Chapter 6 Chapter 6 A female law student should marry four times in her lifetime...
Of course Wen Qingyang couldn't get up.
Not to mention seven o'clock, even if you want her to get up before twelve o'clock, she has to "book" the schedule in advance.
Most emotional live broadcasts are held late at night. This is because it is the easiest time to reach the hearts of netizens and can be accurately pushed to vertical fans, achieving better results.
Of course, Anchor Wen strictly abides by the industry rules personally tested by his predecessors, and every live broadcast is between 12 and 2 o'clock.
This habit of sleeping during the day and going out at night inevitably made her crave the bed during the day, and she gradually forgot the ability to get up early that she had learned from her part-time job.
Maybe this is a work injury?
Wen Qingyang very shamelessly ruled out his own reasons.
But she is also very ambitious - she specifically asked Song Weirui to take a picture of her breakfast every day, and edited it herself by adding some filters. She set an alarm the next day to send it to the number one guy on time, and after completing the morning check-in, she continued to sleep soundly.
His dedication made Song Weirui feel very tired!
In the room where no sunlight could penetrate, Wen Qingyang was tossing and turning on the bed. The sudden vibration of her cell phone caused the shabby bed to shake continuously. She closed her eyes and reached out to answer the call.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't sleep, smell it! Help, help! Hurry and send the materials on the yellow clip in the room to the law firm. I'll reimburse your taxi fare and provide lunch!"
The person on the other end spoke a few words quickly and hung up.
Wen Qingyang opened his eyes expressionlessly and punched the innocent pillow with a bang.
Before she was fully awake, she got up, changed her clothes, splashed cold water on her face, found the document with a sticky note saying "The defendant will be prosecuted", and hurried out the door.
"Wow, what a pretty girl!" The taxi driver entered the last digit of the license plate, turned around and smiled as usual. "We don't have much else in Xianglin, but we have the most young talents. Seeing you every day makes me feel much better, hahaha!"
Wen Qingyang smiled politely and glanced at the notices covering the back of the front seat. "Sister, why are there so many missing persons notices? I remember there were only one or two people in the taxi last year."
"Hey, are you taking a closer look?"
She leaned in closer to look at it. It was almost entirely filled with photos of various lost cats and dogs. Some were marked "found" and crossed out.
The driver happened to be stopped at a red light and said patiently:
"Does the little girl usually drive herself? There haven't been many lost people in recent years. Even elderly people with dementia are often returned by kind-hearted people the next day. But these little pets tend to disappear easily. Their owners upload their information to the company's platform, and we'll help post it. Maybe it'll be of some use!"
The elder sister was very kind-hearted, but she didn't know that this passenger usually relied on public transportation for travel and was reluctant to spend money on taxis unless it was necessary, so she was not aware of the situation.
Wen Qingyang didn't explain, but simply said, "The public security has always been good, and it will get better and better in the future. I see you have the Excellent Driver Medal, you are warm and kind, and your car is clean and odorless. It will get better and better in the future."
"Then I'll borrow your good words."
The eldest sister smiled brightly and stopped the car steadily: "We're here, please get out slowly."
The commercial district in the center of Xianglin City is lined with tall buildings. Wen Qingyang looked up to identify the location of Building C and walked quickly inside.
The receptionist immediately put on a standard smile and said, "Hello, ma'am. Are you here for a consultation or to handle a business matter? Do you have an appointment with a lawyer?"
"I'm looking for trainee lawyer Song Weirui."
"Okay, you rest over there for a while, I'll call her right away." The young man greeted her warmly and quickly brought her some tea. "The water temperature is just right, enjoy it."
Wen Qingyang saw that he was wearing a short uniform skirt and raised his hand to stop him from squatting down to pour tea: "No need, I'll just send her a message to come down and get the materials. Thank you."
The young man understood and looked up, suddenly feeling a little shy, and walked back to the front desk with slightly unsteady steps.
But he couldn't help but steal glances at the lady sitting on the sofa again and again, and quietly opened the forum to search "How to pursue a refreshing and kind woman", thinking that Xiao Song's friend is as beautiful and gentle as her!
But Wen Qingyang took a deep breath calmly.
The boy's perfume was too strong, almost cloyingly sweet. She had subconsciously held her breath from the beginning, and now she finally managed to breathe in some fresh air.
“Smell it!”
Song Weirui accompanied a woman in a burgundy suit out of the elevator. He took the documents from her and handed them to her. "Sister Qian, this is for the defendant. I've put the others in your briefcase. Please drive slowly. I'm sorry for wasting time today. I really trouble you."
Lawyer Qian smiled politely at Wen Qingyang and reassured Xiao Song, "It's not a big deal, just get it resolved. Okay, while I'm on vacation, you stay with Lawyer Chen. If you have anything, feel free to contact me."
The woman patted Song Weirui on the shoulder and turned away neatly.
"Okay, I'm relying on Sister Wen's help!" Song Weirui glanced at his watch, put his arm around her shoulders and walked out. "It's almost eleven o'clock. Let's go, I'll take you to a high-end restaurant and enjoy some fun."
Wen Qingyang raised his chin. "I won't admit anything that's not high-end. But let me hear, is your supervising lawyer going on vacation?"
