Love at the Right Time

Wen Qinghan resumed his daily routine from 9 to 5 the next day, and planned to live in Phoenix for the time being.

Now she has a clear relationship with Shi Qingqiu, so it's better to stay closer. Although Phoenix is ​​far from the law firm, it can be tolerated.

Shi Qingqiu didn’t cook for too long, and when she got home from work at noon, she cooked a few dishes, but when she chatted with Wen Qinghan on WeChat, she got an idea and asked her to wait for herself for a while, and then brought the warm lunch box. The meal for two was packed and went out.

Wen Qinghan read the WeChat sent by her and told the front desk to let him go directly.

In response to the knock on the door, she raised her voice and said, "Come in."

Shi Qingqiu opened the door and walked in, and closed the door with his feet facing Wen Qinghan, with his hands behind him as if he was carrying something, with silver-white corners exposed.

Wen Qinghan squinted slightly and asked her curiously, "Is there something for me?"

"It will take me a few seconds to go by, you can guess." Shi Qingqiu was selling Guanzi, stepping closer, stepping over the chair, standing in front of the desk, looking at Wen Qinghan condescendingly, bending down and smiling and asked:" Did you guess it?"

Wen Qinghan shook his head: "No."

"We, attorney Wen, are not smart at all today. I am looking forward to it." Shi Qingqiu sighed, but her eyes were full of sly smiles. She put the insulated lunch box hidden behind her on the desk and sat down. He came down and said to Wen Qinghan, "I came here to find you for dinner. I made this meal because I think I haven't cooked it for you for so long. I just wanted to have dinner with you at noon, so I packed it. "

Wen Qinghan guessed that Shi Qingqiu was going to find him to eat, but he didn't expect Shi Qingqiu to bring the food by himself.

She sniffed the vegetables taken out by Shi Qingqiu, smiled and asked, "Did you make these all?"

Shi Qingqiu responded confidently: "Of course, and the taste is not bad. If you don't believe me, try it. Keep you indulged in Chef Shi's cooking." She said, pushing a meal over and handing it over. Chopsticks.

"Then I can eat without worry." Wen Qinghan raised the corner of his mouth and took the chopsticks.

Shi Qingqiu brought sweet and sour pork ribs, scrambled eggs, and a stir-fried vegetable with meat and vegetables, which looked good. Wen Qinghan has a habit of changing from light to deep, so he first eats with green vegetables, which is no different from what he made. It tastes good and moderately salty.

But Shi Qingqiu wanted to come and eat with her, and this intention was enough for her to feel the sweetness that the tip of her tongue could not taste from these dishes.

Thinking so in her heart, she smiled lowly and said, "It's very sweet."

"Huh? How can there be sweetness?" When Qingqiu was waiting for her comment, she was stunned. She couldn't help but try a bite of the greens, frowning and saying, "No, did you just eat some sweets?"

Wen Qinghan didn't laugh, but Shi Qingqiu didn't admit defeat and put a piece of spare ribs in front of her: "You try this again."

Wen Qinghan lowered his head and bit, and when his thin lips held Shi Qingqiu's chopsticks, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and then looked straight at her with serious and gentle eyes: "It's still sweet, I've never tasted such sweet."

When Shi Qingqiu saw this look, he understood that Wen Qinghan was not talking about taste at all. In other words, what Wen Qinghan expresses is not the taste of the tongue.

She put a piece of ribs into Wen Qinghan's bowl with great strength, bit her lip and said angrily: "Wen Qinghan, eat well, don't tease me, otherwise I won't come next time."

Appropriate little taste can make the relationship between two people more harmonious, not too plain, and not too intense. Wen Qinghan deeply realized its beauty, so he didn't continue, and started to eat honestly.

Wen Qinghan pressed his lips, tasted the sauce left over from the ribs, and asked Shi Qingqiu as usual. He asked in a flat tone, "Qingqiu, are there any arrangements for these days?"

"Yes, I'm going to the company to tell Sister Fang not to renew the contract." Shi Qingqiu chewed twice and said thoughtfully, "Although she must have known it, she has helped me a lot. I still have to talk to her face to face."

