Hotel Rooms—

Spacious and bright, spotless.

At this moment, Du Chunmei, who is a lawyer with Song Zhichao, is holding a thick stack of documents to prepare for signing the contract, introducing the legal provisions in these documents and the main matters that must be paid attention to.

As a veteran, Song Zhichao has always believed that the law is the best weapon, especially when doing business, when both parties sign a contract, as long as the legal effect is produced, there is no room for regret.

"The law is a two-faced sword, which can hurt the enemy or hurt yourself." This is what Song Zhichao often said.

Therefore, Song Zhichao will review every important document to be signed!

The rooms in this hotel are well decorated and can even be described as elegant. The space is not very large, but the layout is wonderful. There is a coffee table and sofa in the middle, with floor-to-ceiling windows and wine cabinets on both sides, and the other two rooms are bedrooms and bathrooms.

At this moment, Song Zhichao sat comfortably on the soft sofa, drinking mineral water, and listening carefully to Du Chunmei explaining the contract terms.

Through the coffee table, Du Chunmei, who looks pretty, is wearing a professional suit like a Hong Kong female lawyer. Her black hip-covered skirt reveals her concave figure, which gives people a pleasing feeling even if she sits there.

"I think these terms should be modified appropriately." Du Chunmei picked up the contract, leaned forward slightly, and pointed out some errors in the contract to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao nodded, he was relieved and trusted Du Chunmei at 100 times.

Mao Youwang also sat next to him and listened.

After a while, he felt addicted to smoking and was a little restless.

Song Zhichao did not quit smoking before, and Mao Youwang and him were also very good "smoking friends". However, since Song Zhichao quit smoking, people have been prohibited from smoking in the room unless they are allowed by him.

Mao Youwang is a scientific researcher and can quit anything, but he can't quit this cigarette. He often holds a cigarette in one hand when he works, thinking hard. If he doesn't smoke, he always feels that something is missing.

Who is Song Zhichao? When he saw Mao Youwang's expression, he knew that he was addicted to smoking, so he just said nodded. The meaning was very obvious. You could go outside to smoke one.

Mao Youwang no longer cared too much, stood up and smiled at Song Zhichao, and then walked out.

As soon as Mao Youwang left the room, he remembered that he forgot to bring out the cigarette. It was a bit inappropriate to go in and get the cigarette again. Go and buy it, and it was a waste of time.

When he was in a dilemma, Mao Youwang saw Ruan Jun standing straight at the door, and couldn't help asking, "Hello, are there any cigarettes?"

Ruan Jun was a little stunned and nodded: "Yes!" As he said that, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, but it was still a very good brand.

Mao Youwang thanked him, then couldn't wait to take the cigarette, Ruan Jun took out a lighter to light it for him. Mao Youwang took a beautiful breath, feeling that he came back to life.

"Why don't you give me one?" Mao Youwang smoked, and then realized that Ruan Jun did not smoke.

Ruan Jun shook his head: "I don't smoke."

"Uh, don't you smoke?" Mao Youwang was stunned, meaning that he didn't smoke, why did you still carry cigarettes?

"I need this occasionally for helping Mr. Song." Ruan Jun said coldly.

Mao Youwang nodded. He had been in mainland China for so many years, and it had become a habit to smoke when he met people. However, when he was abroad, those ghosts did not have the habit of letting smoke, so Mao Youwang always brought cigarettes himself and did not let him go when he met people.

Mao Youwang wanted to talk to Ruan Jun for a few words.

Ruan Jun asked questions and answers, which was very rigid.

Mao Youwang lost interest and just waited to finish smoking this cigarette before going in.

...

In the hotel room—

Song Zhichao sat on the sofa, listening to Du Chunmei's oriole crying, listening to her slowly analyzing the important terms of each contract, which was a great enjoyment.

Especially looking at Du Chunmei's pretty appearance, Song Zhichao returned to the snowy countryside ten years ago in a trance.

At that time, Du Chunmei was still a little girl from the countryside wearing a red cotton jacket. When she saw him, she called him "Brother Zhichao!"

I also remembered that Du Chunmei often rushed the three piglets raised at home to feed on the snow piles on the snow.

I remembered Du Chunmei as she imitated the big red rooster on the jujube tree and clamored, saying that this would be like an alarm clock, so that she would not let her sleep in.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The little girl in the countryside has become a famous barrister in Hong Kong.

The rustic dress has also become youthful and fashionable.

Time passes too fast.

Song Zhichao thought, feeling a little dazed, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rub the little head of the pretty girl in front of him.

Du Chunmei, who was explaining the contract to Song Zhichao, was stunned, but she didn't say anything, and didn't push away the hand that Song Zhichao touched her head.

On the contrary, she snuggled up, as if she wanted to feel more of the warmth that Song Zhichao brought to her.

Song Zhichao was shocked and woke up.

Knowing how wrong I had done just now, I quickly explained: "Sorry, I'm distracted - I remembered the past."

Du Chunmei hummed softly and said, "Well--I was still the little girl from the countryside before?"

Song Zhichao smiled, "You will always be like that in my impression."

Du Chunmei: "I don't like the way I used to be, nor do I like the way I used to be."

"Why?"

"Because I was very rustic, ignorant, and very backward at that time." Du Chunmei bit her lip, stared at Song Zhichao with big eyes and said, "I don't like letting you see my unbearable appearance."

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned and smiled and said, "Actually, I like you the most at that time..."

"Why?"

"Because of simplicity."

Song Zhichao looked at Du Chunmei, who was wearing a high-end professional suit in front of him, and said leisurely: "What is the most lacking in places like Hong Kong is the most dazzling, and what is the most lacking is the simplicity and simplicity."

Du Chunmei seemed to understand what Song Zhichao meant, "Don't you like me very much about success?"

"I don't know either," said Song Zhichao. "I'm very happy to see you succeed, but I always feel something is missing - and what I'm missing from you is what I care about the most and feel the most precious thing."

Du Chunmei didn't say anything, and suddenly her eyes turned red, "Brother Chao, are you starting to hate me?"

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I know what I am missing," Du Chunmei said. "I feel that I am about to be assimilated by people in Hong Kong. I learnt to wear clothes, dress up, speak Cantonese, and speak Hong Kong dialect... I feel that I have changed, no longer the Du Chunmei used to be, and even gave myself the English name Du Ruila."

Song Zhichao sighed and gently held her into his arms. He was about to comfort her when someone pushed the door of the hotel open.

Mao Youwang widened his eyes and saw this scene awkwardly.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to advance or retreat for a moment.
Chapter completed!