Sweet and crazy! The cold lawyer Song Yingnian married early

Chapter 40 My deskmate is jealous

Song Shichen couldn't help but laugh a few times, and a flash of understanding flashed through his heart. He hadn't heard much of the various rumors outside and had no time to care about them.

He didn't understand why Shen Wanyi could believe it so easily. Where was his usually smart energy? He was both angry and funny.

The tight brows relaxed a little, and his eyes as dark as obsidian were tainted with a bit of joking, and he said casually: "You are so concerned about whether I have a girlfriend. Are my classmates jealous?"

"No way..." Shen Wanyi raised her groggy head and immediately denied it. Why are you jealous? It's a really weird question.

The girl's body was swaying, and her mind was not clear, and inexplicable heat surged out of her heart. She gradually became restless, her body moved around, and suddenly her direction tilted, and her whole body fell directly to the other side.

A pair of strong hands pulled Shen Wanyi firmly back to her seat in time. Song Shichen stared at her closely, as if he was frightened by what he had just done, and was fearful of the next unexpected move.

After he calmed down, he let go of his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, "I've seen so many stupid people that I've never seen someone throw themselves to the ground. Shen Wanyi, you're a pig."

"Don't scold me secretly..." Shen Wanyi glared at Song Shichen fiercely, her cheeks bulging with anger. She obviously had no momentum, but she had to pretend to be fierce. It was so cute.

Song Shichen held back his laughter and stretched out his hand to pinch her red cheeks. The soft touch made him love her so much that he couldn't put it down. He squeezed it twice and the smile in the corners of his eyes deepened.

"Hey... we haven't let anyone talk about it yet."

"Go back?"

He took out his mobile phone from the drawer, glanced at the time, and his eyes fell on Shen Wanyi, asking her interestingly.

The movie on the screen was not over yet. Everyone seemed to be immersed in the atmosphere and did not notice the situation. The screen turned to the classic scene between Stephen Chow and Cecilia Cheung.

"If you don't work, you support me."

"I'll take care of you."

The screen freezes on the scene of Yi Tianqiu and Liu Piaopiao looking at each other. There is not a word of love in the play, but it is expressed vividly at that moment.

Shen Wanyi shook his head, looked at the screen intently, and replied dully, "If you don't reply, it's not over yet..." He glanced around.

Tsk, you really don’t forget to be a good girl even when you’re drunk. You can’t leave the venue early for fear of breaking the rules.

After giving her a deep look, Song Shichen stood up from his seat, opened the back door a crack, and quietly went out.

Outside the wide and silent corridor, the young man leaned against the railing, pinched the fruit candies he had brought out with his fingers, and smiled slightly at the corners of his eyes. After a while, he took out his cell phone and sent a message, then slowly left towards the exit.

There was gradually no sound. Shen Wanyi turned around in surprise and found that the person on the seat next to her had disappeared. She blinked blankly.

If there wasn't a torn candy wrapper on the table, all this would have seemed like an unreal dream.

At the end of the feast, Zhao Qiuyi came back from the back door at the last moment, and the first thing he said when he came was, "Why did you get the wrong wine?"

The two hurriedly walked back to the dormitory. After returning, Shen Wanyi was fed honey water and fell asleep in a daze, sleeping until after six o'clock.

There was no headache after waking up from alcohol, and intermittent memories appeared in my mind. I only remembered that at the banquet, I got the wrong wine, got drunk, and seemed to see Song Shichen.

Yes! It’s finally over, so hard to write!

I've been really busy lately. I have to make up classes on Sundays and have a lot of homework. I really want to stop updating, but it's almost the end of the month and I can't bear to do it. I insist on persisting for a few more days. I really want to ask for leave, but I don't have enough points to redeem it, so I'm withering.

Good night.

(End of chapter)