Wen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, "I don't seem to see you much these days."
Cong Rong replied without changing his face: "Ah... I've been too busy recently, so I fell asleep at the law firm."
Wen Shaoqing stared at her, "It's so dark, why are you wearing a mask?"
Cong Rong covered half of his face, and replied vaguely: "Toothache."
Wen Shaoqing glanced at the lunch box in her hand, "Have you eaten yet?"
Cong Rong showed him the lunch box, "Drink porridge."
Wen Shaoqing stared at half of her swollen face, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Cong Rong nodded slightly.
Wen Shaoqing noticed that her expression was wrong, "Fever?"
Cong Rong continued to nod.
Wen Shaoqing put down the garbage bag and approached, "Take off the mask, let me show you."
Cong Rong shook his head immediately, "No need, I have seen a doctor, and I will have it pulled out in two days."
She didn't want him to see her swollen face.
Wen Shaoqing didn't force it, and asked instead: "I cooked, do you want to come over and have something together?"
As soon as the door was opened, Cong Rong could smell the aroma of food. To be honest, she really missed Wen Shaoqing's cooking skills. She sniffed and comforted herself - I'm a patient, so let's just do it casually, and then nodded to Wen Shaoqing.
Wen Shaoqing smiled, and entered the house again with a garbage bag.
This is Cong Rong's first time stepping into Wen Shaoqing's house. It seems that the decoration has been done with care. It is refreshing and simple, stylish but not exaggerated. It is clean and tidy. He is indeed a doctor, probably because of his obsession with cleanliness.
The apartment types on the same floor are basically the same, but I don't know if it is a different layout. Wen Shaoqing's place looks much larger than her home, giving people a stress-free and soothing feeling.
After a quick glance, 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 for a moment before taking off the mask slowly, then lowered his head and straightened his hair as if unintentionally, in an attempt to cover half of his swollen face.
In the next second, he stretched out his fingers, lifted her chin slightly, turned to the left, touched the swollen place lightly, and quickly withdrew his hand, "It's not a big problem, let's eat first. "
His fingertips were slightly cool, and his beautiful fingers were slender and strong. He touched her face without permission. He made this unreasonable action so forcefully that he couldn't refuse it, and he was polite and restrained like a gentleman. She seemed to be able to smell the smell of his fingertips, carrying his breath.
Cong Rong looked at the hand holding the chopsticks again, and then glanced at his face as if nothing had happened, with question marks constantly popping up in his heart.
He should just have an occupational disease attack, right? Would he do the same with someone else? Don't think too much about yourself. Also, he doesn't look too ugly, does he
Thinking of this, Cong Rong absently picked up his chopsticks, unable to do anything with the dish in front of him.
In fact, she couldn't eat Wen Shaoqing's cooking at all. She had a terrible toothache, and the right half of her face hurt when she pulled it hard. She even lost her voice, and she was in no mood to eat.
Wen Shaoqing also noticed it, and put down the chopsticks after taking a few mouthfuls, "Let me steam an egg custard for you."
Cong Rong was a little embarrassed, "No, don't bother."
Although we have known each other for a long time, we are not familiar with each other.
Wen Shaoqing had already got up, "Sweet or salty?"
"Salty." Cong Rong was dazed, subconsciously answered and asked again, "Do you want a war between the North and the South?"
Wen Shaoqing looked at someone in a daze, and walked into the kitchen with a smile.
Cong Rong watched the figure in the kitchen and slowly realized that she was a lawyer, but she fell into the trap of a professional butcher!
One of the negotiating skills, when facing the client, don’t ask open-ended questions about what to eat, but ask closed-ended questions about whether to eat, whether to eat sweet or salty, and lure the other party to express her true inner thoughts.
At this moment, Cong Rong felt that he was really ashamed! However, after Wen Shaoqing succeeded, he didn't show anything. He was just a wolf with a big tail pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!
Cong Rong slandered for a long time, probably because he didn't control the expression on his face well, Rang Yirang lay on the ground and stared at her all the time, probably frightened, even his natural smile disappeared.
Cong Rong glared at it viciously, and shouted at it in a low voice: "You shouldn't be a dog! You are embarrassing! Being with your master is embarrassing!"
Let Yirang stand up suddenly, Cong Rong was startled, she was afraid of dogs, but just now a moment of anger overcame her fear, now that the other party had a faint tendency to fight back, she was a little scared.
Unexpectedly, he turned around and ran into the kitchen, squatting at Wen Shaoqing's feet, no matter how hard Wen Shaoqing tried to drive him out.
"What are you doing here? Get out, go play in the living room."
Leave it alone. Wen Shaoqing took a few steps to wash his hands, and Rang Yirang followed suit, sticking tightly to his feet.
Wen Shaoqing wondered, what happened to this silly dog? Shouldn't Cong Rong be afraid of it? How did it turn around today
Wen Shaoqing moved quickly, and came out with a bowl of egg custard in a short while.
Sprinkled with chopped green onion and poured soy sauce, it was tender and smooth. Cong Rong looked at the egg custard in front of him, then looked up at Wen Shaoqing, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you."
