Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

Huang Yi savored the taste of the tofu soup carefully. He had already figured out the seasonings in it. This bowl of tofu soup was not superior in taste, but in the main ingredient, tofu. Tofu should be more tender and creamy than usual.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Qingfan broke off half of the steamed cake and handed it to Huang Yi and asked.

"Do you like this?" Huang Yi asked rhetorically instead of answering.

Meng Qingfan nodded. In fact, what he likes like Huang Yi is not the taste of this tofu soup but the texture of tofu.

"When we get home, we'll go to the supermarket and buy this tofu. I'll make it for you tomorrow." Huang Yi looked at him and said.

Meng Qingfan was still very confident in Huang Yi's cooking skills, and agreed without the slightest objection, and even looked forward to it.

After breakfast, Meng Qingfan took Huang Yi to check the source of allergens. During this period, calls came in continuously. Although Meng Qingfan answered the phone not far away, his eyes never left Huang Yi.

The results of the examination would not come out until the next day. Meng Qingfan hung up the phone and strode towards Huang Yi, asking, "What did the doctor say?"

"It turned out to be picked up tomorrow... Do you have work to do?" Huang Yi said.

Meng Qingfan nodded helplessly, shaking the phone in his hand which rang again.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Except for the teacher who brought Meng Qingfan, he is the number one person in the lawyer circle, and he is also the No. 1 in the record of never losing a lawsuit.The more famous he is, the more people come to him for work, ranging from disputes over life to disputes between husband and wife.

"Then you go, I'm fine." Huang Yi said thoughtfully.

Meng Qingfan thought for a while, and finally asked: "Do you want to go home or go to the office with me?"

What Meng Qingfan said was completely from Huang Yi's point of view, not to mention that his son was released by him yesterday, and he just got out of the hospital today, so he will stay at home alone, with no one to talk to, let alone Talk about taking care of people.

Huang Yi smiled slightly and asked softly, "Will I bother you?"

"Stupid, of course not." Meng Qingfan smiled and drove Huang Yi away from the hospital.

Meng Qingfan's childhood dream was to be a lawyer. His childhood obsession was like a seed, deeply buried in his heart. It wasn't until he had his current home that the little seed burst out of the ground. It contains huge vitality and quickly grows into a towering tree.

Meng Qingfan's grades are very good, and he was the most outstanding one in the law major when he was in college. After finishing his graduate studies, he did not follow the advice of his advisor to continue his Ph.D. .

Although Meng Huan has retired, Meng Qingfan will still talk to him about the affairs of the office from time to time, and every time he will gain something.

The signboard of the law firm is not conspicuous, and it still looks a bit old-fashioned. Huang Yi thinks that few passers-by passing by this street will pay attention to this signboard.

Huang Yi felt a little shocked when he entered the inside. The space looked very small on the outside, but it was huge on the inside. There were no less than thirty consulting rooms along the way, and then inside was an open office area.

Meng Qingfan took Huang Yi to his office and sat down. Before he could take off his coat, the landline on the table rang like a reminder.

Huang Yi pointed to the sofa and then to the phone, indicating that he should be left alone, as long as he sat on the sofa.

Meng Qingfan nodded and quickly sat down to start working. Huang Yi took a thick book on the coffee table and read it. He sat for more than four hours.

Until 01:30, the man sitting behind the desk didn't raise his head, his brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

Huang Yi sighed helplessly, and walked out lightly. The people he met along the way were all in a hurry, flipping through the documents in his hand while holding the phone, saying Huang Yi listen Unfamiliar legal terms.

Huang Yi took out the 100 yuan in his pocket and went to the nearest fast food restaurant to order a meal, and took note of the road signs and buildings along the way.

As soon as Huang Yi arrived at the door, he saw Meng Qingfan pushed the door and came out in a hurry. After seeing him, he was obviously relieved, and then said apologetically, "I'm hungry, I'm always in the dark when I'm busy, sorry."

Huang Yi shook the lunch box in his hand with a smile, and said, "It's okay, I can't throw it away, let's go back to eat."

