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

Hearing this, Shi Sheng's expression changed.

She looked at Wen Yizhen with a faint look, and snorted coldly: "I am nothing? Does Ani know what this necklace means?"

Wen Yizhen frowned and was about to say something, but was interrupted directly by Shi Sheng: "Do you know why the black swan's wings are asymmetrical? Is it because there is my name on the back of the wings?"

As she spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand and held Wen Yizhen's necklace. The two necklaces felt different. The one she wore around her neck was cold to the touch and could hardly hold her hand. It was made of very rare black stones, and Wen Yizhen , the tentacles are warm and a little greasy, and there is no engraving on the back of the wings.

Shi Sheng saw Wen Yizhen's panic expression and couldn't wait to take the necklace away.

But Shi Sheng didn't give her a chance and clenched her fist in confusion. Under the pull, Wen Yizhen could only be forced to get closer to her. The woman in front of her had arrogant eyes and even her breath was cold.

"Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed if you tell the public about wearing a fake necklace while participating in such a high-end competition?"

Wen Yizhen couldn't help but wince: "Let me go! In front of so many people, do you still want to be rough with me, a pregnant woman?"

She looked at Song Wenjing pitifully: "Brother Wenjing, there is your child in my belly. Please help me."

Song Wenjing just watched coldly.

Shi Sheng sneered: "You are used to using children to threaten people. If you really love this child, you will not use him as a bargaining chip."

"Shi Sheng, didn't you use your child as a bargaining chip? If it weren't for the child in your belly, would Brother Wen Jing look at you?" Wen Yizhen gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh out of Shi Sheng's heart. .

Shi Sheng sneered: "It's different. You shamelessly want to pester Song Wenjing, but Song Wenjing will only pester me."

"Who do you think you are?" Shi Sheng's voice was very low as he spoke the last sentence, speaking word by word into Wen Yizhen's ears.

It instantly made the woman feel cold all over her body.

Shi Sheng then let go of her hand and shook it off, but she didn't expect Song Wenjing to take the initiative to wipe her hands with a tissue.

She glanced at the man silently.

Wearing a neat suit, her hair is meticulously styled, she is dignified and aloof, and has an elite air, but when she does something like this, she feels like a knight kneeling beneath her.

Shi Sheng glanced at the pale Wen Yizhen and said gently, "Miss Wen, it would be better not to wear fakes when attending events like this in the future. After all, it is embarrassing."

"You don't have to care about reputation, but the brand still cares about it."

Wen Yizhen's body trembled with anger. When faced with the pointing fingers of the people around her, she fiercely pulled off the necklace around her neck and left with red eyes.

Shi Sheng sighed softly: "She is still wronged."

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Song Wenjing was still holding her hand, and she pulled it back fiercely: "Are you still addicted to holding hands?"

Song Wenjing looked at her empty palms, pursed her lower lip, and smiled softly: "Shengsheng, are you jealous?"

"You're overthinking, I just don't like being provoked."

Her eyes were light and untainted by any emotion.

After the game, Shi Sheng planned to go back directly, but was stopped by Song Wenjing.

"Shengsheng, let me take you somewhere."

Shi Sheng frowned: "I have something to do. Goodbye."

She turned sideways and was about to leave, but Song Wenjing held her wrist directly and said in a low voice, as if she was aggrieved: "I'm just going to a place, I won't do anything to you, okay?"

"Are you begging me?"

"Yes." Song Wenjing nodded without any burden.

Shi Sheng raised her eyebrows and realized that Song Wenjing was becoming more and more... shameless after not seeing her for a month.

In addition, many people and reporters were watching around him, and some were taking pictures. Shi Sheng coughed and could only nod and follow him.

He drove all the way to the beach, and a large and gorgeous cruise ship appeared in front of him.

Shi Sheng was startled: "Song Wenjing, why did you bring me here in the middle of the night?"

Song Wenjing took her out of the car, stepped onto the cruise ship step by step, and suddenly said: "It's exactly twelve o'clock. Happy birthday, Shengsheng."