Under the light, his side face was handsome and tender. Hearing her thank you, Wen Shaoqing pursed his lips and smiled, "Eat quickly."
The rest of the time was very quiet. Wen Shaoqing watched her almost finished eating before asking: "Which hospital did you see it? Let me see if there is any acquaintance who takes care of you."
"The Affiliated Hospital of X University." After Cong Rong finished speaking, 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 took a sip of water, "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 to know each other better."
Cong Rong took out a business card from his bag in an extremely official manner and handed it over, "If you have any legal issues, you can contact me."
When Wen Shaoqing heard this, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and said: "Now I know which hospital I am in, and you can find me if you are sick."
Cong Rong frowned slightly and looked at him. In other people's territory, he was short-mouthed and cannibalized. Cong Rong couldn't say the phrase "you are sick" on his mouth.
Wen Shaoqing didn't give her any chance to fight back, and quickly packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen, and brought out a glass of water, which smelled fragrant.
Cong Rong asked curiously: "What is this?"
"Passion fruit." Wen Shaoqing touched the side of the cup, tested the temperature, and put in two spoonfuls of honey, "Have you ever eaten it?"
Cong Rong squinted his eyes and took a sip before answering: "This kind of fruit must have lost its original taste after being refrigerated for so long, it's better not to eat it."
Wen Shaoqing glanced at her, "The mouth is quite tricky. Passion fruit pulp, paired with red dates, brewed in boiling water, relieves cough and phlegm, reduces inflammation and relieves pain."
Cong Rong has tried a lot of folk remedies for toothache recently, but none of them worked. He sneered when he heard this, "It doesn't really work, does it?"
Wen Shaoqing was not annoyed when he was questioned, but nodded in agreement, "Well, it's just desserts with some psychological effects."
His limp moves discouraged Cong Rong. After drinking most of the glass of water, she noticed that Jean Yirang was staring at her with unfriendly eyes, so she asked, "Did I use his glass?"
Wen Shaoqing couldn't help laughing, coughed lightly, "No."
Cong Rong looked innocent, "Then why does it keep staring at me?"
Wen Shaoqing glanced at the clock on the wall, "Probably you delayed him going out to play."
Cong Rong immediately stood up, "Then you take him out to play, I'll go first." After speaking, he took his bag and went home.
Cong Rong left in a panic, and then ran to the door excitedly, waiting for Wen Shaoqing to take it out to play.
Wen Shaoqing sat on the sofa without moving, with a cold face, "I won't go out to play today."
Rang Yi barked twice, as if asking why.
Wen Shaoqing looked at him, "Don't chase her away when she is here."
Rang Yirang barked twice more, then lay down listlessly on the ground by the door with his ears drooping, wiping his tail boredly.
Wen Shaoqing looked at a certain corner of the table, his eyes darkened. The business card that was put there just now disappeared, probably taken away by someone who fled. I don't know if she did it on purpose or not. Is she just so afraid of him
Cong Rong had a lot of dreams that night in a daze.
In the dream, when she was young, she took Zhong Zhen to fight in the game. When she turned her head and saw Wen Shaoqing sitting opposite her, Lin Chen took Wen Shaoqing and introduced to her. This is my good brother for many years. Wen Shaoqing greeted her with a smile and said, Cong Rong, I've seen you.
Then one hot afternoon, she was sitting in the ancient library, with a piece of paper in front of her, on which were neatly listed the terms and conditions, and all the terms finally led to a conclusion, which was reasonable, well-founded and restrained. .
She likes Wen Shaoqing.
This is the habit she has kept in studying law over the years. She draws conclusions from evidence, with clear thinking and rigorous logic.
After writing that conclusion, the courageous woman raised her hand and tore up the offer on the right, got up and threw it into the trash can, and then returned to the country without hesitation.
That was the offer she received a few days ago, the law firm she had admired for a long time, but after receiving the offer, her first reaction was, if she agreed, would she never see Wen Shaoqing again? She knew something was wrong.
Later, the scene changed to that she was standing in front of her house and was about to open the door. When she heard someone calling her, she turned around and suddenly jumped out from behind Wen Shaoqing and rushed towards her. She woke up suddenly.
Cong Rong sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and touched his forehead by the way. Fortunately, the fever subsided. She hugged the quilt to calm her breath, then got out of bed and went to the study to find a book. After finding it, I turned a few pages, and took out the yellowed paper, with a few words clearly written on the bottom.
Cong Rong likes Wen Shaoqing.
When she returned to China, she was not sure that she would meet Wen Shaoqing again. She didn't know whether Wen Shaoqing would return to China, or whether he would choose this city to settle down after returning to China. She just knew that if she didn't come back, she would probably never see her again. him.
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 autumn, she gradually became less optimistic. She never expected to meet her in the beginning of winter.
She didn't know why she dreamed about the previous things again, obviously it had been so long. She hasn't dreamed of it for so long after returning to China. Why did she only dream of it after meeting Wen Shaoqing again? Is it because this conclusion still holds true
Cong Rong, a household with difficulty getting up early at dawn, rarely got up quickly and left the house.