The right way to break up with a lawyer

[It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. 】

Zhao Ling never knew that he could still travel like this. He stayed in one place and watched the rain fall outside the window, and the two of them just stayed in the room.

Bah, why is it called tired and crooked?

It should be the fulfillment of the contract.

Zhao Ling glanced at Jian Shaojun who was still sleeping, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a contract as a cover.

Just like Chu Qin and Yan Bin, if the military? Brigade career is their common memory, a contract seems to be a tacit understanding between him and Jian Shaojun.

Zhao Ling also couldn't figure out what kind of psychology he was in. At the beginning, he was An Xin, he believed in Jian Shaojun's contract-abiding person.

Moreover, what was written in the contract was not harmful to him, but could avoid the emotional entanglements he least wanted.

But when he thought of that contract later, he felt unwilling, his heart was sour, and he always felt twisted.

But when he realized what he wanted, he somehow felt a touch of sweetness.

There is a contract here, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered by Jian Shaojun, and he can "perform the contract" unscrupulously, what's wrong with it?

The mood is happy, and the body has naturally improved a little bit.Even one day when he secretly ate Malatang with Chu Qin, he didn't feel any discomfort in his stomach. Of course, Jian Shaojun gave him a straight-faced education afterward, but that's another story.

Zhao Ling was a bit bored at the moment, lying on the bed and looking at Jian Shaojun who was sleeping soundly in the afternoon, he stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of his nose, Jian Shaojun seemed to think it was a mosquito, so he just waved his hand.Zhao Ling felt bored, closed his eyes and got into bed, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.So he rolled two times and rolled to Jian Shaojun's side, squinted his eyes and aimed at the tip of Jian Shaojun's nose, then closed his eyes and reached out to pinch it.In the next second, the whole person was turned upside down, and after Zhao Ling regained his composure, Jian Shaojun was already lying on his body, but his eyes were still closed: "There are too many mosquitoes."

"Who is the mosquito?" Zhao Ling felt that this person was really childish, so he pinched the flesh around his waist and tugged, and unexpectedly found that a little flesh could be pulled out. He pondered for a moment, "You are fat."

Jian Shaojun raised his eyebrows, but still didn't open his eyes, just pinched Zhao Ling's waist with his backhand according to the gourd painting, and then Zhao Ling felt that there was more flesh on his waist than Jian Shaojun's.

Zhao Ling turned his eyes guiltily, and touched Jian Shaojun's waist and abdomen again: "I just touched wrongly, there is no shortage of eight-pack abs."

Jian Shaojun was amused, and finally stopped pretending to be asleep: "It's not too much, why don't you give it a try?"

He thought he would try it, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sore back. Zhao Ling sadly found that he always thought he had good physical strength, but it turned out that he and Jian Shaojun had to go to work on weekdays.If he and Jian Shaojun were on holiday every day, Zhao Ling would clutch his waist and move a little bit, even though he knew the taste by heart, he still had to have the stamina to sing and sing every night.

While the two were arguing, Jian Shaojun's cell phone, which hadn't been ringing much this week, rang. Jian Shaojun glanced at it and directly turned the cell phone to silent.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Zhao Ling asked casually.

Jian Shaojun laughed and scolded: "It's not my partner. He hid so many things before, but now he can't bear it anymore and wants to go home to hug his wife and children, and wants me to go back to work."

"But you've been out for so long, okay?" Zhao Ling was a little worried, "I see you have so many forecourts."

"A lawsuit can entrust up to two lawyers." Jian Shaojun stretched his waist, "The authorization has the names of me and Lawyer Xiong, so whoever can appear in court, because his wife was pregnant before, he threw all the work to me. .”

Zhao Ling understood, no wonder he was so busy before.

"Besides, there aren't many courtrooms before and after Chinese New Year, so I can be busy."

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot about it. It's almost New Year's Eve." Zhao Ling rubbed his chin, "I don't even know how the Spring Festival is celebrated in China now."

"Actually, I don't know either." Jian Shaojun raised his head and thought for a while, "Maybe it's posting Spring Festival couplets and watching Spring Festival Gala making dumplings."

"You know how to make dumplings?" Zhao Ling propped his jaw and thought for a while, "I want to eat stuffed with three delicacies."

"Maybe I remember wrong." Jian Shaojun said solemnly, "There is no part of making dumplings during Chinese New Year."

Then Jian Dazhuang covered his head with a quilt that fell from the sky.

"Huh? Is there?" The quilt pressed Jian Shaojun, and Zhao Ling pressed the quilt, not giving Jian Shaojun a chance to breathe, "Huh?"

"There are some."

It was rare for Zhao Ling to completely suppress Jian Shaojun once, and took advantage of the situation: "Then, can Jian Lv know how to make dumplings?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Ling pursed his lips and said with a smile in his voice, "Is there any fresh food?"

"Well... think about it."

