Song Lian never expected that his cooperating lawyer would not contact him for a long time.
A bamboo horse? ?
An awkward atmosphere filled the air between the two...
After all, he and Pei Zhihuai were not lovers, but they were not lovers.
Due to a small part of this reason, the two did not contact each other for five years. It was a long, long time...
Later, when the case was being handled, Song Lian and his partners got very close. After a dinner party, someone accidentally asked, "Writer Song, there are traces of rings on your hands. Are you married?"
Song Lian was stunned and lowered his head to cover up the traces. He had clearly taken them off on purpose.
But after wearing it for so long, the traces cannot be eliminated. He was silent for a while and then opened the door softly.
Mouth: "Yeah, I got it from abroad."
Pei Zhihuai looked over casually. He took a sip of wine. Song Lian said last time that their relationship was not good.
Song Lian looked towards Pei Zhihuai, their eyes met, and then he spoke softly.
"However, we are already planning to divorce."
Long reflex arc, gentle attack × super contrast "resentful husband" attack
[Stacked Armor: Terrible verbal prose, poor writing...]
Concept: A small daily life between bamboo horses