Yang Xue's tone of voice gradually slowed down, this case about the prenuptial agreement, if Song Huaishu is sued for forging the prenuptial agreement, Xia Meng has a good chance of winning the case. But it is not surprising that he wants to put his father Xia Jiangang in the position of the defendant, so as to go to court.

Xia Meng was very smart and had guessed that there would be such a situation from the beginning. Xia Meng's heart was hesitating and panicking, Xia Jiangang she understood, and Xia Jiangang's drunken and fierce beating of himself appeared in front of her, which made the scar on Xia Meng's back that had been healed for many years inexplicably painful at this moment.

"Xia Meng, what do you want? When did your dad treat you like his own daughter? Are you still thinking about him? Schumann looked at Xia Meng and refused to speak for a long time, anxious.

Yang Xue understood Xia Meng's worries in her heart, and said softly: "Actually, this case is not so complicated, we can find an expert to compare your signature, as long as it is not written by your own hand, it can be directly regarded as a forged agreement!" Although your father is suspected of fraud with Mr. Song Huaishu, we can also settle privately with Mr. Song Huaishu, and it should not go to court, after all, Mr. Song Huaishu will take care of his influence in this city! ”

Yang Xue's words were four or five percent relieved, after all, she was only tentatively involved in the case, and she had not really understood the details. However, this relief pill relieved the pressure in Xia Meng's heart a little.

Xia Meng nodded and agreed to entrust Yang Xue as his lawyer to deal with this so-called prenuptial agreement dispute, and Yang Xue didn't stay here for long, just said a few words to Zhang Cheng about work and left.

Listening to Yang Xue's sworn words, Schumann felt that there was a proper solution to this matter, and her mood suddenly improved, she stretched her waist regardless of her image, glanced at her eyebrows, looked at Zhang Cheng, and snorted: "Your group actually has a lawyer group?" ”

"Hmm...... Oh, yes! Zhang Cheng hesitated and nodded.

"Are they all so beautiful?" Schumann continued to ask.

"No! That's all there is to the female lawyer! Zhang Cheng smiled embarrassedly.

Schumann pretended to be slightly angry: "Why do you want to find a female lawyer, is it to show off your good relationship with the opposite sex?" ”

Zhang Cheng hurriedly sat next to Schumann, hugged Schumann, and said softly: "Of course not, I'm not thinking, you are all women, you have a common language, and it must be easy to communicate in this regard, don't you say?" ”

"Come, I just got up, and I haven't eaten yet, so I heard you say that these are useless, and I'm hungry! How do you compensate? Schumann was coquettish in Zhang Cheng's arms, and Xia Meng on the side was not in the mood to listen, she stood up and walked straight into the kitchen.

Xia Meng was making breakfast, but she was thinking about her father Xia Jiangang, she was worried, although the female lawyer Yang Xue said very easily, she could try her best to reconcile privately outside the court, but the father she knew, would he really reconcile with herself? She didn't know, she didn't even dare to think about it.

In the living room outside the kitchen, Schumann and Zhang Cheng were still glued together, and the sweet words seemed to be endless, Xia Meng looked at the two of them intentionally or unintentionally through the window, and seemed to have a sour feeling in his heart.

Xia Meng has never experienced this feeling, it can be said that she lived to be twenty-eight years old, she has almost no real love nourishment, only tragic girlhood, and blank memories, as if she was born to be a model of a good wife and mother, doing housework endlessly every day, and what kind of concubines, heroines among women, and even the feelings of the sea in those TV series have nothing to do with herself.

Looking at their appearance, Xia Meng shook his head and smiled.

Xia Meng didn't know why he was laughing at this moment, although that smile was bitter like self-deprecation, but he suppressed such a thing in his heart, how could he still laugh? Is it envy? Still unwilling? Xia Meng didn't think about it, just shook his head vigorously, and tortured himself in his heart as to why he still had so many messy thoughts.

"It's time to eat!" Breakfast was made quickly, when Xia Meng brought breakfast to the dining table, turned around and called at the two who were still sweet in the living room, then wiped his hand on the apron and walked out of the kitchen.

Schumann was a little distracted, lazily left Zhang Cheng's arms, stood up, and was about to go to the kitchen.

"Zhang Cheng, have you eaten? Why don't you eat some together......" Xia Meng was very grateful to Zhang Cheng for taking care of his own business early in the morning, and deliberately walked out of the kitchen and invited Zhang Cheng to have breakfast together.

Zhang Cheng's face showed a shy red light, revealing a handsome face, but he also looked a little cute, he quickly stood up and said embarrassedly: "You're welcome, you can eat...... I've eaten ......."

Schumann turned his head and scolded Zhang Cheng unceremoniously: "You don't come here, there are so many things to do early in the morning, where do you have time to eat?" What's welcome! Xia Meng is not an outsider! Schumann said, taking Zhang Cheng's arm and walking into the kitchen together.

Zhang Cheng was still embarrassed, nodded slightly at Xia Meng, with a bothered look on his face, turned around and whispered: "Listen to what you mean, it's like you made breakfast!" ”

Schumann raised his eyebrows and snorted: "What? Want to eat my cooking? Do you have that blessing? ”

"I think I'll have!" Zhang Cheng smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth and looked at Schumann.

