My Little Happiness

The smile on Wen Shaoqing's lips faded, but the sarcasm became more and more obvious, "While saying that I like one person, I can still get on with another person. It turns out that Lawyer Cong likes that too."

With cold water splashing down, Cong Rong not only calmed his face, but also calmed down in his heart, and a chill came out of his heart. She didn't say anything anymore, and soon turned back home without looking at Wen Shaoqing again.

From the entrance of the elevator to the door of the house, just a few steps away, Cong Rong walked hard and gradually became discouraged because she first moved, so should he be ridiculed by him?

Wen Shaoqing stood on the spot, frowning tightly, and his eyes rolled over, seeming to be relieved and annoyed, until he let him rub against him, he didn't recover, bent down and touched his head, why would they quarrel? Has his patience deteriorated?

He didn't have the mood to let Yi Yi go out to play, and turned back home.

Let Yibang not go out to play, then vigorously roaming in the houses. After a while, it bit a hair circle and laid it on Wen Shaoqing's feet.

Wen Shaoqing was sitting in the study reading a book, looked down and picked it up, "Where did you come from?"

Let Yirang immediately turn to the guest room, Wen Shaoqing looked through the door of the guest room, probably Cong Rong hit his head last time and slept in the guest room for a night.

He also got up and walked to the guest room, sitting by the bed and found several long hairs on the pillow.

He looked down at Jean Yi, and began to injustice it: "Why did you go to bed again? Didn't you tell you that you couldn't go to bed? When did you start to lose black hair? Has it turned black? Or is it that you want to evolve into a panda?"

He said that he rubbed Ran Yi's hair and shouted twice in protest. He was unhappy with Cong Rong tonight, and he simply tortured to make a concession, and tied a small braid on his head with a hair loop.

After he finished speaking, he raised his phone to face it, "smile."

Let one let out his tongue, bend the corner of his mouth and smile at the camera. After the photo was taken, Wen Shaoqing showed it to him, "Are you looking good?"

Letting him ignore him for a while, he said to himself: "I think it's not bad, it looks like the owner of the hair circle."

So I sent it to the circle of friends and set it as a mobile phone screensaver.

Cong Rong didn't have the mood to brush up his circle of friends, and naturally he didn't see this picture. She had a strong self-esteem since she was a child. Tonight Wen Shaoqing secretly satirized her water-based Yanghua. She was angry and angry, and felt wronged. What was more chilling was that this was said from Wen Shaoqing's mouth. The damage value did not know how many times it had been turned.

Actually, Wen Shaoqing didn't mean that. He didn't care about her blind date, he didn't care about the prosecutor. In fact, he and Cong Rong have nothing to do with each other at work, but in life, it is just because they can meet each other every day as a neighbor and eat and eat together occasionally. There is no substantial progress. Both are busy with work, how much time can be spent at home? She was so dull. But the prosecutor is different. It is not impossible to meet frequently at work. It is not impossible to have a long life. Isn't it the best proof that so many doctors and nurses in the hospital form a family? In general, he is not annoying Cong Rong, he is annoying himself.

However, no matter who is right or wrong, the diplomatic relations between Wen Shaoqing and Cong Rong are undoubtedly broken, and the era of the Cold War has officially begun.

The two have been neighbours for some time, and their respective laws of life have been basically understood. Cong Rong just went to work in the morning and walked for a while. After working overtime at the law firm and coming back at night, he always avoided Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing hasn't seen Cong Rong for a few days. Although he apologized, he couldn't find a chance. He didn't respond by texting or calling.

In the evening, Wen Shaoqing routinely asked his students to hold regular meetings. When the students reported, Wen Shaoqing was obviously distracted and unlocked the phone screen back and forth. Zhong Zhen sat close, glanced at the phone secretly, and then suddenly stopped, then looked up at Wen Shaoqing and looked a little different.

After the meeting, Zhong Zhenmo lingered to the end, leaned in and asked, "Boss, your phone's screensaver ..."

Wen Shaoqing said casually: "Doesn't I think my dog ​​combing skills are good?"

Zhong Zhen scratched his head, "No ... that hair circle ..."

Wen Shaoqing didn't want to ask this question, and his eyes were deep and confusion, "No? Do you think my craft is not good?"

Zhong Zhen looked at the big demon king to be transformed, and immediately appeased, "No, no, your craft is very good, is this hair circle looking so familiar?"

"your?"

"I can't use it either. This is my cousin? I gave her the exact same one."

Wen Shaoqing pondered for a while: "Can't you give a better one?"

Zhong Zhen lost money, "I have been sending it for many years. This was not at school at that time, did you have no money? I thought my cousin had lost it for a long time. It seems that my cousin is a person who misses the old and will keep it forever."

Wen Shaoqing's attention remained on the words "reminiscence", Zhong Zhen suddenly flattered, "Boss, are you and my cousin a neighbor?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at him quietly, "Well."

"Do you mind helping your neighbor's brother?"

"How can I help?"

"Can you help me go to my cousin's house to get my USB flash drive, which contains the information I want to use, and it was at my cousin's house last time."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

Zhong Zhen said, "I dare not go. My cousin seems to be in a bad mood lately. A few days ago, she was forced by her aunt to go on a blind date, saying that she was 36 years old and there was a son who scared the other off, my aunt. The person is particularly terrible. The cousin may have been abused by her aunt. In addition to me ... I may have said the wrong thing. She called me and scolded me for a big meal, so I better not appear in front of her. "

Wen Shaoqing urged Zhong Zhen to hit the gun, "Just coax."

"I dare not!" Zhong Zhen shrunk his neck. "My cousin is so hard to coax! Boss, will you help me get it?"

Hard to coax? There was a hint of embarrassment in Wen Shaoqing's eyes that Zhong Zhen didn't dare to go. He couldn't even see Cong Rong's face, let alone go to her house to get things.

He quickly refused, "Don't go."

Zhong Zhen looked puzzled, "Why?"

Wen Shaoqing pretended to educate him: "How can things like the U disk be placed randomly, to teach you a lesson." Then he stood up and left quickly.

Zhong Zhen looked at his back full of doubts, "How does it feel weird ..."

It is almost New Year's Day. At this time, there are drunk drivers on the road. Wen Shaoqing drove home and looked at it suddenly. He parked by the side and entered the roadside supermarket. When he came out again, he seemed to be in a good mood.

It was almost 9 o'clock. Cong Rong was still working overtime with the client to talk to the client. The phone rang non-stop and finally sent the client away before she picked it up.

After listening for a while, I asked with some uncertainty: "Who did you drink?"

"He said his name was Wen Shaoqing."

Cong Rong glanced at the number displayed on the screen of the mobile phone again, and determined that it was not a liar before speaking: "It is impossible, he is a doctor, he rarely drinks alcohol, let alone drink driving."

"He said you were his personal lawyer, and he wouldn't say anything until you came."

Cong Rong sneered, "I'm sorry, I don't know him. Since he wouldn't say anything that doesn't work with you, you should detain him."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and started to sort out the information, but she didn't remember the result of the discussion with the client at the computer. Her mind was full of drunk driving terms.