Zhao Ling raised his eyebrows, and just about to say a few threats, he felt that his waist was caught, and then he turned around and was pressed onto the bed, and Jian Shaojun finally poked his head out to breathe in the fresh air.

Losers can't lose, Zhao Ling raised his chin and looked arrogant: "I want to eat three delicacies, can Jian Lv do it?"

"Didn't you say to think about it?" Jian Shaojun chuckled, "But Mr. Zhao wants to murder his husband, I think I'd better make these three delicacies dumplings for others to eat."

As soon as the words fell, both of them were stunned. They wanted to swallow their tongues, and they felt that their ears were hallucinating.

The two looked at each other, and Zhao Ling saw his own reflection in Jian Shaojun's dark gray eyes.

"Jian Shaojun..."

After reading out the name, Zhao Ling suddenly choked up, and the following words stopped abruptly.

Jian Shaojun lowered his head and chuckled, and closed his eyes: "I made a slip of the tongue, and I hope Mr. Zhao will forgive me."

"Jian Shaojun, I..." Zhao Ling took a deep breath, "I don't mind."

But Jian Shaojun didn't open his eyes, he wrapped Zhao Ling up with the quilt between them, and then lay back on the bed.

"simple……"

"Hush." ​​Jian Shaojun hugged Zhao Ling who was wrapped in a cocoon, "It's a bit cold, let me hug you."

Outside the window, the rain was getting bigger and bigger, pattering on the tiles and windows, Zhao Ling shrank back, feeling really sleepy.

"Jian Shaojun..."

"Ok?"

Half asleep and half awake, Zhao Ling murmured: "Shaojun..." He turned over, gave Jian Shaojun half of the quilt on his body, and then shrank his whole body into Jian Shaojun's arms, "Cold."

Jian Shaojun smiled silently, and hugged the person in his arms a little tighter.

Then he heard "I don't mind" from his arms.

I know you don't mind...

Jian Shaojun closed his eyes heavily, he pressed Zhao Ling's head into his arms again with the palm of his hand, and felt the breath beating against his collarbone.

I know you don't mind.

In his sleep, Zhao Ling heard a faint sigh.

But this did not affect Zhao Ling's good sleep, the soft bed, the sound of the rain, and the warm embrace. In his sleep, he could even smell the aroma of dumplings stuffed with three delicacies.

There is a tall figure in the bright kitchen, and through the gaps between his waist and arms, he can see the ups and downs of the white and fat dumplings in the pot.

The figure turned his back, but the steam was so hot that Zhao Ling couldn't see the person in front of his eyes, but Zhao Ling knew who the person in front of him was, and in his dream this figure would not have a second name.

When the fog cleared, Zhao Ling could see the face of the person in front of him clearly, and couldn't help laughing out, "Did you make the dumplings, or did the dumplings make you?"

The person in front of him has a piece of flour on the left and a piece of flour on the right. He still has a straight face, but he just looks aggrieved.

"Try it?" Jian Shaojun took a dumpling that was out of the pan before, and stuffed it into Zhao Ling's mouth.

Although they were cooked before, the dumplings were still hot, and Zhao Ling breathed out the heat while eating.

"Cough... how does it taste?"

Zhao Ling couldn't speak because of the heat, but he still provoked Big Brother.

Zhao Ling heard himself in the dream say with a smile: "You are me...cough, of course you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen."

"What is it?" Zhao Ling heard Jian Shaojun asking, and then he heard his own answer——

"Good wife."

Then amidst the laughter, he heard himself begging for mercy again and again, saying: "It's my husband, my husband."

The words and laughter in the dream spread outside the dream, and Zhao Ling vaguely heard a tease: "What did you dream about? Are you laughing again?"

Zhao Ling pursed his lips and asked what he was asking. Didn't he just dream of you and dumplings?

Mainly because of the dumplings of course.

Turning over, Zhao Ling fell asleep again, this time there was no dream, but the rosin lingering in his nostrils never left.

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"I guess you won't be able to make it for dinner, why, are you still sleeping?" Yan Bin put the tray in his hand on the table by the door, which contained a small hot pot and some simple hot pot ingredients.

Jian Shaojun glanced at the bed with a smile, and then closed the door: "Well, I'm sorry, Boss Yan."

"What's the trouble?" Yan Bin took out a pack of cigarettes, turned his head to the side, "Let's talk?"

Jian Shaojun took the cigarette: "Didn't Boss Yan say he quit smoking? Boss Chu agreed with you to smoke?"

"Isn't this borrowing from Brother Jian? Hearing that I came to accompany you, Ah Chu agreed."

Noticing the change of Yan Bin's nickname, Jian Shaojun sighed with a smile, unable to tell whether it was loneliness or envy.

Walking a little further away from the door, Jian Shaojun said, "Have you talked to Boss Chu?"

"I still have to thank you, otherwise we don't know how long we have wasted."

Jian Shaojun claims that he is not a warm-hearted person, let alone kind-hearted. He would never have bothered to deal with such nosy things in the past.But now, I think it's a couple who can help a couple, and a couple who can be a couple.

