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

Chapter 235

"There is no resistance to men who can speak Cantonese. Song Lu is definitely an ideal man, omnipotent."

There were compliments from a lot of people nearby, and even Zhao Qiuyi talked to them, and she was truly amazed.

Until the end, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time, my soul was lost in the Cantonese song I sang, and I was deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate myself.

Zhao Qiuyi was about to tease Shen Wanyi, but she didn't expect that she was absent-minded, as if she had lost her mind, she hadn't looked back from the big screen, and she didn't even know when she dropped her phone.

Tsk tsk, usually pretending not to care, saying that he has no relationship with Song Shichen long ago, wishing to get rid of the relationship and make a clean break from now on.

Hearing someone sing, I'm afraid she's a woman who loses her soul in him, a duplicity woman, the best way to describe Shen Wanyi.

Zhao Qiuyi called Shen Wanyi several times, dangling her hands in front of her, she recovered her senses, and pointed to the innocently dropped cell phone, "A certain person was so fascinated by the sound that he even dropped his cell phone."

Shen Wanyi regained her composure, and only after being reminded by Zhao Qiuyi did she realize that the phone had dropped. She bent down to pick it up, checked that it was not broken, stared at the big screen intently, and remained silent for a while.

No one noticed in the noisy environment, her eyes were red, and a complicated meaning flashed in her indifferent eyes, she was deeply moved.

It was as if a heavy boulder was loaded in her heart, which made Shen Wanyi unable to breathe, and even suffocated for a while.

It turned out that Song Shichen had always remembered, he remembered.

...

Back then, Eason Chan's songs were popular all over the streets, and the class was no exception, causing a storm in Cantonese.

During the break after class, Zhao Qiuyi came up to chat with Shen Wanyi, lay lazily on her desk, and quietly put on a Bluetooth headset to listen to music.

"Wanwan, Chinese and Cantonese have become so poisonous recently that I want to learn a few words of Cantonese. I have to say, it's really nice, but it's also difficult to learn."

It was Zhao Qiuyi who kept nagging, Shen Wanyi buried her head in writing the paper, and responded with a few sentences from time to time, without a trace of impatience.

While talking, Zhao Qiuyi suddenly went crazy, "If I can meet a boy who learns Cantonese and sings Cantonese songs for me, I will have no regrets in this life. I beg God to give me one. I will publish a few sentences tonight."

Shen Wanyi, who was named, froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. There is no doubt that Cantonese is really good, and the charm is not found in Mandarin, which is unique.

As far as I like it, I naturally prefer Cantonese in my heart. Moreover, Cantonese is spoken in my hometown. Whenever I hear it, I feel very cordial and a wonderful feeling.

After a brief chat, the class bell rang, and not long after Zhao Qiuyi returned to his seat, Song Shichen returned to his seat from the back row, the classroom was still noisy, and the teacher hadn't come yet.

"Little deskmate, do you like Cantonese?" The young Qingyue's voice rang slowly in his ears, the tip of the pen under it visibly paused, and Shen Wanyi glanced at it in bewilderment.

It took a while to respond, "I have no resistance to men who can speak Cantonese. Song Lu is definitely an ideal man, omnipotent."

There were compliments from a lot of people nearby, and even Zhao Qiuyi talked to them, and she was truly amazed.

Until the end, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time, my soul was lost in the Cantonese song I sang, and I was deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate myself.

Zhao Qiuyi was about to tease Shen Wanyi, but she didn't expect that she was absent-minded, as if she had lost her mind, she hadn't looked back from the big screen, and she didn't even know when she dropped her phone.

Tsk tsk, usually pretending not to care, saying that he has no relationship with Song Shichen long ago, wishing to get rid of the relationship and make a clean break from now on.

Hearing someone sing, I'm afraid she's a woman who loses her soul in him, a duplicity woman, the best way to describe Shen Wanyi.

Zhao Qiuyi called Shen Wanyi several times, dangling her hands in front of her, she recovered her senses, and pointed to the innocently dropped cell phone, "A certain person was so fascinated by the sound that he even dropped his cell phone."

Shen Wanyi regained her composure, and only after being reminded by Zhao Qiuyi did she realize that the phone had dropped. She bent down to pick it up, checked that it was not broken, stared at the big screen intently, and remained silent for a while.

No one noticed in the noisy environment, her eyes were red, and a complicated meaning flashed in her indifferent eyes, she was deeply moved.

It was as if a heavy boulder was loaded in her heart, which made Shen Wanyi unable to breathe, and even suffocated for a while.

It turned out that Song Shichen had always remembered, he remembered.

...

Back then, Eason Chan's songs were popular all over the streets, and the class was no exception, causing a storm in Cantonese.

During the break after class, Zhao Qiuyi came up to chat with Shen Wanyi, lay lazily on her desk, and quietly put on a Bluetooth headset to listen to music.

"Wanwan, Chinese and Cantonese have become so poisonous recently that I want to learn a few words of Cantonese. I have to say, it's really nice, but it's also difficult to learn."

It was Zhao Qiuyi who kept nagging, Shen Wanyi buried her head in writing the paper, and responded with a few sentences from time to time, without a trace of impatience.

While talking, Zhao Qiuyi suddenly went crazy, "If I can meet a boy who learns Cantonese and sings Cantonese songs for me, I will have no regrets in this life. I beg God to give me one. I will publish a few sentences tonight."

Shen Wanyi, who was named, froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. There is no doubt that Cantonese is really good, and the charm is not found in Mandarin, which is unique.

As far as I like it, I naturally prefer Cantonese in my heart. Moreover, Cantonese is spoken in my hometown. Whenever I hear it, I feel very cordial and a wonderful feeling.

After a brief chat, the class bell rang, and not long after Zhao Qiuyi returned to his seat, Song Shichen returned to his seat from the back row, the classroom was still noisy, and the teacher hadn't come yet.

"Little deskmate, do you like Cantonese?" The young Qingyue's voice rang slowly in his ears, the tip of the pen under it visibly paused, and Shen Wanyi glanced at it in bewilderment.

It took a while to respond. As he spoke, Zhao Qiuyi suddenly went crazy, "If I can meet a boy who learns Cantonese and sings Cantonese songs for me, I will have no regrets in this life. I beg God to give me one. I will publish a few sentences tonight."

Shen Wanyi, who was named, froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly. There is no doubt that Cantonese is really good, and the charm is not found in Mandarin, which is unique.

As far as I like it, I naturally prefer Cantonese in my heart. Moreover, Cantonese is spoken in my hometown. Whenever I hear it, I feel very cordial and a wonderful feeling.

After a brief chat, the class bell rang, and not long after Zhao Qiuyi returned to his seat, Song Shichen returned to his seat from the back row, the classroom was still noisy, and the teacher hadn't come yet.

"Little deskmate, do you like Cantonese?" The young Qingyue's voice came slowly in his ears, and the pen underneath

(End of this chapter)