"Can 50,000 please help my mother with the lawsuit?"

Lawyer Yu couldn't help laughing, thinking that this little girl was funny.

also asked seriously if he could ask him to defend for 50,000 yuan.

"emmm......" he muttered.

"If you don't object, that's a promise!" Night Hotaru happily hammered the final word one by one.

Lawyer Yu nodded amusedly.

My own girl is a little stupid, but this little girl in front of me is very ghostly.

Lawyer Yu coughed dryly, 50,000 yuan can't afford to hire him.

But the little girl helped him pick up the watch, and he helped with this!

"This is my uncle's business card, if your mother wants to fight a lawsuit, she will come to the law firm tomorrow with her business card to find me."

Night Firefly happily accepted it, and the golden light was really the most reliable.

……

"Mom, this is an uncle for Firefly, he said he can help you fight a lawsuit, and you won't have to be bullied in the future."

Ye Yingying took Lawyer Yu's business card and ran to Mi Chuchu.

Offering treasures, handing the business card to the mother.

Mi Chuchu rubbed her daughter's soft hair funny, thinking that her daughter probably met a third-rate lawyer just now.

Otherwise, how can a good lawyer take the initiative to sell himself?

I also handed out business cards like flyers to such young children.

She took the business card and looked at it casually.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.

Several names of lawyer Yu of the famous law firm come into view.

Mi Chuchu gasped.

This......

This is the mythical Barrister Yu in the legal profession.

It is said that he was born in a family of lawyers, and since he graduated and was listed, he has not lost a lawsuit.

Mi Chuchu looked at his cub in surprise: "How did the baby get this uncle's business card?" ”

"Picked up my uncle's watch." Hotaru replied truthfully.

Mi Chuchu's eyes were slightly red, and he faintly gave birth to it in his heart, maybe he could get out of the dancing chrysalis brokerage company with Lawyer Yu?

……

The next day, Hotaru followed her mother to the law firm.

When my mother was consulting with Lawyer Yu, she shook her feet and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Not far away, by the flower bed, sat a four-year-old boy wearing a small vest, a pair of small leather shoes under his feet, his hair was four or six points, and he was neatly combed.

She looked left and right, wondering, was there no adult around the little boy?

Hotaru hesitated a little, let this little boy stay here alone, he wouldn't meet human traffickers, right?

She frowned, glanced at the two adults who were discussing, stood up, and walked out.

Standing closer, I found that the little boy had red lips and white teeth, and his appearance was very exquisite, like a young master who came out of the comics.

"Are you crying?" Hotaru frowned lightly and tilted her head to ask.

The little boy raised his head and pursed his lips at the big curious eyes of Hotaru Kamiya, feeling that it would be embarrassing to admit that he was crying in front of the girls.

In particular, this girl was the most beautiful of all the girls he had ever seen.

He stubbornly maintained the dignity of a man: "I didn't cry." ”

When the words fell, the eyelashes couldn't bear the weight of the teardrops, and the tears slid down the cheeks.

"You're crying." Hotaru pursed her lips and smiled, thinking that the little boy was not very smart and couldn't even lie.

Children who are not smart are estimated to be abducted and sold, and they can't remember their parents' phone numbers.

Seeing that the little boy's eyelashes were moist, he was pitiful.

She soft-hearted opened her beloved snack box from her small backpack, handed it over, and said in a milky voice: "You're hungry, please eat." ”

Dim sum is a pastry that Ms. Bi mails from the UK every day, and the pastries are carefully made by the master with fine materials and delicate shapes.

Each pastry is kneaded into a different animal, which is cute and sweet, but also exudes the sweetness of food.

"I'm not hungry."

The little boy said with his mouth open, and when he saw the snack, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Gollum ......"

The stomach was more honest than the mouth, and there was a loud bowel sound of protest, and the little boy covered his stomach in embarrassment, his face red and his ears red.

He felt that he had never died like this in his life.