The right way to break up with a lawyer

【Jian Shaojun can ignore it, but Zhao Ling can't. 】

Zhao Ling was very nervous when he saw Mr. Jin, but in fact, Jian Shaojun did not fool him about one thing, that is, Mr. Jin was very busy, so busy that his son greeted him with a simple nod of his head, without any greetings.

He was even more worried about a friend who came with his son. Zhao Ling had just greeted him when he was interrupted by a higher-pitched voice: "Dad! Look who came here."

The old man's attention was attracted by the man pushing forward, Zhao Ling happened to be relaxing, he and Jian Shaojun walked aside and heaved a sigh of relief, God knows why he was so nervous.I want to wipe the cold sweat from my palms, but I am worried that the water stains will get on the fabric.

Zhao Ling, who thought he had escaped, missed the deep, probing eyes of Mr. Jin when he looked at him.

"That man is your brother?" Zhao Ling asked curiously, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't connect the bluffing man in a white suit with a floral shirt and a famous brand with the cold Jian Shaojun.

"His name is Jin Chengye, he is the young master of the Jin family and the next head of the Jin family. If you see him detour, you are a scum." Jian Shaojun said mercilessly, "But if he provokes you, you don't have to put up with him. "

"You should do what you did on TV at this time." Zhao Ling cleared his throat and raised his tone, "Anyone who dares to offend you, please report my name."

"It was originally." Jian Shaojun lightly put Zhao Ling's shoulders, "I invited you, and anyone who dares to bully you will report my name. Except for Jin Chengye who likes to make trouble for me, everyone else here still has to take care of the old man's face. Will not offend me."

"Then I'll take care of Jian Lv." Zhao Ling was grinning, but avoided the call from everyone in the mansion since Jian Shaojun walked into the mansion - "Jian Shao."

Except for the butler, the butler has always called "Master" when he opened the door for them.

Zhao Ling had many questions, but he didn't want to ask them at the moment. The most obvious one was that this was the Jin family mansion, but Jian Shaojun's surname was not Jin.

But Zhao Ling didn't want to ask, anyway, sooner or later he would know, there was no need for Jian Shaojun to uncover his own scars with his own hands.

Jian Shaojun may not care, but Zhao Ling does not.

There were not as many people dining at the dinner party as Zhao Ling thought, Jian Shaojun explained softly in his ear, and the guests were taken to the banquet hall, where all the people sitting here were relatives.They were sitting at a long table, not close to the old man, and Zhao Ling's attention was also attracted by the cold dishes brought up.

Looking at the familiar bone china plate, Zhao Ling suddenly realized that last time Jian Shaojun was really just eating home-cooked food.

Does he sleep with a rich young master?Zhao Ling thought about it and couldn't help shaking his head, not counting.The wealthy young master had to write at least a million-dollar check to himself, and a check to draw all boundaries.How can it be like this master, who has to sign a contract to change from a one-shot deal to a long-term cooperation.

Disturbance is not as good as the temptation of delicious food. One dish after another is delivered to the eyes. Although almost each of them is only one bite, Zhao Ling still eats to his satisfaction.It wasn't until Zhao Ling opened his eyes wide after eating a piece of foie gras that he quickly touched Jian Shaojun under the table with the back of his hand, and whispered: "This is better than the one I ate in France, eat it while it's hot."

Jian Shaojun took a sip, the foie gras was still the same foie gras, and the cook was probably the old man's usual cook.

But as Zhao Ling said, the taste is really good, and the dishes in front of me that I don't know how many times I have eaten are inexplicably making my index finger twitch.

When the cook served the dishes again, Jian Shaojun called him softly and said a few words.

Zhao Ling was obsessed with food and didn't pay attention, but soon Zhao Ling knew what Jian Shaojun said, because the kitchen made another foie gras for him alone.

Coincidentally, when the food was served to him, everyone was eating quietly, even if they spoke occasionally, they were not too loud.So Zhao Ling became the focus of everyone's attention, even the old man couldn't help looking over, and then asked the butler softly: "Is the food not to your taste?"

The butler quickly replied, "It's not that it's not to your liking, but the young master asked the kitchen to make another one for Mr. Zhao."

The old man also became interested. According to his physical condition, he shouldn't eat food like foie gras: "Give me one too."

It's a pity that the old man didn't eat something different, just when the old man was in a waning mood, he saw that the kitchen served a portion of mashed potatoes for Zhao Ling alone.

This time the old man didn't need to ask questions, the butler spontaneously replied: "Young master also ordered it."

"Oh? Give me one too."

The housekeeper was a little surprised: "Isn't the master always feeling heartburn from potatoes?"