"Yes, Sister Qian planned to finish this court session before going on maternity leave, but when I was cleaning up, I found that I had left a document at home. Fortunately, you are here!" Song Weirui smiled at the guy at the front desk.
Wen Qingyang originally wanted to buy a popsicle at the convenience store in the building, but found that the prices were ridiculously high, so he had to give up.
She had nothing to eat and was bored, so she casually gossiped on the way: "Didn't you say Qian Lu was a prodigal who got married quickly? She got pregnant so quickly. How did her husband get so lucky?"
Although people nowadays generally have a higher desire to have children, and the "mother gives birth and the father raises" has little impact on women, but for a woman like Qian Lu who used to be "touchless", she is willing to settle down and marry her boyfriend home instead of running away after sleeping with him, leaving him with a record of being a virgin, making it difficult to talk about marriage in the future. It is inevitable that people speculate that this brother-in-law must have something extraordinary.
"Her husband is a handsome pediatrician. I heard his father's qualification exam was rated 'Excellent' and he also has qualifications as a nutritionist and a chef. He's a good family man. Sister Qian's mother and father love him very much!"
"That's true, just like the call I took a few days ago, it's okay to chat with a frivolous man outside, but you have to marry him of this kind." Wen Qingyang nodded.
"But, without Sister Qian here, my life has been tough." After checking the reserved private room number with the waiter, Song Weirui changed the subject, adding a hint of complaint, "Now I've fallen under the thumb of Chen Shengnu. That old man is very mean. He's scolded many of the boys in the station until they cried."
Wen Qingyang felt that she was exaggerating.
Who doesn’t know that female law students with A’s are killing it in the job market?
In addition, Song Weirui is more flirtatious than a butterfly. He is affectionate everywhere and seems to be interested in everyone. It seems that he treats everyone the same. Over the years, no one has ever targeted him.
"You said you're a little boy. How many male lawyers are there in a law firm? Isn't it still a woman's world? For a good-natured, good-looking, and capable person like you, if he doesn't treat you preferentially, it's considered strict. He won't treat you even worse, right?"
Song Weirui glared at her: "He's an old virgin, what if he wants to eat this young grass of mine?"
"We straight women don't have all these complicated thoughts. There are so many people in the world who are interested in you, so just don't expose them, okay?" Teacher Wen said unconcernedly, issuing an important instruction, "Besides, who knows if it's not Lawyer Song's second marriage that's about to happen?"
The marriage story came up during finals week in their college years.
Song Weirui said that law students should get married four times in their lifetime:
Your first marriage was to a young law school professor, just over thirty. He'd pin his silver leaf badge to his chubby chest as he meticulously graded your case analysis, "Can you take this exam as seriously as you take me?"
In his second marriage, he was an equity partner at a prestigious law firm, always drinking iced American coffee. He casually handed you a few projects worth tens of millions of yuan, his bright red tongue flickering as he spoke: "No need to work overtime tonight. I'll take you to a luxury hotel."
Your third marriage was to a young man from a prominent legal family whose cufflinks were etched with Xiezhi patterns. He pierced your ears, and the obsidian studs dazzled under the bright lights. "My grandmother helped revise this one. Will you be attending this year's seminar?"
Your fourth marriage was to a handsome junior you met at your alma mater's awards ceremony. His bright Adam's apple was bold and eye-catching, and he caught up with you, codex in hand, and asked, "Senior, can you recommend some reference books for me?"
At the time, Wen Qingyang calmly commented: "You law students are more inclined towards business when you go crazy, unlike us engineering students who are more inclined towards sports when we go crazy."
Song Weirui immediately realized what she meant and threw the menu over unhappily: "Thank you for the invitation, but it's not necessary. I can't afford it. Do you want this blessing?"
Wen Qingyang took it and opened it. He glanced at it and then closed it immediately: "Don't tell me we won't celebrate tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, Sister Qian said she didn't need it, so she gave me the VIP card for this restaurant. Miss Song will pay for today's meal." Song Weirui raised his eyebrows proudly. "This is the price for a high-end restaurant. I heard that even the sanitary napkins they provide are custom-made by the restaurant."
She pressed the service bell: "Waiter, I want all these dishes." She added a gentle smile and bright eyes, which made the waiter, who was dressed coolly, blush.
"Well, I'm also taking advantage of Song Lu's influence. I'm on my period right now, so I'm going to try out this custom-made one."
Wen Qingyang snapped his fingers, stood up and walked to the end of the corridor according to the waiter's instructions.
High-end restaurants are indeed very different from small restaurants.
The cabinet for necessities at the bathroom door even has a carved design and is inlaid with crystals of various colors. Even people who don’t know much about it can tell how valuable it is.
A tall man in a smoky gray suit stood not far away from there.
When Wen Qingyang wanted to walk over and open the cabinet door on the left to get sanitary napkins and toilet paper, it would be difficult not to touch his body, so she reminded him.
The man turned around, and before she could see his face clearly, the dial of his watch shone brightly under the warm lights on both sides. From the hands to the wristband, the word "luxury" was written all over it, which instantly caught her attention.
Wen Qingyang whistled in his heart——
How expensive is this?
Tsk, what a rich man.
You're lucky! If I hadn't made some money now and wasn't as strapped for cash as I was a few years ago, I might have been so jealous I'd have come up and robbed you...
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