are familiar with it are easy to distinguish, Song Shichen is as cold as frost and gentle, while Song Yinghuai is clever and ruthless in doing things.

As soon as the words fell, Meng Qingran blinked, raised her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her in a daze.
The man was dressed in a black well-tailored, expensive suit, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, slightly raised fox eyes with a different kind of light, and a handsome face as perfect as a jade carving. His gestures and gestures all revealed the atmosphere of a business elite.

(End of this chapter)