"Seeing that he tastes delicious, I suddenly want to try it too."

So according to Jian Shaojun's extra order for Zhao Ling, the old man added another sashimi, a cheesecake, and an ice cream ball.

The butler was dumbfounded, and he decided to ask the doctor to test the master's blood sugar before the ball started.

Of course, there are also people who are different from the housekeeper. The cooks in the kitchen are as motivated as chicken blood. They have worked in the Jin family for so many years. The amount should be sufficient.

Unknowingly, Zhao Ling became the focus of everyone. When Jian Shaojun asked "What else do you want to eat", Zhao Ling refused decisively: "I'm full."

"Are you full?" Jian Shaojun glanced at Zhao Ling with a smile, but did not expose him, "I don't care if I am hungry at night, it is not as convenient as eating supper at home."

He said this in a low voice, but he couldn't help the caring people were listening all the time, and soon Zhao Ling noticed two eyes on him, following his eyes, Zhao Ling saw a familiar face.

It's impossible to be unfamiliar, after all, Zhao Ling just saw Chen Yi on Jian Shaojun's mobile phone a week ago.

Zhao Ling looked away calmly, and said softly, "Are you in debt?"

"No." Jian Shaojun was puzzled, "If I want to borrow money, I must first borrow it from Mr. Zhao."

"It's not money." Zhao Ling picked up a peach blossom to decorate the plate with chopsticks and placed it in front of Jian Shaojun, "This."

After reacting for a few seconds, Jian Shaojun suddenly realized, thinking about the people on the table, Jian Shaojun knew who Zhao Ling was talking about without looking up.

"Mr. Zhao can't be wronged. I really owed such a debt." Hearing the sound of teeth grinding in his ears, Jian Shaojun added, "But I only owed Mr. Zhao to one person."

A smooth-tongued, gentle scum, indeed a wealthy young master, Zhao Ling frantically pasted a small note to Jian Shaojun in his heart.

It's the kind that ten cheesecakes can't coax well.

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"Don't worry about me, I'll just find a place to sit."

Jian Shaojun chuckled, took a glass of champagne and sat beside Zhao Ling: "Do you remember the contract we signed?"

"I forgot Jian Li, and it's impossible for me to forget."

Zhao Ling is right. Even if Zhao Ling has forgotten, Jian Shaojun still remembers: "Article [-], paragraph [-] of the contract, but when necessary, Party A and Party B may ask the other party to cooperate in acting as a couple, and the requesting party shall base the partner's hourly salary on the basis of The resulting performance hours are paid for. How much is the hourly salary of Mr. Zhao, let me see if I can afford it."

Zhao Ling was drinking a glass of noble rot, when he heard that he choked his throat with a sip of wine, so sweet that Zhao Ling almost fainted: "Fake, pretending to be a couple? Your father won't kill me?"

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Jian Shaojun chuckled, "With Jin Chengye to pass on his family, what's the matter with me? And... I'm an adopted son. Doesn't the fact that the adopted son is gay sound particularly reassuring?"

Zhao Ling choked for breath, and held Jian Shaojun's hand behind his back.

Jian Shaojun nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "That's fine, you just need to be more intimate with me. Mr. Zhao should be reluctant to let me be eaten alive by those famous ladies."

Today's Jian Shaojun is very different, with many smiles, every word is filled with a smile, but Zhao Ling can't laugh.

"Jian Shaojun." Hearing the uninterrupted chuckle, Zhao Ling suddenly looked at Jian Shaojun and said, "Now I'm the only one beside you. You don't have to smile when you don't want to."

In just a moment, he finally figured out the problem that had troubled him for a week. Why did he think Jian Shaojun was cold and fierce?Not because of his first stereotype, but because Jian Shaojun never pretended in front of him.

When Jian Shaojun really wanted to laugh, the smile first spread from the bottom of his eyes, and then touched the corners of his mouth.

But when Jian Shaojun faces other people, most of the time he smiles without saying a word and never reaches his eyes.

Jian Shaojun's smile froze slightly, and he leaned his chin on Zhao Ling's shoulder for a long while, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the shadows, but the smile was no longer in his hoarse voice: "Don't recruit me casually, the price will be paid to Mr. Zhao Can not afford."

"What's the price?" Zhao Ling licked his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were full of provocation, "Is it the price of visiting Jian Lu's bedroom?"

The author says:

Zhao Ling: Or to visit the balcony, the study, the restaurant, or is it that Jianlu wants to show me the garden?

Jian Shaojun: I was wrong, I must not laugh casually.

Zhao Ling: Don't you want to listen to the little theater in my mind?

Jian Shaojun: ...

#Why isn't this damn dance over yet? #