My Little Happiness

Wen Shaoqing raised an eyebrow. "It seems that I haven't seen you much in the past few days."

Cong Rong answered without changing his face: "Ah ... I'm too busy recently, so I slept in the law firm."

Wen Shaoqing stared at her, "It's so dark, what are you doing with a mask?"

Cong Rong clutched half of his face and answered vaguely: "Toothache."

Wen Shaoqing glanced at the lunch box in her hand, "Have you eaten?"

Cong Rong raised the lunch box and showed him, "Drink porridge."

Wen Shaoqing stared at her half-swollen face, "Does it hurt badly?"

Cong Rong nodded his head.

Wen Shaoqing noticed that her face was wrong, "Have a fever?"

Cong Rong continued to nod.

Wen Shaoqing put down the garbage bag and approached, "I took off my mask and I will show you."

Cong Rong shook his head immediately, "No, I saw the doctor, and I pulled it out in two days."

She didn't want him to see her swollen face.

Wen Shaoqing did not reluctantly, and instead asked: "I have made a meal, do I want to come over and have some food?"

As soon as the door opened, Cong Rong smelled the smell of the food. To be honest, she really missed Wen Shaoqing's cooking. She sniffed her nose, comforting herself — I am a patient, just go for it once, then nodded at Wen Shaoqing.

Wen Shaoqing smiled and carried the garbage bag into the house again.

This is Cong Rong's first step into Wen Shaoqing's house. It seems that the decoration is intentional, clean and simple, stylish and not exaggerated, clean and tidy.

The units on the same floor are basically the same, but I do n’t know if they have a different layout. Wen Shaoqing looks much larger than her family here, giving a feeling of pressureless and soothing.

She glanced a few times, and Wen Shaoqing asked her to come over for dinner.

Wen Shaoqing looked at half of her face covered by the mask, "Take off the mask."

Cong Rong hesitated a moment before taking off his mask in a frivolous manner, and looked down unconsciously to straighten his hair, trying to cover up his half-swollen face.

The next second, his fingers stretched out, gently lifted her chin, turned to the left, and gently touched the swollen position, and quickly withdrew his hand. "

His fingertips were cool, his beautiful fingers were slender and powerful, and he touched her face without permission. This unreasonable action was so strong that he could not refuse, and he was gentle and polite. She seemed to be able to smell the smell of his fingertips, with the breath of him.

Cong Rong watched that hand re-hold the chopsticks, and then glanced at his face as if nothing had happened, question marks kept rising in his heart.

Should he just be an occupational disease attack? He will do the same for someone else? Don't think about it yourself. Also, you do n’t look too ugly?

Thinking of this, Cong Rong absently picked up the chopsticks, and he couldn't take his hand at the dish in front of him.

In fact, she couldn't eat the dishes cooked by Wen Shaoqing. She had a terrible toothache. When she dragged her right half of her face, she felt a pain in her heart. She was dumb even with a throat, and she didn't feel like eating.

Wen Shaoqing also noticed that after eating a few bites, he put down his chopsticks. "I'll steam you an egg custard."

Cong Rong was a little embarrassed, "No need, don't bother."

Although the time to know is not short, it is not familiar.

Wen Shaoqing has got up, "Sweet or salty?"

"Salty." Cong Rong's head was groggy, and he answered subconsciously and asked again, "Are you going to fight North and South?"

Wen Shaoqing looked at someone confused and entered the kitchen with a smile.

Cong Rong looked at the figure in the kitchen and slowly reacted. She was a lawyer, and she fell into the trap of a professional butcher!

In a certain negotiation technique, when facing the parties, don't ask open-ended questions about what to eat, but ask closed-ended questions about whether to eat, sweet or salty, to entice the other party to express her true thoughts.

At the moment Cong Rong feels that he is really shameful! But after Wen Shaoqing succeeded, he didn't have any performance. It was simply a big tail wolf who played a pig and ate a tiger!

Cong Rong abdominal slandering for a long time, probably did not control the expression on his face, so Yi Yi kept staring at her on the ground, probably scared, even the natural smile was gone.

Cong Rong glared fiercely at him, lowering his voice and shouting at it: "You shouldn't be a dog! You are embarrassed! With your master is embarrassed!"

Let Yi Yi suddenly stand up, Cong Rong was startled, she was afraid of dogs, just now angrily defeated fear, and now the other party has a tendency to counterattack, she was a little scared.

Unexpectedly, Yi Yi turned around and slipped into the kitchen and squatted at Wen Shaoqing's feet, let Wen Shaoqing not go out.

"What are you doing here? Go out and play in the living room."

Leave it for a while. Wen Shaoqing walked a few steps to wash his hands, letting Yirang also move a few steps, and stuck tightly to his feet.

Wen Shaoqing wondered, what happened to this stupid dog? Should n’t Cong Rong be afraid of it? How did it turn around today?

Wen Shaoqing moved quickly, and in a few moments came out with a bowl of egg custard.

Sprinkled with green onion, sprinkled with soy sauce, tender and smooth, Cong Rong looked at the egg custard in front of him, and then looked up at Wen Shaoqing, thanking him sincerely: "Thank you."

