No, no, it's a bit too hasty to guarantee. ”

Jiang Ran: "......"

"What the hell are you going to do? I'll just take a look, as for you! "Jiang Ran is really going to be angry with him.

Song Sheng: "Of course! If you see something that you don't like and he's not there, of course you'll shoot me! I am very clear about my positioning, I am the cannon fodder in your love. ”

"......" Jiang Ran felt that she didn't blow up the foul mouth now, and Song Sheng was really her last tenderness.

"You say, how can I see it?" Jiang Ran wanted to see what moths he could make.

"For us lawyers, black and white is king."

Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows: "So?" ”

"You, give, I, stand, word, according to !!" Song Sheng paused word by word, and he made a loud sound.

The corners of Jiang Ran's mouth twitched fiercely, and he immediately raised his hand and gave him a slap on the back of the head for a few days.

She'd seen it, but she hadn't seen it before.

Jiang Ran was really angry with him, "Do you need me to go to my father's company to find his lawyer team to draw up a contract for you?" ”

It was originally an angry sentence, but who would have thought that Song Sheng actually thought about it very seriously for a few seconds, and then nodded approvingly: "I think it's okay, it's more rigorous." ”

Jiang Ran: "Are you strict!" ”

If she hadn't been sane, she would have really picked up her phone and smashed this two hundred and five to death.

The two were at a stalemate.

In the end, Jiang Ran decided to hold him back first and then said: "Give you a note, and when I finish reading it, I will write it to you when I go home, and there is no pen and paper." ”

Song Sheng: "I have!" ”

Jiang Ran: "......"

Song Sheng brought the backpack from the back seat, then took out a notebook and a pen, and stuffed it into her hand, more active than when he just gave her the mobile phone, "Come on, write." ”

Jiang Ran took a deep breath and said with a smile: "You really can." ”

"How do you write it?" Jiang Ran opened the notebook.

Song Sheng touched his chin, "I read what you wrote." ”

Jiang Ran went with him.

Finally, after writing nearly two hundred words, Jiang Ran successfully signed her name at the end, and Song Sheng could faintly hear her gritting teeth.

"And this." Song Sheng handed the things over, and under Jiang Ran's somewhat blank gaze, he raised his chin, "Press a handprint." ”

Jiang Ran: "......"

"You're sick!"

Under Jiang Ran's violent blow, Song Sheng finally obediently collected the note and returned the phone to Jiang Ran.

The car had been parked at the door of Jiang's house for a while, and some servants also recognized that it was Song Sheng's car, but they also felt strange that the people inside were actually delayed.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Ran returned the phone to Song Sheng and prepared to push the door and get out of the car.

"Eh, eh." Song Sheng hurriedly opened his mouth to stop her, Jiang Ran looked back and was silent.

Song Sheng was a little apprehensive in his heart: "Are you angry?" ”

He asked cautiously.

Jiang Ran shook his head: "No." ”

Song Sheng pursed his lower lip and explained: "I think Jiang Ye is quite pitiful, don't blame him, he contacted me to let me take good care of you, I'm afraid something will happen to you." I think if it weren't for the fear that you would misunderstand, he probably would have wanted to find a few private detectives to follow you. ”

"Hmm." Jiang Ran responded, his mood fluctuated without any fluctuations, and he seemed calm.

"You, don't you have any reaction??? Song Sheng blinked, always feeling unreal.

Jiang Ran smiled: "For example." ”

After being silent for a few seconds, Song Sheng suddenly frowned, "Jiang Ran, you have really changed." ”