The right way to break up with a lawyer

[I take it as a compliment. 】

"Jian Shaojun? Why are you here?" Zhao Ling was a little confused, and opened the door sideways to let Jian Shaojun in.

Jian Shaojun didn't move, but seemed relieved, glanced at the red mark on Zhao Ling's face and said coldly: "I thought Secretary Zhao would at least turn on the ringer of his mobile phone during off-duty hours."

Zhao Ling choked, because Jian Shaojun's sarcastic words woke up a little bit.

The cold wind outside the door made his stomach, which was still warm just now, cramp because of the temperature difference. He raised his hand to cover his stomach and rubbed it: "Sorry, did you call me? I have a meeting before I get off work, maybe I forgot to call it back."

Jian Shaojun's cold eyes fell on Zhao Ling's hand, he didn't say anything more, just followed Zhao Ling into the room.Zhao Ling quickly went back to the bedroom, and found the mobile phone that he had thrown off the bed from the carpet in the bedroom. When he opened it, he found six missed calls, five from Jian Shaojun and one from Yin Cangyun.

Then I saw that the phone was indeed turned to silent.

Zhao Ling hurriedly called the boss back, and heard Yin Cangyun say on the other end: "There is a contract, lawyer Jian needs to interview and verify with you, I gave him your home address, you should prepare and he should be here soon."

Rubbing his slightly swollen temples, Zhao Ling was about to ask which contract it was, but swallowed the words again. He suddenly realized that Jian Shaojun must have lied, a harmless lie that could get him his address.

Back in the living room, Zhao Ling looked at the stern-looking man on the sofa with mixed feelings in his heart.Living alone for a long time, Zhao Ling is used to being alone, it is not used to being remembered like this for the first time, but his eyes are unavoidably a little sour.

"Cough." Zhao Ling cleared his throat pretentiously, "Sorry, I made you worry."

Jian Shaojun raised his eyebrows: "I'm just worried that my party B wants to break the contract, so let's take a look."

"I came back to collect my clothes." Zhao Ling blurted out, and after he finished speaking, he felt the heat rushing up his neck, as if he really wanted to move to live with Jian Shaojun.

Jian Shaojun couldn't help chuckling, until the frost on his face melted slightly, and Zhao Ling also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know what he was nervous about: "Would you like a drink? I have beer here , red wine, whiskey..."

Before Zhao Ling finished his introduction, Jian Shaojun interrupted him: "Where did your stomach offend you, is it worth your trouble?"

He knew he had an upset stomach...

This realization made Zhao Ling uncomfortable, like a cat being forced down to reveal its soft belly, Zhao Ling instinctively wanted to resist, but succumbed to such concern, opened his mouth for a while He didn't say anything, leaving only a slightly panicked back and a sentence - "I'll get you a hot carton of milk."

Jian Shaojun didn't notice Zhao Ling's words, and he didn't realize the importance of quantifiers to human beings until half a minute later.

Looking at the exploded milk carton and the wide-open microwave oven in front of him, Jian Shaojun twitched the corner of his mouth: "You put the whole carton in? You didn't open your mouth?"

Zhao Ling touched his nose guiltily: "Forgot..."

Jian Shaojun took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence after a while: "I will add a sentence to the contract now - the right to use the house does not include the kitchen, is there still time?"

"Actually..." Zhao Ling laughed dryly, looking at the mess in front of him, his tone was involuntarily weak, "I cook delicious food, why don't you try it?" At the end he emphasized again, "It's really quite delicious. delicious."

Jian Shaojun glanced at Zhao Ling and didn't speak, but Zhao Ling swore that he understood Jian Shaojun's eyes, which probably meant that - compared with life, stomach is more important than life.

"Didn't you come back to pack your clothes? Do it now, is one hour enough? I have a conference call and I have to go home."

Zhao Ling blinked in surprise: "You don't sleep here?"

"It's not me, it's us." Jian Shaojun looked critically at the kitchen where the ceiling was dripping with milk, "If you are willing to stay here in the middle of the night and be torn apart by rats, I have no problem."

Zhao Ling wanted to refute, but he got into trouble because he hadn't thought about it. After a while, he just dared to mutter when he sneaked back to the room to pack his luggage: "Are you a clean freak?"

Then Zhao Ling heard Jian Shaojun's merciless sarcasm behind him: "This is not called cleanliness, this is called cherishing life."

Facts have proved that the one hour given by Jian Shaojun was too much. It took Zhao Ling almost 10 minutes to pack the clothes and toiletries, and another 10 minutes to find a box to pack the wine at home.

"Let's go, we're done."

Jian Shaojun looked at the two suitcases behind him in surprise, and walked to the door of the master bedroom to take a look. The wardrobe was already empty, and almost all traces of life had faded from the entire room.

"How long is your lease?"

"One year, there are still eight months left." Zhao Ling was a little distressed, "I have to call an aunt to do the cleaning tomorrow, otherwise it will be troublesome to sublet."

Four months, it's hard to believe this is the house I've lived in for four months.