Under the light, his side face was handsome and tender, and when she heard her thank you, Wen Shaoqing smiled with her lips, "Hurry and eat."

The rest of the time was very quiet. Wen Shaoqing watched her almost finished and asked, "Which hospital did you see? I will see if there are acquaintances looking after you."

"X Affiliated Hospital." Cong Rong said no one spoke for a long time. She looked up and said, "What's wrong?"

Wen Shaoqing replied quietly: "I'm in that hospital."

"... Isn't that a coincidence?" Cong Rong drank, "I don't know which hospital you are in."

"I don't know which law firm you are in," Wen Shaoqing looked at her deeply. "It seems that we need to get a deeper understanding of the other party."

Cong Rong took out a business card from his bag very officially and handed it over, "If you have any legal questions, please contact me."

Wen Shaoqing heard this, whether it was intentionally or unintentionally, he also came to the sentence: "Now I know which hospital I am in. You can call me if you are sick."

Cong Rong frowned and looked at him. On other people's sites, his mouth was short, and the phrase "you are sick" by Cong Rong's mouth couldn't be said.

Wen Shaoqing didn't give her any chance to fight back. She quickly packed her chopsticks into the kitchen, brought out a glass of water, and smelled fragrant.

Cong Rong asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Passion fruit." Wen Shaoqing touched the wall of the cup, tried the temperature, and put two spoons of honey. "Have you ever eaten it?"

Cong Rong narrowed his eyes before answering: "This fruit has lost its original taste after being refrigerated for so long, it is better not to eat."

Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, "The mouth is pretty sloppy. Passion fruit flesh, with red dates, brewed in boiling water, cough and phlegm, anti-inflammatory and analgesic."

Cong Rong recently tried a lot of home remedies for toothache, but nothing worked. Hearing snorts here, "Actually, it doesn't help?"

Wen Shaoqing was questioned and was not annoyed. Instead, he nodded and agreed, "Well, it's just a little psychological effect after dessert."

Cong Rong was discouraged by his soft tricks. After drinking most of the glass of water, she noticed that Yi Yi had been staring at her, and her eyes were not friendly, so she asked, "Did I use its glass?"

Wen Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, coughed a little, "No."

Cong Rong looked innocent, "Why does it keep staring at me?"

Wen Shaoqing glanced at the clock on the wall, "Probably you have delayed him from going out to play."

Cong Rong immediately stood up, "Then take him out to play, I'll go first." Then he went home with the bag.

Cong Rong left in a panicked forefoot and ran to the door excitedly, waiting for Wen Shaoqing to take it out to play.

Wen Shaoqing sat on the sofa and didn't move. He froze and said, "I'm not going to play today."

Let Yibing scream twice, seeming to ask why.

Wen Shaoqing looked at him, "In the future, she will not be allowed to rush her."

Let Yirang yell again, then he slumped his ears down on the floor at the door and bored his tail boringly.

Wen Shaoqing looked at a corner of the table, his eyes sinking. The business card that I put there just disappeared, probably was taken away by someone who fled the land. I wonder if she was intentional or unintentional, so afraid of him?

That night Cong Rong dreamed a lot of dreams.

Young in the dream, she took Zhong Zhen to fight in the game, turned around and saw Wen Shaoqing sitting opposite her, Lin Chen led Wen Shaoqing to introduce to her, this is my good brother for many years. Wen Shaoqing greeted her with a smile and said, Cong Rong, I have seen you.

Then it was a hot afternoon. She was sitting in the old library with a sheet of paper in front of her. The paper neatly listed the terms and conditions. All the terms finally came to a conclusion. .

She likes Wen Shaoqing.

This is a habit that she has always kept studying law in recent years. She draws conclusions from the evidence, with clear ideas and rigorous logic.

After writing that conclusion, the courageous woman raised her hand and shredded the offer on the right, got up and threw it into the trash can, and then returned to the country without looking back.

That was the offer she received a few days ago. The law firm she had long admired, but after receiving the offer, her first reaction turned out to be that if she agreed, she would never see Wen Shaoqing again, at that time. She knew it was bad.

Later, the scene became that she was standing in front of her door and was going to open the door. When she heard someone calling her, she turned around and suddenly jumped from behind Wen Shaoqing to pounce on her. She suddenly awakened.

Cong Rong sat up and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and touched his forehead by the way. Fortunately, he had a fever. She held her quilt to calm her breath, and then got out of bed to find a book in the study. When I found it, I turned a few pages and took out the yellowed paper from the inside, with a few words clearly written at the bottom.

Cong Rong likes Wen Shaoqing.

When she returned to China, she was n’t sure she would meet Wen Shaoqing again. She did n’t know whether Wen Shaoqing would return to China, or whether he would choose to settle in this city after returning to China. He was.

When she first returned to China in the early spring of this year, she occasionally thought about what it would be like to meet again. After a long summer and a short fall, she gradually became bearish. She didn't expect to meet her when she first entered the winter.

She didn't know why she dreamed about the past again, and it had clearly passed for so long. She hasn't dreamt for so long after returning to China. Why did she dream of meeting Wen Shaoqing again? Is it because this conclusion is still true?

Early in the morning, the poor household Cong Rong quickly got up and left the house.