Sweet and crazy! The cold lawyer Song Yingnian married early

Chapter 69 Breaking His Principles

Meng Qingran raised her head and raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to hold Song Shichen's right hand, pretending to be coquettish, and her brows were filled with anticipation.

"Senior brother, it's hard to come here and stay with me for a while."

The man half-closed his eyes and looked stunned. His eyes fell on the hand that was being held and shaking, and he frowned slightly. He didn't like the touch of outsiders, "Let go."

His eyes were tinged with a dark color and complex meaning, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the surrounding aura was like winter frost, and the temperature continued to drop.

An obvious aura error can be detected quickly by people with slow reactions, but only a fool cannot feel it.

With this faint look, Meng Qingran quickly retracted her hand and put it behind her back. Because she hadn't seen him for a long time, her emotions were inevitably out of control and she couldn't suppress her excitement.

Being carried away by the joy of meeting again after a long separation, Song Shichen forgot about his mysophobia. Not only did he suffer from mysophobia, but he also didn't like being touched by others.

How could she even forget this?

Meng Qingran, who wished she could slap her head awake, put on an innocent expression, apologized deeply, and looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, senior brother, I forgot for a moment..."

Song Shichen glanced at the woman who had just reached his chest. He still gave the same answer as before, passed her, turned to the table, leaned over and turned off the computer.

Unable to get the response she expected, Meng Qingran was pampered since she was a child and reluctantly curled her lips. She was the only one who rejected others, and no one else rejected her.

In normal times, her principles are principles. She can only accept but cannot refuse. If she dares to refuse a try, her teeth will burst.

As an exception, Song Shichen broke her principles time and time again, and she was not angry, just because that person was him.

I was used to Song Shichen's usual coldness. He was nothing more than a big ice cube that couldn't be warmed even if I covered it. It would be better to describe it as thousand-year-old ice.

I really wonder if someone will break his principles in the future and become the only exception.

If one person takes a step back, Song Shichen will naturally not compromise, so she can only put down her dignity and take a step back.

Meng Qingran gave a smile of success, raised the corners of her eyes slightly, casually pushed back her hair, and asked a multiple-choice question in a very considerate manner.

"It's okay if you don't go shopping with me. I'll be your female companion at the banquet tomorrow night. I can't refuse this. Just treat it as seeing the world. Don't refuse. Choose one of the two."

Follow Song Shichen wherever he goes, following him like a shadow, never leaving him.

When he sat down, Meng Qingran went to the side and held up her chin, blinking her bright and clear eyes, and looked closely in front of him.

When working on an office chair, jump up on the table and sit next to it. Your slender legs are shaking, and the skirt underneath is also moving. If you move a little bigger, you may be able to see everything.

Song Shichen didn't like being disturbed while working. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. His eyebrows couldn't help but beat upwards, suppressing the impatience in his heart.

He pulled out the chair and stood up. There was a scraping sound on the floor. He coldly dropped two words, "Whatever."

He took off his coat from the clothes rack and walked out with long strides without looking back. The tall figure disappeared from sight.

The people who were lurking in front of the door and eavesdropping immediately dispersed when they heard the noise, pretending to be passing by to collect water, handing over documents, and scratching their heads as if they were confused.

Sure enough, it was as expected.

Song Shichen put his coat on his arm and walked straight out without closing the door, as if he was not in a good mood.

That’s it, I’d really like to thank you for your recommendation.

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, it's quite good to go back to the days of three thousand.

One update.

To others: If you have mysophobia, don’t touch me.

To my wife: Touch me every night, I’m so happy!

(End of chapter)