You’re My Belated Happiness

When she talked about it at the end, she didn't dare to look at Xu Huaisong, but stared at Liu Mao firmly, like grabbing a life-saving straw. ——As long as he has a certain look, she can run away.

The opposite Xu Huaisong showed indifference. After hearing this, he lowered his head and started some news with his mobile phone.

In Ruan Yu's view, it probably means "you talk, I'm free".

Liu Mao became more confused about the sense of oppression that lingered around him. He was given the right to make decisions without knowing it. He was also lost for a while and said nonsense: "Miss Ruan thinks about it clearly?"

Before Ruan Yu answered, he was interrupted by a mobile phone ringing: "Ah deep and rainy, the world is only in your eyes..."

"..."

Liu Mao coughed, "I'm sorry, you two, answer the phone." After speaking, he turned his head and hurried out.

Even if the others left, they closed the door. Ruan Yu was even more awkward, and he smiled in front of the sofa without embarrassment: "Lawyer Liu has a really good taste."

Xu Huaisong was silent and looked up at her: "Yeah."

Suddenly time became very slow, just like being on a finger pressure pad, it was hard every second. She had no choice but to continue looking for words: "The last time I saw him, it wasn't the ringtone."

He looked up again, and this time gently pushed down his glasses: "Last time?"

Ruan Yu nodded hesitantly, but saw that he seemed to lose interest in exploring soon, stretched out his hand to signal her to sit, then lowered his head and opened the pile of law firm propaganda materials.

"Sit down, please" is usually more silent than sound, and her unsuspecting legs just bowed down like that.

Xu Huaisong pointed to the coffee table, meaning that she could put the file in her arms on it, and then browsed the information on her own without looking at her again.

She was relieved to put down the "hot potato" that seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.

Liu Mao was too late to return, not even an active person, and the negotiation room became unsuitable for negotiation at all.

Ruan Yu's eyes floated around for a while, but he still fell back to the opposite person unconsciously. At this time, she calmed down, and she slowly accepted the fact that she really met Xu Huaisong eight years after graduating from high school.

However, the person in front of him seemed to be Xu Huaisong, and it seemed that he was not.

Except that his facial features are not too different, he has changed quite a bit in other places. The head is a little taller, and the body is stronger. Unlike the thin bamboo poles of the past, the whole body also seems to be coated with a mature spirit that has been filtered and precipitated over the years.

To her, it was familiar and unfamiliar.

But the years are really generous to Xu Huaisong.

You know, ordinary people have polished the Mediterranean and beer belly.

Thinking of this, she took a breath of emotion and sighed. Before she sighed out, she listened to the opponent indifferently: "Miss Ruan has an opinion on me?"

Ruan Yu choked.

Back when she was doing radio gymnastics turning, she sneaked at him again and again, and he looked like a "little deaf and blind", but after a few years as a lawyer, he has become so sharp.

However, does he seem to be in a bad mood?

She hurriedly waved her hand: "Where and where, I dare not dare... I am lamenting my fate." She pointed to the file on the coffee table, indicating that she was worried about the case.

Xu Huaisong looked over with her finger.

She immediately realized the danger, stretched out her hand to cover it a little, and moved the translucent file bag toward her.

Xu Huaisong also turned his eyes back and continued to look through the documents, and then found out from the corner of the light that the thin white hand had moved the document out by one centimeter. Seeing that he did not move, he moved it carefully after a few seconds. Two or three centimeters.

Can the idiom of taking an inch and a ruler be used in this way?

He thought for a while, calculating the time for her to move for the third time, suddenly looked up.

Ruan Yu was obviously taken aback, and stretched into a hot cooked shrimp, and smirked at him: "What's the matter, Lawyer Xu?"

This "Lawyer Xu" made the caller awkward, and the listener was also awkward.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Liu Mao happened to be back at freezing point and apologized to the two of them, saying that something went wrong downstairs.

Ruan Yu ran into the savior, hugged the deadly stack of documents, got up and said, "Lawyer Liu, I have considered it carefully."

Liu Mao expressed regret: "I respect Miss Ruan's decision, but I have encountered many clients who are as hesitant as you, but after they hesitate, they often choose to litigate in the end. You can think about it again."

"The kind you are talking about is the client of the divorce case, right." Xu Huaisong lowered his head, and suddenly said again abruptly.

Liu Mao's expression froze.

Ruan Yu blinked puzzledly. Is the relationship between the two not good? Why is Xu Huai-song dismantling the Taiwanese so ruthlessly? In the impression, he didn't seem to be venomous before.

After all, in her cognition, he is the kind of person who is so cold that he doesn't even bother to move his tongue if it is unnecessary.

She cleared her throat to break the awkward atmosphere, and said to Liu Mao, "Thank you, I will think about it again."

Liu Mao said, "You're welcome," and he glanced at the sun rising outside the window: "It's a hot day, I'll send you back."

Ruan Yu shook his head quickly: "You are busy with you. At this time, I missed the meal when I went back and forth."

"It's okay." He smiled warmly. "Aren't there restaurants near your apartment?"

She reacted and took it out of politeness: "Then I will treat you to a meal. Yesterday you instructed me to notarize a bunch of documents. I blamed you for bothering you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Huaisong stood up on the other end: "Western food?"

Liu Mao was stunned: "There is a Western restaurant there."

"Okay." He picked up the suit jacket on the sofa and opened the door to go out first.

Liu Mao was full of question marks, his memory seemed to be fragmented. Did he and Ruan Yu invite Xu Huaisong together just now?

Ruan Yu also didn't know why: "You have made an appointment to have lunch together?" That's why Xu Huaisong came up automatically?

Liu Mao wanted to shake his head, but he nodded without knowing what hidden feelings, and said, "Yes, or let's make an appointment next time."

