*Gentle and elegant judge x cold and perverse lawyer
*Shuangyujie
*Reunion after broken mirror
An Mo didn't expect that the defense lawyer the defendant was rumored to have spent tens of millions of dollars to hire was actually Song Muzhi.
The case, which was already close to a certainty, became confusing under Song Muzhi's eloquent words, making it impossible for An Mo to knock down the verdict hammer.
"Song Muzhi, besides money, do you have any justice in your eyes?"
If it weren't for the court, if it wasn't already a stranger to her, An Mo would have almost shouted these words in her ear.
An Mo's hand holding the judgment hammer trembled slightly, but Song Muzhi remained calm.
After a separate court protest, An Mo declared an adjournment.
"Song Muzhi"
As they passed each other, An Mo couldn't help but call her name.
Song Muzhi didn't even look back.
After the lawsuit ended, An Mo received a message from Song Muzhi.
"Let's meet."
Full of questions, An Mo stood in front of Song Muzhi.
"Anmo, I miss you."
Thousands of words were stuck in my throat, and not even a single word could be uttered.
-
In the candlelight, Song Muzhi unbuttoned two buttons with one hand, took An Mo into his arms, and kissed her red lips.
An Mo's slap made Song Muzhi's cheeks red and swollen.
"Song Muzhi, it was you who left me without saying goodbye. It was you who abandoned me. Why did you say we would get back together?"
Lipstick was smeared on the corner of her mouth, and red wine was spilled on her pure white shirt.
Song Muzhi raised his eyes to look at An Mo, rushed over and knocked the person down, staring at the dodging eyes with his fiery eyes.
"An Mo, why don't you admit that you still love me?"
The tip of his tongue wandered between his lips and teeth, and red wine was poured from his head.
"Song Muzhi, I won't fall twice in the same place."
The person who was pushed away fell to the ground, leaving a mess.
-
"Anmo, I was wrong."
Song Muzhi smelled of alcohol and knelt in front of An Mo with his head bowed.
"Lawyer Song, in your calendar, do three months equal three days?"
An Mo sat on the sofa and tilted her head to look at Song Muzhi, who was wearing a suit and ties.
Song Muzhi straightened his back, dropped his knees beside An Mo's legs, raised his head and begged softly:
"Your Majesty, I realize my mistake. Can I be punished by kneeling down to serve you tonight?"
In the half-light and half-darkness, the red ribbon loomed.
Intention: I love you forever.
