Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

Shi Sheng turned around and rolled his eyes at Song Wenjing angrily where Ye Qingqing couldn't see him.

Song Wenjing pretended not to notice, tilted her head, with a smile on her lips, waiting for the other party's answer.

In front of Ye Qingqing, he just mentioned his relationship with Song Wenjing, so he couldn't slap himself in the face.

She almost gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Ye Qingqing stood up knowingly: "Since Mr. Shi and Mr. Song still have things to do, I won't bother you and will go ahead. That brat Pei Yichen actually dares to find someone to deal with me, huh!"

After that, she left in a hurry, and Shi Sheng was a little silent.

She was about to find a reason to get up and run away, but unexpectedly the man grabbed her waist, slowly lowered his head and got close to her cheek: "You just promised me that you would accompany me to dinner, don't forget..."

Shi Sheng shrank her neck sensitively due to the breath he sprayed on her neck, quickly pulled away from her body, and frowned tightly: "Song Wenjing, don't go too far!"

Song Wenjing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Shi Sheng frowned and raised his eyes: "Tell me where to eat."

When Song Wenjing heard this, she slowly raised her lips and said, "There is a Western restaurant nearby, and it's pretty good."

Shi Sheng followed him out of the cafe and walked towards the western restaurant. The man walked in front of her, his tall body blocking the traffic in front of her.

Shi Sheng looked at his figure and pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and had complicated thoughts in her mind.

It was now early autumn, and the weather was getting a little chilly. Shi Sheng walked into the restaurant from outside and felt the alternation of cold and warm, and couldn't help but sneeze.

Song Wenjing was keenly aware that she turned around and looked at her still very thin clothes. She couldn't help but frown: "It's already mid-September, and the weather will soon get colder. It's easier to get sick when the season changes. You are still pregnant with the child, so you need to wear more clothes."

Shi Sheng was stunned for a moment after hearing his words. It turned out that his concern was like this...

Maybe it was for the sake of the child in her belly. Thinking of this, the last smile on her lips could no longer be maintained.

She lowered her eyes and followed Song Wenjing to sit down, and the waiter immediately came to greet her.

"Sir, Miss, what do you want to eat? Please order."

Jiang Xiyan took the menu and scanned it casually. She had just drank coffee. She was not very hungry, so she just pointed at a dish and it was done.

Song Wenjing looked at her and touched her hand with some distress: "It has been more than four months now, and you still can't eat? You have indeed lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

Shi Sheng was unmoved and directly took his hand out of the other party's hand, with cold eyes: "Mr. Song, if you have anything to say, just tell me, otherwise we will just have a meal out of honor."

Song Wenjing's eyes darkened, and the atmosphere between the two became cold again. After a while, the waiter brought out the meals they had just ordered.

Shi Sheng picked up the knife and fork and forked a small piece of tuna meat. Although it had been prepared, Shi Sheng still smelled a pungent fishy smell, which made her feel nauseated.

But she didn't want Song Wenjing to notice. Her face turned pale, and she suppressed her nausea and swallowed the piece of fish.

Naturally, such an expression could not be hidden from his eyes. Just as the man was about to say something, his cell phone rang untimely.

"Hey?"

Assistant Shen's voice over there was very anxious: "Mr. Song, it's not good. Mr. Song has a sudden illness and has been sent to the intensive care unit."

what!

Song Wenjing's expression froze, and the fork in his hand fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Shi Sheng noticed something was wrong and quickly raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Song Wenjing's face was gloomy: "Okay, I understand, I'll go there now."

After hanging up the phone, his eyes were complicated and his face was very ugly: "Something happened to the old man, and he has been sent to the intensive care unit of the hospital."