My Little Happiness

When Zhen Zhen looked at the familiar and unfamiliar game screen and ID on the screen, he was completely stunned and looked at Wen Shaoqing inexplicably.

Wen Shaoqing looked at him deliberately and calmly, "What's wrong?"

"No ... nothing." Zhong Zhen stood up immediately, "I'll go to the bathroom!"

Wen Shaoqing did not stop, so he ran out.

Zhong Zhen hid Cong Rong in the bathroom.

Cong Rong sent Zhou Chengcheng to the door of the community, but did not go back. He thought that Zhong Zhen wouldn't go into the house before calling her. When she picked it up, she said, "I'll give it away, and I will go back immediately."

Zhong Zhen ignored her, and whispered: "Cousin, cousin! Do you know who Teacher Wen is ?!"

Cong Rong somehow, "Who is it?"

Zhong Zhen's voice was full of excitement, "He is the Xinglin Chunnuan! The one you fell in love with in the game!"

Cong Rong stood in the cold wind and gritted his teeth, "Zhong Zhen! Do you dare to use the word" secret love "again!"

Zhong Zhen's voice immediately fell, "I said nothing ..."

Of course, Cong Rong knew that Wen Shaoqing was the Xinglin Chunnuan in the game. She never told anyone, and Zhong Zhen thought they only had an intersection in the game, but how did he know it now?

"How do you know that Wen Shaoqing is that person?"

Zhong Zhen suddenly heard something wrong and was even more horrified. "You already knew ?! I saw it on his computer just now. I saw it when he logged in. How did you know?"

Cong Rong's voice suddenly became somber, "Zhong Zhen."

Zhong Zhen's eyes flicked, "Huh?"

"If you let him know that I used your account to provoke him, you are dead!"

Zhong Zhen aggrieved, "Sister, you are a lawyer, how can you threaten people ..."

"You do it yourself!"

After Zhong Zhen came out of the toilet, Wen Shaoqing's eyes were different. He brought a little wonder, a little excitement, and a dim sum. When Wen Shaoqing showed him the paper, he was also a little absent-minded, staring at Wen Shaoqing every few minutes.

Cong Rong stood in the cold wind for a while, and after a while sighed, he continued to walk home.

Zhong Zhen went to the opposite door while Wen Shaoqing was showing him the paper.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Cong Rong. He took out a bound document and threw it in front of him. The first page was marked with bold and bold characters-the standard for identifying the degree of human injury.

Zhong Zhen froze for a while, "Cousin, what are you doing?"

Cong Rong sat down on the sofa and answered with a smile: "Let's make a game. The name of this game is called" You say I do. "I said, the lines on the page are not counted. The line says I'll call you a disability whenever you hurt. "

Zhong Zhen immediately embraced Cong Rong's thigh and begged for mercy: "Sister, I really know that I was wrong."

"Say it!"

"Sister ..."

"I count three, and you decide for you without saying me!"

Zhong Zhen didn't think about it, and replied indiscriminately: "Page 40, Line 7!"

Cong Rong threw the document to him, "Look for yourself!"

Zhong Zhen began to turn over in a jittery manner, counting over the lines, and then pointing at the line with excitement, "Cousin! Look, there are only two words in that line, drowning! I'll just go to the bathtub and hold my breath for a while, right? "

Cong Rong sneered and turned the document back to the previous page. "That is not the 40th page. When the page number is marked, the cover is not counted. The 39 page is the real 40 page. Look at the 7th line. what?"

Zhong Zhen looked shocked and dissatisfied, "Cousin, you are even pitted by your cousin! It's heartbroken!"

Cong Rong glanced at him lightly, "Maybe this is lower than the drowning level just now?"

With a fluke of luck, Zhong Zhen looked at him in anxiety, wailing with only one glance, and Cong Rong said coldly, "Nian!"

Zhong Zhen sobbed and read out, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "All or part of the **** sphincter is torn, and even the front wall of the **** is torn ..."

Cong Rong suddenly smiled softly, "Cousin, it seems that I have to find you a boyfriend."

Zhong Zhen clenched his collar in fright with a frightened face, "Cousin! You can't make it straight!"

Cong Rong glared at him, "You still know that being persecuted is not good? Then you have to find a boyfriend for me? I hate marrying so much in your eyes?"

Zhong Zhen was silent for a while, and suddenly looked at Cong Rong with a serious expression: "It's not hate to marry, it's not to marry at all. Sister, you give people the feeling that they don't need men at all, you don't It's cold, but it makes people feel cold. It's very light in love, except for ... who, since then, I have never seen any man you have followed. From small to large, your business is up to you, never Do n’t rely on men. They told me when they were in school, Zhong Zhen, your sister is a goddess. Not because of anything else, because you are really high up, no boy will affect your joys and sorrows. Your high up is not a gesture , But mentality, you never look indifferent to men, and feel like you will never marry. "

Cong Rong naturally knows who the "who" is in Zhong Zhen's mouth, but he is wrong, not because he hasn't followed any man after that person, but has been paying attention to that man.