Just like before, he didn't believe in the existence of love in the world, but now he hopes that if there are more couples in the world, it's okay.

"I just think it's a pity that you missed it." Jian Shaojun lit the cigarette, looked at the extinguished sparks, and sighed with a smile, "But in fact, without us, you wouldn't miss it. How many years of tacit understanding and fate."

"What about you guys?" Yan Bin changed the subject.

Jian Shaojun tilted his head and saw Yan Bin squinting his eyes to size up himself, and then glanced in the direction of the room, thinking that he really had the eyes of a soldier, extremely sharp.

"We..." Jian Shaojun raised the corners of his lips, "We are different from you, we have known each other for less than half a year now."

"So Brother Jane thinks that only the time-tested relationship is the most true?"

"No." Jian Shaojun pursed his lips, "It's just less than half a year, and we can stop the loss in time." In fact, it's only three and a half months, but thinking of other people's time, there is always a kind of unwillingness to lose.

Yan Bin frowned: "Is this your idea or Brother Zhao's idea?" He thought about the past few days, shook his head, "It's yours."

"Boss Yan has sharp eyes."

"Can I ask why?"

Jian Shaojun was silent for a long time before he said: "Boss Yan said that you only opened this homestay three years ago, so if it was three years ago, or even earlier. If the situation is the same as yours now, would you choose to be together?"

will not.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

Yan Bin seemed to understand something, the furrows between his eyebrows almost turned into ridges, and he asked after a long while: "Your profession should not have this requirement, is it because your families disagree?"

"No." Jian Shaojun smiled, "I don't care if my family agrees or not. It's just blood relationship anyway. My family is there."

Yan Bin followed Jian Shaojun's eyes to look at the house, and then looked back at Jian Shaojun's eyes, which were filled with too many emotions.

For a while, Yan Bin couldn't recognize him, but at least Yan Bin could be sure that Jian Shaojun's affection for Zhao Ling was not shallower than Zhao Ling's.

I didn't ask any more questions, because there was no point in asking any more.

What Jian Shaojun said was not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

Although Yan Bin has only known Jian Shaojun for a few days, he always feels that if he thinks that Jian Shaojun is a resolute and even tough person, if he thinks he can't, then there's really nothing he can do.

or—

"Don't try?"

"It's too risky to try."

"Don't pretend that I haven't litigated before. I know that you lawyers like to evaluate risks when evaluating things. If there is a risk, it means that there is also a chance of winning. The greater the risk, the greater the reward."

"There is a chance..." Jian Shaojun lit another cigarette, "It's just that I can't take the risk at all."

Therefore, he didn't even try, because the cost of trial and error was something that Jian Shaojun would not even be willing to gamble on.

Yan Bin got up and knew that he couldn't persuade Jian Shaojun, what's more, he himself was in a helpless situation, so he also knew that persuasion would only increase his sadness.

"The four of us must have a drink before we leave."

"must."

After walking two steps, Yan Bin couldn't help asking again: "But have you ever thought about it, maybe if you miss it, you will miss it for the rest of your life."

Yan Bin didn't hear the answer, but Jian Shaojun's expression made Yan Bin unable to bear to ask any more.

Jian Shaojun did not go back to the room, but sat on the cold stone steps for a long time, the cigarette butt was extinguished, and finally fell to the ground, until the last spark went out, when he was about to get up and go back to the room, the phone vibrated stand up.

Looking at the caller on the phone screen, I remembered the countless missed calls that I had pressed during the day.The corners of his lips curled up, it was really true that he should look forward and not backward, Jian Shaojun never knew that his half-brother treated him like this in his whole life.

After thinking about it, Jian Shaojun still connected the call.

After picking up the phone, Jian Shaojun didn't speak, but after listening to the long speech on the other side, he said slowly——

"I know your situation well. It's just that I won't break my promise. But even if you go to work, you still have annual leave. Let's just treat it as my annual leave for these two weeks."

Jian Shaojun's words were not polite, but he smiled because of his tone, which seemed like a joke between brothers.

It's just that the smile only stayed in the voice, not reaching the corners of the lips, let alone the red eyes.

The author says:

Zhao Ling: I ate dumplings in my dream, what did my partner do outside the dream? ?

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It’s almost time to enter the next plot point- rub your hands——

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I laughed so hard when I saw the comments. Is there a possibility that Taozi is a girl and Mrs. is a boy hahaha, legal lady.

Fixed interpretation repertoire: Taozi's reader group is called Peach Blossom Island, and Taozi is the owner of the island, so he is the owner's wife.Then everyone called Madam Madam like this. At first, it was about five years ago. Madam was not used to it. Later, he responded hahaha.

Sometimes in the group, if there is a picture in the group or bad words about him, he will take the lead and consciously take the seat.

Madam may have discovered that although this title is feminine, there is at least one exclusive title that is not doge;

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