My Little Happiness

"Brother!" Cong Rong suddenly stopped Tan Size, "I plan to turn to non-litigation after two years, knowing that you recently took over the work of a listed company, take me."

"Why? The female lawyer who is the criminal defense is awesome. You don't see that every time you go to court, even the presiding judge glances at you."

Cong Rong glanced at him, "Did you mind because of the high fees of lawyers in criminal cases? Actually, there are many non-litigation businesses in the criminal business. ? "

Tan Size plunged into the trap, "You are also one of the senior partners, okay? I make money and you make money!"

Cong Rong slowly closed the net, "Do you still know that I am a partner?"

Tan Size was speechless. "You are the gold signboard we are defending. What should you do if you don't do it?"

"Come on, you were originally from criminal defense."

"No, Master Cong, my small heart is very fragile. You can't let me touch too many dark things. I will see through the red dust and become a monk!"

"You are a monk at best."

"I like mother's."

Cong Rong is too lazy to care about him.

"Do you really want to turn to non-litigation?" Tan Shize shook his head and sighed out after getting an affirmative answer. "Alas, there is one less female lawyer in litigation ..."

The door of the office closed, and Cong Rongcai glanced at the document in the corner of the table again. She has not accepted medical cases since she joined the industry, as everyone in the industry knows. In fact, medical cases are the easiest cases to win. In the face of the existing laws and social reality, medical personnel are a vulnerable group. Whether it is a medical accident or not, most patients will win the case, and the hospital will lose money. She can't stop others from picking up, but at least she can keep herself from picking up, because ... Wen Shaoqing is a doctor. He is also a person who lives under the tip of the knife every day. If one is not careful ... she will resist from the bottom of her heart every time she sees a medical case. She is unwilling to see this happen.

Cong Rong worked overtime in the office until the peak period passed and drove home. When he stopped the car in the parking lot of the community, he found that Wen Shaoqing's car was parked diagonally opposite her. She sat in the car and stared at the car, suddenly feeling like she was running away.

Cong Rong only turned half a circle in the supermarket, and he met Wen Shaoqing.

He was looking down at the production date of the yogurt in his hand, and there were a few bags of vegetables and fruits in the shopping cart next to him.

Cong Rong has seen a lot of young talents. Most of the young talents are in the industry, and they are very homely men ... she has seen very few.

He probably also just got off work, and the clothes he wore weren't the home clothes he saw a few times before.

Cong Rong stood there, hesitating whether to walk away or say hello in the past, Wen Shaoqing looked up.

Now she can only walk over to say hello, "Hi ..."

Cong Rong raised his hand and yelled, then she got stuck because she didn't know what to call Wen Shaoqing.

Professor Wen? Seems to call him old.

Follow Zhong Zhen to call his boss? It's a bit strange.

Called Wen Shaoqing directly? It seems not polite.

After a few seconds of weighing, she decisively said: "Dr. Wen."

For this title, Wen Shaoqing's eyes flashed with amazement, and was replaced by a smile, and some jokingly learned her title back: "What a coincidence, lawyer Cong."

Cong Rong was a little ashamed when he heard it, he must have learned her intentionally! Cong lawyer Cong lawyer! It was not wrong!

Cong Rong turned his head to stand in front of the freezer and picked yogurt. It seemed that only one bottle of the brand he used to drink was left, and that bottle was being pinched by Wen Shaoqing.

In addition to being a detail control, Cong Rong had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. She couldn't drink it after changing other brands. She picked up a bottle and handed it over, trying to suggest: "In fact, this brand is also very delicious."

Wen Shaoqing gave her a silent look, took the bottle of yogurt in her hand, and put it in the shopping cart along with the bottle she originally held.

Cong Rong stopped him, "Don't buy too much, it won't be fresh for a long time, just buy a bottle."

Wen Shaoqing handed back the bottle she suggested, and Cong Rong didn't want to take it at all.

Wen Shaoqing is a little strange, "What's wrong?"

Cong Rong pointed to his shopping cart, "I want that bottle."

Wen Shaoqing turned his head and glanced back and smiled, "Oh, just think about it."

Cong Rong took the bottle of yogurt from his hands fiercely and turned to the checkout counter, followed by Wen Shaoqing.

After coming out of the supermarket, Wen Shaoqing watched her retrieve the suitcase from the storage area and still smiled gently. The questions asked were still abhorrent, "Don't continue to sleep in the law firm?"

Cong Rong face nonsense: "The law firm will stop heating at night, it is too cold."

Wen Shaoqing suddenly laughed, "Eating dinner together?"

Probably that smile was so beautiful, Cong Rong was bewitched, and he followed him standing in front of his house and waiting for him to open the door, she suddenly wanted to repent.

It was dark early in winter. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a shadow pounce, and Cong Rong immediately hid behind Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing chuckled softly, turned on the light, and bent down to touch Yichang's head. "It's very clever and won't bite."

