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

Song Wenjing put her arms around Shi Sheng and encircled her whole body in her arms: "Don't be so harsh, you obviously care about me."

Shi Sheng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, pushed the man away, and muttered in a low voice: "Crazy!"

Then she strode towards her car. Song Wenjing looked at her figure helplessly. She was still unwilling to admit her feelings.

Shi Sheng drove back to the villa. When Shi Qingchen saw her coming back, he couldn't help but ask, "How was it?"

Shi Sheng sat down in the restaurant and took a few bites of food.

"There's nothing wrong. The old man looks much better today."

Shi Qingchen nodded and said nothing more.

Early the next morning, Shi Sheng walked out of the villa and subconsciously went to the garage to drive, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Shi Sheng."

The woman's body stiffened. This voice... was Song Wenjing?

She turned around suddenly and happened to catch the eye of Song Wenjing, who was wearing casual gray sportswear. She was stunned. Why did this man suddenly appear near her home? Could he have been following her?

She frowned: "Song Wenjing, what are you doing?"

Song Wenjing looked down at her clothes, with an innocent look on her face, and spread her hands: "Obviously, I'm jogging in the morning."

Shi Sheng glared at him angrily: "Nonsense, of course I know you are jogging in the morning, but why are you near my house? Are you deliberately squatting here waiting for me?"

Song Wenjing had a smile on her face and curled her lips: "Who said that? I'm obviously running near my home."

Shi Sheng frowned: "Stop talking nonsense! In this villa area, only the one next door to us is vacant..."

Before she finished speaking, she seemed to realize something and opened her eyes wide in horror: "You can't be..."

Song Wenjing straddled her long legs, walked around the railing, walked to the villa next to Shi's villa, and opened the door directly. He turned around and curled his lips: "Yes, I bought the house next door to you. Yes, we are neighbors now."

Shi Sheng looked at his operation with some disbelief, his brain almost shut down. This man could really do such a thing.

Before she could react, the man over there continued to speak: "I haven't brought you breakfast these days. Did you not eat breakfast well?"

Shi Sheng couldn't help but frown. It was true that she didn't. Her voice was a little less confident: "I...I ate in the morning, and my aunt at home cooked!"

Song Wenjing raised her eyebrows when she heard this: "Oh? Really? In that case, let me have a meal too."

Shi Sheng pursed his lips. There was no food at home for him to eat.

Seeing her look like this, Song Wenjing knew that she hadn't eaten, and immediately asked her to wait for him.

Shi Sheng was confused and didn't know what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd. It was still early before work, so she sat down on the bench in the garden of the villa and waited for Song Wenjing to come out.

Song Wenjing returned to the villa and walked quickly to the kitchen. Looking at the rich hot soup rolling on the pot, he curled his lips, picked up a towel and wrapped it around the edge of the soup pot, and took it down.

He carefully carried the pot of soup and walked out the door.

Shi Sheng saw something he was holding in his hand and stood up and approached him: "What are you doing?"

It wasn't until she got closer that she saw that the man was holding a pot of scalding hot soup.

"you……"

Song Wenjing curled her lips and placed the soup pot on the stone table in the garden of Shi's villa.

"As a neighbor, this is my greeting gift. The soup I made this morning is still very hot. I know your habit of skipping breakfast, so I specially prepared it for you."

Hearing this, Shi Sheng was stunned. Seeing Song Wenjing lowering her head to scoop soup for her, she couldn't tell how she felt.

"Song Wenjing, you... don't have to do so much for me."

When the man heard this, he paused in ladling the soup: "Don't get me wrong, I actually only made the soup for the old man, and I just made an extra bowl for you by the way.