Ruan Yu pointed out the door: "But he went down."

Liu Mao said, "It's okay." After going downstairs, he explained to Xu Huaisong that he would not eat with Ruan Yu, and told him to stay in the office and wait for his return.

Xu Huaisong glanced at Ruan Yu behind him, then turned his eyes back: "Is there a bed here?"

Liu Mao was taken aback for a moment. After calculating the time difference, he felt something was wrong, and said, "Are you going to sleep at this time?"

"Well, find a hotel." Added another sentence, "I don't have a driver's license."

The implication is that Liu Mao should be his driver.

"Then send Miss Ruan first?"

"Ok."

The three of them arrived at the parking lot one after another. Liu Mao's Land Rover seemed to have just been waxed, bright and shiny.

He opened the door of the co-pilot for Ruan Yu, but she paused.

In her eyes, the position of the passenger seat is extraordinary. Generally speaking, when she writes a novel, she will attribute whether the heroine is willing to sit in the co-pilot seat of the heroine because she is interested in him.

The front passenger seat represents a kind of possession and ownership.

She wasn't sure if Liu Mao was intentional or unintentional. To avoid causing him unnecessary expectations, she stepped back and walked away, and followed Xu Huaisong and said, "Lawyer Xu, please?"

Xu Huaisong glanced at her, and then at Liu Mao who was a little stiff. His lips curled, and his lips were like: Thank you, Lawyer Liu. Then he quickly recovered his cold face and got into the passenger seat.

Ruan Yu had turned his head and walked towards the back seat, but did not notice his little movement.

Liu Mao's apple muscle twitched from God's perspective.

As the car slowly left the parking lot, Ruan Yu hesitated and said, "Lawyer Liu, I don't want to go back to the apartment. Can I go to a friend's house?"

As soon as these words came out, the two in the front seat seemed to choke together. She thought her request was too much, and explained quickly: "Don't waste your time, it's closer there."

Liu Mao quickly smiled and said, "No problem, send me the address on WeChat."

Ruan Yu posted the positioning.

On the next road, the three people in the car were silent, only the gentle female voice in the navigation sounded from time to time: "After driving six hundred meters, turn left and enter..."

When the road met a red light, Liu Mao held the steering wheel's hand loosely, and glanced at Xu Huaisong on his right.

Xu Huai-song noticed it, and looked back at him, then lifted his chin slightly.

Liu Mao looked over again, frowning, and then saw Xu Huaisong stretch out his fists with a very small width that is not visible to the people in the back seat.

He took a breath and saw from the rearview mirror that Ruan Yu's eyes fell out of the window without looking at them, so he compared his mouth: rock, scissors, and cloth.

When the cloth word fell, he pulled out the scissors, and Xu Huaisong kept his fist.

He conceded, coughed, and glanced at the rearview mirror: "You may take the liberty to ask, which friend's house is Miss Ruan going to?"

Xu Huaisong glanced at him. ——The question is straightforward.

He looked back at him. ——How else would you ask?

Ruan Yu didn't notice the previous "game" between the two, and he turned his head when he heard the words.

Xu Huaisong straightened his back immediately, and the temperature of his side face dropped below zero.

Liu Mao was surprised. What is going on with this person today? What kind of stern pretense?

Before he could understand, Ruan Yu's voice sounded: "Do you know Mingying? I asked her friend to contact Zhikun."

"Oh," he nodded back, "I know, it's Miss Shen."

After Liu Mao finished speaking, he took another look at Xu Huaisong, who seemed to be "hanging up on top of himself". ——Okay, the question comes out, female friend.

But Xu Huaisong didn't make eye contact with him this time. He tilted his head to look at the road scene outside the car window, his eyes gloomy.

Shen Mingying. He even remembered this person.

That was Ruan Yu's best girlfriend in high school. For so many years, he thought he had passed, but in the end, he didn't even forget the name of a friend of hers.

No one spoke in the car until Ruan Yu got out of the car.

She opened the car door to thank the two of them, went to Shen Mingying's apartment, and hurriedly rang the doorbell.

Shen Mingying thought that something had happened to her, and said in surprise: "What's the matter, the case was not settled?"

Ruan Yu pretended that the clouds and winds were completely collapsed all the way, crying sadly and said: "Ming Ying, do you know who I met?"

"Liu Mao, did he confess to you?"

Ruan Yu stepped forward and grabbed her sleeves, wanting to cry without tears: "It's Xu Huaisong... I met Xu Huaisong in three dimensions!"

Downstairs of the apartment, Liu Mao restarted the car, and after slowly driving out of the road, he stepped on the brakes.

When he stopped, Xu Huaisong knew he couldn't hold it anymore.

Sure enough, the next second, he turned his head and asked: "You asked someone to call me on the call just now, and you deliberately distracted me?"

Xu Huaisong laughed: "How can you be a lawyer with such a long reflex arc?"

Liu Mao choked, his lungs twitched, and he was surprised for a long time. He asked, "Ex-girlfriend?"

Xu Huaisong seemed to be stunned when he heard this name, and filtered the words "ex-girlfriend" twice in his mind, and turned his head to look at the boulevard outside the window, his gaze falling to a red telephone booth at the end.

After a while, he smiled, shamelessly and appetizing the audience, and said slowly: "How to say..."

The author has something to say: Xu·Pretend to be a criminal·Huai·Huai·Scheming man·Song: How to say, rounding is almost right...Today, Director Gu continues to give out red envelopes to all the friends who leave comments. Worry about me, there is a way to catch her back in my stomach.

Director Gu: Friends, are you surprised or surprised? Editor Shen said that the high-cold model is outdated, do you think I will really write an iceberg character? No, I take care of it as a fashionable person.