Jian Shaojun turned his head and looked at Zhao Ling thoughtfully, Zhao Ling was taken aback: "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jian Shaojun bent down and picked up the box of wine, passing Zhao Ling and said, "The next time I see Mr. Yin, I should talk to him about raising your salary."

"You underestimate me." Zhao Ling was a little proud, and followed Jian Shaojun out the door with a suitcase in one hand, "I'm the management, okay? I have equity dividends."

"Don't dare to underestimate Mr. Zhao." Jian Shaojun smiled and shook his head, "I just don't know if Mr. Zhao's dividend is enough to pay for my kitchen."

……

"Hiss, today was an accident, you are not allowed to remember. Did you hear me?"

"That's really sorry, my best thing is memory."

"Ahhhhhhhh! You forget it!"

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Zhao Ling didn't expect that he was back in this house again, and looked at the suit he was carrying in his hand and stuffed it into the empty closet resignedly, but what he didn't expect was that Jian Shaojun left him two empty closets.

Although he didn't have so many clothes, he somehow felt accepted by this house.

Hanging on, Zhao Ling began to fantasize again, and the thoughts in his mind made a sharp 180-degree turn...

Seeing Jian Shaojun leaning against the door with a bottle of beer in one hand after changing into a set of gray home clothes, he couldn't stop the car completely: "Jian Shaojun, these two wardrobes are not used by your previous cohabitation partner, right?"

"Cough cough cough..." Jian Shaojun choked on the beer, coughed for a while and walked around Zhao Ling with strange eyes, "Do you think I had a cohabitant before?"

"No, no?" Zhao Ling blinked, even more surprised, "After all, you..." Zhao Ling swallowed at this point, his cheeks were stained with a little blush, obviously his thoughts had wandered to some impure places.

"I take it as a compliment." Jian Shaojun raised his eyebrows, and raised the beer can in his hand to accept the compliment.

impossible……

Zhao Ling couldn't help but began to recall that night, recalling the chaos at that time, and for a long while turned to the empty bedroom door and said: "You are also a solo mother, right?"

"I suggest that Mi Zhao review his elementary school Chinese." Jian Shaojun folded back from the living room with an extra folder in his hand, "I think the correct way to say it should be—clean yourself."

"What is this?" Zhao Ling looked at the file folder handed to him, and now he has some psychological shadows about the file.

"Proof of cleanliness." Jian Shaojun nodded his chin to signal him to open it, "or you can also say it is the spirit of the contract, if you remember the seventh article of the contract."

Zhao Ling's memory is not bad either, after all he read that thin piece of paper countless times.

Although half of the time he was suppressing his urge to tear up the agreement, it did not prevent him from memorizing the terms.

Sure enough, in the file bag was a medical report.

"I, I forgot to do it." Zhao Ling remembered that it seemed that the contract stipulated that each other's medical examination reports should be exchanged within three days after signing, but he simply forgot to go to the other side of the ocean, "I must go tomorrow afternoon."

"Hmm." Jian Shaojun looked him up and down again, and said inexplicably, "Actually, it's not very necessary." After saying that, he turned and went to the study.

And Zhao Ling, who was left staring at the stack of medical reports, felt that he must be red from his toes to his neck at this moment, how could he look down on others? !

He has no experience, but he can learn!

If he doesn't learn well, it must be the teacher's fault.

Zhao Ling gritted his teeth, refusing to think about the problem that the teacher is also self-taught.

……

After a night of war and chaos, Zhao Ling fell asleep after reading two pages of the plan. He tried not to sleep but his eyelids drooped. In the end, someone wanted to take the plan away from him, which made Zhao Ling stunned. He opened his eyes.

"Go to sleep, what time do you get up tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock..."

The headlight was turned off and replaced by a dim bedside lamp. Zhao Ling felt the mattress beside him sink, and his consciousness suddenly returned.

"Feel sorry."

"What?" Jian Shaojun just took off his glasses, and when he looked at Zhao Ling, his normally stern face was softened by the dim light.

Zhao Ling grabbed a ball of quilt and carried it into his arms, said slowly: "I didn't mean not to answer the phone today,"

"It's okay, just don't reveal the truth tomorrow." Jian Shaojun said with a smile, "If Boss Yin knows the purpose of my address, he may sue me."

"No." Zhao Ling grinned, "I said hello to him today, and it won't be a big problem when the Dongchuang incident happens someday. By the way, when did you save the number in my mobile phone? Your private number?"

"I didn't save it." Jian Shaojun chuckled, "You saved it yourself."

Zhao Ling shrank his shoulders under the soft duvet: "Why don't I remember?"

"What can you expect you to remember with your little drinking capacity?" Jian Shaojun also lay down, yawned, and said vaguely, "You asked me for a call the other day, and said that I would be responsible for me when I fell asleep."

Zhao Ling: "..." Once again, he paid a lot of money for a brain that has not been soaked in alcohol.

The author says:

Zhao Ling: If I don't study well, it's the teacher's fault.

Jian Shaojun: It's the first time I've heard someone talk about being stupid so confidently.

Zhao Ling: As you know, most students will hire tutors if they fail to learn well in school.

Jian Shaojun: That's not necessary, I think one teacher is enough with Mi Zhao's ingenuity.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!