If Pan Jiawen is her Bole, then the big boss of Starry Night Entertainment, Fang Jing, is the support behind this Bole. If there is no Fang Jing, even if Pan Jiawen is optimistic about her, there is no such resource to praise her.

"Well, it should be right. I heard you say that Starry Night's President Fang is very easy-going." Wen Qinghan lowered his head and thought while eating, smiled and said, "When will I go?"

"Let's take two days." Shi Qingqiu thought for a while, "Tomorrow I want to go to your house, and I haven't come back to say hello."

"Then I'll take you there, and call me after you finish talking." Wen Qinghan nodded, "Tomorrow, after dinner, I will go out to see a client. If you want to go back, you still want to talk to dad after dinner. Mom chat, wait for me to go back?"

Shi Qingqiu lowered his eyes and bit his chopsticks, and said softly, "I have a chat with my parents. I haven't talked with them for a long time. However, you come back to bring me a glutinous rice ball in the evening, I think eat."

Wen Qinghan smiled lightly, "Okay, I get it."

The men and women in the law firm almost exploded when they came back together after lunch, especially when the white car drove out, Chen Yi stared at the side face in the rising car window, and went to The sky bounced.

The goddess actually came to the law firm! No wonder Boss Wen stays in the law firm and doesn't go out to eat!

"Boss Wen is really too much. The goddess didn't tell us when she came, for her own exclusive use, hum..." Chen Yi held the thermos cup in one hand and poked the lid with the pen in the other, with a bitter expression on her face.

Everyone laughed and said nothing, Meng Siqi was about to go upstairs to find the file, and knocked on his head when passing by, gloating, "That's Boss Wen's wife, don't think too much all day, beware that Boss Wen freezes you to death."

"That's my goddess too!"

Simply holding the tea cup in the corridor on the second floor, he looked down and shook his head leisurely. Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu are not low-key at all now.

She raised her wrist to check the time, her eyes sank, and she went back to the office to pack the papers and leave the law firm with a briefcase.

After several months, Qi Yue finally contacted her to meet. She couldn't guess what Qi Yue's purpose was for meeting her this time, but rejection was not a safe way to solve the problem. After thinking about it again and again, she agreed.

The meeting place is not a luxurious place, but a coffee shop that everyone used to visit in college. The owner of this coffee shop is a husband and wife who treats guests with enthusiasm and kindness. The decoration of this shop does not make people feel the luxury that is common in the bustling city, but just comfortable.

Qi Yue sat in the corner with his legs folded, and looked freely at the pedestrians passing by from the window.

Simply walked over, put down the briefcase and sat down, smiled to the waiter and said, "Thank you for a cup of Irish coffee."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress smiled back.

Qi Yue retracted his gaze, reached out to touch the coffee cup in front of him, smiled and said: "Irish coffee, the bottom layer is whiskey, the middle layer is coffee, and the top layer is cream. After so many years, it means that you still like to drink, and the more Drinking is getting stronger."

Simply shrugging his shoulders, curling up the corners of his lips, said with a smile: "No way, I'm used to it. Drink some to relieve gluttony from time to time."

Qi Yue took a sip of coffee, and in a nutshell, he also replied: "White coffee has almost no bitterness and has a light taste. After so many years, you still don't like bitterness."

Just like at that time, she and Shi Qingqiu both liked sweets. Simply remember, she doesn't like bitterness very much.

"I'm glad you remember." Qi Yue's smile was pure, without any purpose or inquiries, and his voice seemed to be lost in thoughts. "I occasionally drink bitter coffee, after all, after a long taste of sweetness, it will change from liking to liking. Habits. Just like life, it won’t go smoothly forever, it will always experience a bit of bitterness once in a while."

After all these years, she still doesn't like bitterness. Whenever she tasted the bitter taste, she always remembered the feeling that year, and she felt bitter in her mouth.

"Your great principles are getting more and more, it was not like that before." Jian Yi sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking at her with interest.