Cong Rong is still hiding in the corner by the door, "I know it won't bite ..."

Wen Shaoqing coughed and laughed, "Give up, let's go play on the balcony for a while."

Cong Rong looked outside, the night wind was tight, she said: "Let it be here, the balcony seems quite cold ..."

Wen Shaoqing raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "Are you sure?"

Cong Rong gritted his teeth, "Let it go to the study."

When Wen Shaoqing was cooking, Cong Rong was embarrassed to stand and stare at him. He suddenly remembered the handwritten medical notes he saw last time at Zhong Zhen and wanted to go to the study. She still gave up decisively and ended up boring on the sofa in the living room.

Cong Rong was wondering if it was not good for him to sit down and wait for his meal. The phone on the low table in front of the sofa suddenly vibrated.

Cong Rong glanced at the word "Qin Chu" on the phone screen constantly flashing. She saw the name suddenly uncomfortable, and thought that there might be an emergency patient in the hospital asking him to go back, so she raised her voice in the kitchen. Called Wen Shaoqing: "The phone rings, your colleague looks for you!"

Wen Shaoqing probably couldn't walk away, and he replied: "Please help me get it."

Cong Rong just picked up the phone and saw that Yi Yi suddenly rushed in front of her, staring at her intently.

Cong Rong was startled and immediately turned into the kitchen. He subconsciously felt that it was safe to stay beside Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing wiped his hands together and didn't know what was said there. He quickly replied: "No, it's being made, and I'm going to eat right away."

The female voice over there seemed to say something with a smile again. Wen Shaoqing glanced at Cong Rong this time with a staring eye before answering: "Forget it, I have friends here, it's inconvenient." Then he quickly hung up the phone, Handed the phone to Cong Rong, washed his hands, and began to put salt in the pot.

Cong Rong could feel that Wen Shaoqing was alienated from the courtesy of Qin Chu, not as Zhong Zhen guessed. She tentatively asked, "Do you want to go back to the hospital to work overtime?"

"No, my colleague told me to go out for dinner. I heard that I would come home to eat when I was cooking. I refused." Wen Shaoqing asked after three words, suddenly asked, "How do you know Qin Chu is my colleague?"

"Uh ..." Cong Chong is poor, hesitant for a while can only tell the truth, "Zhong Zhen told me."

"He has nothing to tell you what this is doing?"

"Nothing, just gossip. He said that you are very good at making scalpels. By the way, I mentioned something 'clearly.'"

Wen Shaoqing's focus is well grasped, "Do you often talk to me?"

"Not at all." Cong Rong felt that something would happen if he didn't change the subject. He soon found that the follow-up Jean Yirang hadn't been kind enough to look at her, and leaned on Wen Shaoqing. "What's wrong with it?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at it and let her look at her again. "Probably ... you snatched its job. It was usually given to me when the phone rang."

Cong Rong was speechless, and she accidentally became a rival for letting go.

Wen Shaoqing turned off the fire and ordered dishes from the dining table outside, "It pounces on you most of the time that it is playing with you, indicating that it remembers you and is a kind of recognition for you. It is also very naughty, if it When you find that every time you pounce on you, your reaction is very interesting, then ... did you find that every time you see you, it is happy to pounce on you? Do not show fear of it, it knows that you are afraid of it It will throw you harder, if you calm down, it's not interested anymore. "

Cong Rong looked at Let Yi, and then looked at Wen Shaoqing. He always felt that there was something in his words.

Wen Shaoqing stood at the table and called her: "Come and eat."

Cong Rong didn't pay attention when he came last time, only to find out this time that Wen Shaoqing is quite accentuated ... abnormal.

She pointed to the pattern on the chopsticks and asked: "The chopsticks are quite unique, and they also have carved flowers. Where can I buy them?"

Wen Shaoqing gave her a bowl of soup and spoke lightly: "Ordinary chopsticks in the supermarket, I bought them back and carved them myself."

Cong Rong really believes that Wen Shaoqing's knife skill is very good, and it is so perverted, how boring he is before he thinks of carving flowers on chopsticks?

Cong Rong vomited him in his heart for a long time, and immediately changed his attitude when he caught the food in his mouth with chopsticks.

"This eggplant is delicious! How to make it?"

"Hmm ... this yam is also delicious!"

"This rib is also delicious, but it's too spicy, I don't eat spicy."

Cong Rong waved his chopsticks excitedly, but he couldn't find the calm and serious look on weekdays. Wen Shaoqing stared at her for a long time, with a slightly complicated expression, "Why didn't I find out ... you are a foodie?"

There are two kinds of food, one is that he has no bad food in his eyes, and eats too much and miscellaneous. There is also a kind of Cong Rong, which has a sharp mouth and strong picking. It is extremely concealed and usually ca n’t be seen at all. However, once it tastes delicious, it will shine with both eyes and show its original shape.