"What did you buy?" Meng Qingfan took a look at the bag in his hand, and said with a smile, "You're pretty good at picking, the only fast food restaurant around here is good."

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought one meat and one vegetable, one piece of sour bamboo shoot chicken, one piece of shiitake mushroom and small rapeseed. Is it okay? I don't have enough money to buy other things..." Huang Yi's voice was almost It's too low to hear.

Meng Qingfan laughed happily, her mood was good, and the depression that had been tiring all morning disappeared.

The two returned to the office. Meng Qingfan shook the cup on the table and asked, "Do you want to use my cup or a paper cup?"

"Your." Huang Yi said directly without raising his head as he arranged the food.

Meng Qingfan, who was collecting water, couldn't help feeling better, "I'll try to get off work early at night, and we'll go to the supermarket to buy something you like."

"Well, what do you like to eat?" Huang Yi looked up at the person standing in front of him, and his fair neck drew a graceful arc.

Meng Qingfan dazed for a moment, sat calmly opposite Huang Yi, thought for a while and said, "I'm not picky eaters, but I don't like troublesome foods, like crabs and shrimps, which are difficult to eat."

It's not like he really doesn't like eating, it's just that he's too lazy to move. He goes home exhausted all day, and he has to groan for a long time after eating, and he can't even think about it.

Huang Yi nodded in understanding, put a piece of sour bamboo shoots into his mouth, and within two seconds, his eye sockets were covered with a thick layer of water mist, which must be too sour.

Meng Qingfan, who was sitting opposite, looked at Huang Yi's wrinkled face and laughed, and said, "Xiao Yi, you are so brave, you dare to buy his sour bamboo shoots and chicken nuggets. Those who have tried it once will never dare to buy it a second time.”

With a bitter face, Huang Yi picked up a piece and fed it to Meng Qingfan's lips, looking at him stubbornly, as if he would not stop until he ate.

Meng Qingfan looked at the handsome young man who finally opened his mouth, and suddenly the sour smell rushed from the front teeth to the back alveolar, as if the nasal cavity and eye sockets were filled with sour smell.

Huang Yi looked at Meng Qingfan, whose face was twisted into a ball and covered his face for a long time, and laughed heartily. Meng Qingfan couldn't help but look at him a few more times, as if seeing him so happy for the first time in his memory, his heart sweetened, and his mouth The sour taste in the wine suddenly faded a lot.

The two of them just like this, you feed me a piece and I feed you a piece, the sour bamboo shoots are eaten up, but there are still a lot of chicken nuggets.

After lunch, Meng Qingfan let Huang Yi sleep on the sofa for a while, then sat back and started to deal with work.

Huang Yi moved the stool to Meng Qingfan's side, and said softly, "I won't disturb you, just sit here."

Meng Qingfan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, rubbed Huang Yi's smooth hair, and said softly, "Well, go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Just behind Huang Yi is a large floor-to-ceiling window. The bright sunlight penetrates through the transparent glass and dances in the quiet city, leaving warm traces.

Meng Qingfan's eyebrows are not pure black, but mixed with a little light brown. His eye sockets are deep, and his thick eyelashes are rolled up unhindered by his wide double eyelids. The bridge of his nose is not as straight as An Yi's. But it's extraordinarily beautiful.

Now thinking about it carefully, Huang Yi realized that An Yi and Meng Qingfan had almost no similarities in appearance, and when Meng Qingfan introduced An Yi to him, he said, "He is my father's son." Why did he Why don't you just say this is my brother?

Huang Yi looked at the person beside him in confusion, but was quickly distracted by a small scar on his ear, and looked down on the side of his neck, wondering if there was any under the collar of the snow-white shirt... …

Meng Qingfan suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and his waist was gently encircled. Huang Yi fell asleep leaning on his shoulders in such an awkward position. The young man's fair cheeks were exposed to the sun, and the fine fluff on his face can be clearly seen.

Meng Qingfan turned around slowly and moved the person into her arms, unconsciously brushing Huang Yi's smooth forehead with her lips, a strange feeling came out of her heart.

Meng Qingfan stared deeply at the person in his arms for a long time, until he almost forgot the time before returning to the document on the desktop.