Xia Meng's face was strange, Xia Meng, who was already in a bad mood, was even more uncomfortable when she heard these two people say meaty words, she sat at the dining table, looked at the two people opposite, and said in a cold tone: "Let's eat, you have a lot to do!" ”

Only then did Schumann feel that she and Zhang Cheng were so glued together, which was somewhat irritating to Xia Meng, put away his twisting and coquettish appearance, sat upright, drank the porridge in the bowl, looked back at Zhang Cheng, and asked, "Today Sunday, don't you go to work today?" ”

Zhang Cheng nodded and said, "Originally, there was a meeting today, but I pushed it yesterday!" ”

Zhang Cheng said it very casually, and it didn't seem to be a big deal. But when Xia Meng heard it in his ears, he was also a little suspicious in his heart, for fear that Zhang Cheng would waste his work for his own affairs, which made Xia Meng too uneasy in conscience.

"Why?"

Schumann and Xia Meng asked in unison. Suddenly, Schumann and Xia Meng looked at each other, Xia Meng's expression was slightly embarrassed, he lowered his head and drank porridge, no longer looking at them.

Schumann didn't care about these details, tilted his head and looked at Zhang Cheng, she was thinking the same as Xia Meng at the moment, but she didn't have that kind of uneasy emotion, just appreciating, appreciating that this excellent man took his own affairs as a top priority, and he was also able to love the house and Wu, and he was also attentive to his best friend.

"It's nothing, I'm a special assistant, the boss is not here, I can do whatever I want!" Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, he didn't say the reason, but everyone present could guess it.

Schumann laughed at Zhang Cheng's witty words, pushed Zhang Cheng's arm, and laughed: "Dead!" ”

After a simple breakfast at home, Xia Meng really didn't want to see these two people so sweet under his nose, and it just so happened that Zhang Cheng also wanted to take Schumann out on a date on Sunday.

Schumann was worried about Xia Meng and insisted on taking Xia Meng with him. Xia Meng hurriedly refused, and it took a lot of effort to send these two people out of the house.

Xia Meng stays at home alone, she likes to be quiet, she likes to be alone in her own nest and be in a quiet daze, thinking about nothing in her head, sitting there quietly, feeling the passage of time. There is no joy or sorrow. Only yourself and quiet time.

But today is not so quiet, Xia Meng's mood rises and falls, after quieting down, those troublesome things automatically run into his mind, what Song Huaishu, Xia Jiangang, all of them flashed out one by one like a slideshow.

Xia Meng was distraught and couldn't sit still, knowing that it was difficult for him to feel at ease because of what had happened recently. Suddenly, I thought that I hadn't been to the store for two or three days, so I simply changed my clothes and went to the flower shop.

Xia Meng just arrived at the flower shop, opened the door, and after cleaning the shop, as soon as it opened, people came to the door one after another and began to select flowers.

Xia Meng felt strange, someone bought flowers early in the morning, which was impossible in the past, she didn't think much about it, just piled up a reluctant smile and entertained the guests.

"Boss, your flowers are a little wilted, is there anything better?"

Xia Meng was busy with the matter at hand, and looked up at the boy in front of him, who was not very old, at most twenty years old, and looked like a student. Xia Meng followed the direction he pointed and saw the bunches of roses lined up on the shelves, indeed a little wilted because they had not been taken care of for many days.

"I'm sorry! In the past few days, because things have not been opened, the delivery master will send new flowers in the afternoon, will you come again in the afternoon? Xia Meng stood up and said apologetically to the boy.

The boy's eyes widened and he shouted, "That's not possible, it's a big holiday, I can't wait!" Forget it......"

"Holidays?" Xia Meng was stunned for a moment, what festival can be spent in this big summer?

The boy looked at Xia Meng with a surprised expression, with an incredulous expression: "Auntie, are you okay?" Do you open a flower shop and don't even know that today is Tanabata? ”

Tanabata ...... Today is Tanabata ......

Xia Meng muttered silently in his heart, the words Qixi were as piercing as a needleprick, and echoed back and forth in his ears like a ghost, Xia Meng laughed at himself and was pathetic. At the age of twenty-eight, she has never spent Valentine's Day and Tanabata once, and she can't even remember the days of strangeness. In the past few years, I opened a flower shop on weekdays, but I just took advantage of the popularity of Valentine's Day to do my own small business, and I never implicated this special festival with myself at all.

Originally, a few days ago, Xia Meng also thought that Qixi Festival was coming, and called the master to deliver the goods one day in advance, who could help the life of these days, making Xia Meng like entering an ice cave, how could he be in the mood for such a sweet day as Qixi Festival? I can't even forget what year it is.

The boy who bought the flowers left, Xia Meng sat on the maza, looking at the room full of purple and red flowers, each flower was like a beauty, and no one was willing to fall behind.

But how can such a spring light be maintained? It's just a little wilt, and others scoff at it and don't want to accept it at all.

Xia Meng let out a sneer!