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

Grandma Song spoke earnestly, saying that as one gets older, one's perceptions are different. Young people have their own ideas, and one can only let them be.

As a mother herself, she naturally understood Chen Shuxian's feelings. She was afraid that her son would be hurt and loved him dearly, but sometimes being too strict was not a good thing.

Chen Shuxian expressed her concerns, "Mom, Shi Chen has never been in contact with the opposite sex. What if that woman is from an unknown background and has other purposes? It would be better to get to know her clearly and know everything about her."

"Don't be nervous. I've met that girl. She's a nice person. She works as a doctor in this hospital. Achen has his own ideas, so let him have them." Grandma Song comforted her.

Besides, her grandson is so smart, how could he be deceived?

The woman lazily supported her head with one hand, lowered her eyes slightly, and admired the manicure she had just done yesterday, with a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Excessive concern is actually a burden. Instead of having wild thoughts, it's better to meet her and do a secret visit. The third brother is planning to take her home anyway."

Chen Shuxian looked a little heavy. Meng Qingran probably didn't know that Achen had a girlfriend yet. This girl regarded herself as her future mother-in-law, so things might be a little tricky.

Whether in terms of family background or other conditions, she felt that no one was more suitable for Song Shichen than Meng Qingran.

Now, a woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere and destroyed a marriage made in heaven. She didn't know how to face Meng Qingran.

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Even if you don't say it yourself, you will know it sooner or later, and then things will be more difficult to solve.

After knowing the news, Chen Shuxian was very worried, her mind was full of this matter. She found an excuse that she had something to do at the company and left in a hurry. On the way back, she called Meng Qingran.

A playful voice came from the other side, "Auntie, why don't you call me when you have time? Are you in need of someone to go shopping with? I'll be there anytime..."

On the mountain, Meng Qingran put away the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction. Thick ink was smudged, light colors were outlined, and he picked up the pen and put pen to paper to create a landscape picture.

Painting is the best way to cultivate the soul. Every stroke is a touch of the soul, and every touch is a flow of emotion. Painting is a carrier of emotion, recording the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the painter.

When she was in a bad mood, she liked to go out alone to collect folk songs, looking at the mountains and fields and the beautiful scenery, and her mood gradually became better.

Chen Shuxian felt a little guilty, sorry for such a good girl, "Qingran, Auntie wants to tell you something about Achen."

When Song Shichen was mentioned, Meng Qingran's eyes flashed with joy, and she listened carefully, "Auntie, what's wrong with Senior Brother?"

Her voice could not conceal the excitement. She hadn't heard from her senior brother for a long time, and she didn't dare to go to him rashly, for fear of affecting his work and making him dislike her.

The one who loves the most is often the most humble. She finally understood this sentence, and she was willing to lower her proud head and bow to him.

How could Chen Shuxian not understand what was on this child's mind? She was also an experienced person, but this matter had to be told sooner or later, and she knew very well how much harm it would cause to Meng Qingran.

"Shi Chen is in love..."

As soon as the words fell, the expression on the woman's face froze instantly, revealing an expression of disbelief, her mind went blank, and her sitting upright body trembled for a moment.

Her beautiful lips quickly forced out a smile, "Auntie, you are not kidding, today is not April Fools' Day."

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it must be fake, it must be, it must be a joke, she can't believe it! "Qingran, Auntie knows you feel bad, I feel the same way, I have always treated you as my daughter-in-law, you are a very good girl, Auntie apologizes to you on his behalf..."

"What are you talking about, Auntie? I'm fine. I just want to be alone. I'll come visit you when I have time. Take care of yourself and say hello to grandma for me."

After hanging up the phone, the calm mask on Meng Qingran's face gradually peeled off, her expression became terrifyingly gloomy. She bit her lips tightly, and the hatred in her eyes spread like a vine, growing wildly in her heart.

Her eyes fell on the painting she had just finished. She pulled it down with force. With a hiss, it was torn in two halves in an instant. Her eyes gradually turned red, but her hands did not stop moving, as if this was the only way she could vent her emotions.

As her hands moved, a perfect painting was torn into pieces. She lifted it up, and countless white fragments floated into the air, slowly falling.

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"Button..."

After dinner, Shen Wanyi came out of the shower. She wiped her hair with a towel and thought of the WeChat message her friend sent her today.

She discovered that her husband was leaving home early and coming back late, and that he was having sex with other women on his phone. She wanted to file for divorce and ask for more alimony, but she couldn't find a lawyer for the time being.

Shen Wanyi didn't have a very deep impression of this friend. She forgot whether she was her classmate in junior high school or high school. She vaguely remembered that she dropped out of school very early, got married early, and was a mother of two children in her early twenties.

She had not received much education and had met the wrong person. She did not know what it meant to spend money to hire a lawyer and was afraid that he was unreliable and might cheat her out of money. She thought of Shen Wanyi, with whom she had a better relationship when they were in school. A well-educated person should know more, so she went to find him.

Shen Wanyi was in a dilemma. She knew a lot of people, but she was not familiar with them and they did not interact with her on a regular basis. She really could not ask for help when she had something to do.

It seems that there are no lawyers among the people she knows. Wait, she thought of something. Right! That's right, how could she forget about Song Shichen? She didn't even think of it. She patted her slow brain.

You have to be sincere when asking someone to do something for you. Shen Wanyi went downstairs to make a cup of milk and knocked on the study door. "Come in." A low man's voice came from inside.

After getting the consent, Shen Wanyi walked in with the milk. This was her first time in the study. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the man sitting at the desk.

The man's eyes were on the computer. His profile was clear and sharp, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on his tall nose. The buttons on his wrists were slightly open, revealing a small section of his slender wrists, with the veins and blood vessels faintly visible under the skin.

He looked a little more relaxed and casual than usual, with his hair hanging softly between his eyebrows and forehead. From time to time, he lowered his eyes to write and draw, making revisions on the papers on the table.

Shen Wanyi put the milk on the table and stood quietly waiting. Song Shichen tilted his head to look at the person standing next to him as if he was being punished, and tapped the milk on the table with the tip of his pen, "Why aren't you talking?"

"I have a question..." Shen Wanyi was thinking about how to start.

"Yeah." Song Shichen nodded, motioning for her to continue.

Shen Wanyi thought, after all, they knew each other, so he would help if he could, "How much do you charge for a normal divorce case?"

Song Shichen put down his pen and pinched his tired brows, "Your friend wants a divorce?"

"Hmm..." (End of this chapter)