"He, Lawyer He?" Mei Ting looked at the person who appeared at the door in surprise, "Lawyer He, aren't you in the hospital?"
"I was discharged from the hospital this morning. Mei Ting, you will bring the information about the ANAS case to my office later." Yi Chen said as he walked, "Is there any important message in the past few days?"
"Yes." Mei Ting immediately dug out the records and reported some important news, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Lawyer He, a female reporter from "Xiu Se" called several times, saying that she wanted to do an exclusive interview for you, I came here once in person. She said it was your alumni, would you like to call me back?"
Yi Chen's eyes flickered slightly when he heard "Xiu Se", and then he was calm again. "No need, if she calls again next time, she will reject it directly."
"Okay." Mei Ting nodded, she finally felt that lawyer He had returned, and she handled things neatly and never dragged its feet.
When Xiang Heng came back from the procuratorate, he pushed open the door of Yi Chen's office. Seeing that he was buried in the documents, he didn't know what to say.
"I heard Mei Ting say she still doesn't believe it, can you explain what's going on?"
"What's the matter?" Yi Chen looked up at him from the document, his face was still a little pale, but his eyes were clear and dazzling.
"Don't play stupid with me. I remember that you can't be discharged until the day after tomorrow. Why are you here now?"
"I was discharged early."
Xiang Heng touched his head. Although he was a lawyer, he had to admit that talking to a lawyer would be troublesome. If he answered, he didn't answer: "Are you dying? The firm won't fail without you."
"Not necessarily." Yi Chen held the document in his hand, "I remember that you and Lao Yuan are not good at this."
Xiang Heng snorted: "No matter how bad we are, we will never fall at the negotiating table."
"Xiang Heng," Yi Chen leaned back in his chair and looked at his old friend helplessly, "I won't make fun of myself."
"Under normal times, wouldn't you..." Xiang Heng looked at him and asked bluntly, "She went?"
Yi Chen's eyes darkened, and without answering, he asked, "Did you find her?"
Xiang Heng nodded, looked at Yi Chen's face, and sighed: "It seems that I am self-defeating."
"No, I want to thank you." Yi Chen said lightly, "If she hadn't hit me hard, how would I have been completely sober."
"You..." Xiang Heng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry." Yi Chen looked at him with a calm expression, "She and I are completely over. No, it should be said that my wishful thinking is over."
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Yi Chen parked the car and walked into the elevator, still thinking about the details of the negotiation the day after tomorrow. He didn't seem to have come back before ten o'clock these days. There were several cases in hand at the same time, and he was busy every day. Xiang Hengzao gave up persuading him, while Lao Yuan happily calculated how much his income would increase this quarter, and said with a smile that he would prepare the best coffin for him.
In fact, he is not very tired, but he needs this kind of busyness too much.
The elevator dinged, and the twelfth floor arrived. Yi Chen stepped out of the elevator, took out the key and prepared to open the door. All movements froze when they saw the person at the door.
She wore a thin sweater and sat at the door of his house with her knees tucked, her chin resting on her knees, her eyes staring blankly at the ground in front of her.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up. She looked even more haggard and thinner than his patient, her sharp chin, and her increasingly large eyes flashed panic the moment she saw him, as if she was caught in some kind of predicament and had nowhere to go.
No one made a sound, Yi Chen was stagnant for three seconds, and walked past her without seeing.
Open the door smoothly, walk in, and close the door with your backhand.
There was no sound of the door closing, and his sleeve was tightly grasped by a hand.
"Yi Chen." He heard her voice, low and small, as pitiful as the whimper of a small animal, "Do you still want me?"
Does she know what she's talking about? ! Yi Chen could only turn around and stare at her fiercely, as if he had seen a ghost. Her voice was small and soft, but how could he not understand it on such a silent night, he tried to regain a trace of reason and tried to pull back his sleeve, but her hand stubbornly held on.
With the familiar Lapi Jiner, Yi Chen realized that he shamelessly missed it.
"open."
Perhaps his voice was too harsh, and her hands trembled, and then her fingers slowly loosened one by one.
She lowered her head, Yi Chen couldn't see her expression, but the look of her grievance and sadness appeared in her mind at this moment.
Every expression was so clear that he would soften his heart the next moment.
Regardless of her, Yi Chen went straight to the balcony, the cold night wind made him a lot awake. She had always had a knack for messing him up, before and now. Therefore, he needs to be more calm, otherwise he will be defeated.
He walked back to the living room, and she was still standing outside the door timidly. "Come in." The voice has calmed down, "What do you want to drink? I only have beer and pure water here." He remembered that she liked to drink those colorful things.
Mo Sheng shook his head.
Yi Chen didn't ask for it, he sat down on the sofa, completely as if the host was entertaining guests: "You came to me, what's the matter?"