Those who are interested are tired, and those who are not care do not matter.

She is not careless, she is someone in her heart, so it does not matter to others.

Cong Rong's sudden silence made Zhong Zhen frown, and he asked carefully: "Cousin, you now know that Teacher Wen is the Xing Lin warming up, then do you ... still like him?"

Cong Rong blinked, "I don't know."

Zhong Zhen became more and more affirmed, "That's like, every time you don't want to answer, you say you don't know, you obviously like it."

Cong Rong sighed, "Maybe."

Zhong Zhen suddenly remembered something, "Do you know who my boss likes?"

Cong Rong shook his head, "I don't know."

Both the sister and the brother were silent, and after a while Zhong Zhen clenched his fists and vowed openly: "It doesn't matter, cousin! As long as my boss is single, no matter who he likes, I will help you get him back!"

"Come again ..." Cong Rong rubbed his temples with a headache. "You can do whatever you want. I'm sleepy and go to bed first. If you want to sleep here, go to the room. If you don't want to sleep, go home quickly. I don't care about you. "

Zhong Zhen suddenly stopped her: "Cousin, cousin! Tell me something! Do you know why Dr. Qin hasn't talked so much today?"

"why?"

"Because she seems to have a crush on my boss, the doctors and nurses in our hospital used to brush my boss and her CP in the hospital's forum! I also took the name" Qing Chu "!"

Cong Rongxing caused a defect, "What's about me?"

"Of course it's off! My boss is my favorite for you to keep! How can I run away with others?"

"Thank you, you are really my brother."

"I think you and my boss also need to brush a CP. I want to think about the name ..."

Zhong Zhen scratched his head and scratched his head for a long time, and finally came up with the words, "How about it called" green onion "? Does it sound pure?"

"I think white garlic is better, what do you think? After all, garlic is more expensive than green onions."

"cousin!"

"I told you more than a hundred times, and I have nothing with your teacher."

After finishing speaking, Cong Rong stood up and accidentally kicked a bag, "What is this?"

Zhong Zhen immediately cautiously picked it up and put it on the table. "A set of toiletries, soap, shower gel and the like, my boss gave me."

"What did he do for you?"

"Because the name of this series is very special, Nature and Science are written on all the packages. He said that with this NatureScience series in hand, he would not worry about sending SCI!"

Cong Rong also heard for the first time that Nature and Science made such a statement. It seems that this teacher Zhong Zhen is not very reliable.

This Christmas Eve was exhausted physically and mentally. Cong Rong was lying in bed but couldn't sleep anymore. He turned over and was squeezed by something under the pillow. She reached under her pillow and touched the frame.

Late at night, Cong Rong calmed down and realized how absurd he was. She didn't know what medicine was wrong at the time, but she stole it from the ghost. She learned the law, but she knew it was illegal.

She took out the photo, threw the photo frame into the drawer at the bedside, and held the photo for a long time.

After Wen Shaoqing took the picture, she intended to let him pass it on to her, but he didn't mention it at the time, and she was embarrassed to ask afterwards. Probably it was this regret that encouraged her to steal it.

Slender fingers gently rubbed the silhouette on the photo, which seemed to have a familiar temperature. He picked the temperature of her fingertips when she chin, the temperature of the palm when she touched her back, the temperature of her fingertip when she covered her eyes, the temperature of her fingers when she held her wrist ...

The unexpected temperature seemed to slowly pass from her fingertips to her heart, ironing her troubled heart, and she soon fell asleep.

I didn't sleep well in the evening and naturally couldn't get up the next morning. When she heard someone knock on the door, she turned over and ignored it. By the time she opened her eyes again at 9:30, she hurriedly got up to take a shower and went out. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a heat preservation box hanging on the door handle. Inside, there were four small and delicate apple pies arranged neatly.

Cong Rong took a bite and was still hot. The knock on the door she just heard was probably Wen Shaoqing's knock?

Cong Rong finished his mouthful in two or three and went back home to wash the insulation box and hang it on the opposite door. She looked at the thermos box and thought of the cherry blossom glass. She always felt that it was not good to take his things in vain, and she stole the photo again. She thought all the way until she sat in the office and didn't figure out what to send. She admits that she has the ability to observe words, look at others, and recognize others, but Wen Shaoqing is simply impeccable, completely unable to see his preferences, which is really terrible.