"Everyone has changed, haven't they? No one is the same as before." Qi Yue smiled meaningfully and said, "What about you? Is the girl who answered the phone for you that day really not your girlfriend? "

Jian Yizhi's eyes were unnatural for a moment. She tucked her trousers with her fingers, and faintly replied, "Of course not. I don't like being young. I feel too tired." She licked her lips, turned her head and said. : "But speaking of it, there are not people who have basically not changed from before."

"I know there is." Qi Yue glanced at her and stopped talking when the waiter came over with coffee.

"Irish coffee, please use it slowly."

In brief, thanking him with a smile, Qi Yue looked out the window.

Sunlight casts on the open space in front of the store, casting shadows of passing pedestrians in different lengths, just like they were sitting here and looking out the window that year. Time and memories flow back off guard at this moment.

The shop was very quiet, Qi Yue's voice was soft, and he returned to the story seven years ago in brief: "I feel that I have changed, and it seems that I have not changed. That year, not long after I was admitted to university, my father's The business failed. He owed a lot of money, and it was not enough to take out all of our savings. When I knew this, the door of our house had been painted many times.

Just like the kind you have seen in the movie, at a glance, all red paint is flowing down the wall, like blood. My parents kept telling me, until I went home one weekend, my dad went to save a junior who I knew in the business field, and my mom shed tears at home every day. "

In short, she gently shook the coffee cup and took the first sip. This first sip was mostly cream, but what she felt was bitter.

Qi Yue paused, sniffed, and then smiled: "Before that day, I thought my family would always be my safe haven. My parents would watch me grow up, watch me and a man A child or a girl is together, and then waiting for me to bring home this person who can accompany me for a lifetime. We will eat, eat, and chat as a family. I will tell my parents, this person is my love, we want Get married and be together for a lifetime.

When I was with Qingqiu, this idea occupied a big place in my mind. I decided to tell my parents that I talked about a girlfriend at school, and when we have time, we can go out for a meal and meet each other. But that day, that day, the walls in front of my house were all painted like blood. They dripped from those words, and the entire wall seemed to have been splashed with blood. "

In short, he squeezed the coffee cup tightly, licked his lips, bit again, and asked in a low voice, "What then?"

"Then?" Qi Yue smiled self-deprecatingly, looked away, and fell into the remaining half of the coffee in the coffee cup, with tears in his eyes, "Then, an old friend of my mother was willing to help us, provided that I Mom wants to divorce and marry him. Otherwise, my tuition and my mother’s living expenses, including our future lives, will no longer be available. Moreover, even if my mother is only divorced, those people will not let us go. Mother and daughter.

You know, debt collectors, they will do a lot of things that we can't imagine, and will not care about whether you are divorced or not. I am my dad's daughter, and I have to bear his fault. So, if my mother does not compromise, none of us will not be affected. As the daughter of my stepfather, if I want to continue school, I must go abroad with my mother. "

The story is probably over. Qi Yue was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "My stepfather has a strong desire for control. He doesn't allow us to have a slight involvement with the country. I can't contact anyone I know. But the only luck is that he is very good to us. However, every day I can’t come back, I’m thinking about this place and want to come back every day. Meaning, you say, have I changed?"

In short, the throat was blocked by Qi Yue's series of words, and she replied in a low voice: "Even if you think all your thoughts are the same as seven years ago, you are no longer the same person seven years ago. Maybe you still maintained the xinxing you had at that time, but you are no longer innocent."

Qi Yue smiled bitterly, she suddenly tasted the bitter taste of the bitter coffee that she rarely drank, and it fermented from her heart.

In short, I took a sip at the end, tasting the taste of whiskey, and sat upright as if I was going to say goodbye.

Qi Yue suddenly asked, "The two of them, how far do you think they will go?"

"Qi Yue, this is not what you should ask." In short, he stood up with his briefcase and looked straight at Qi Yue. He changed his amiable and pleasant expression before turning and leaving, and dropped a few words: "No matter how Qinghan walks here. This is the way she chose. It’s best to be successful. If it doesn’t, it’s just the right way for her to have a taste of the pain. She doesn’t know how to let it go without being stabbed. But none of this has anything to do with you."