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

His cool fingertips brushed her hair.

However, Song Wenjing is a person who doesn't know how to touch girls' heads. He was rubbing Shi Sheng's head really seriously, which made a hair stand up on Shi Sheng's head for no reason. He pressed it again. Why? Unable to suppress it, he immediately felt the murderous look in Shi Sheng's eyes.

Shi Sheng gritted his teeth and slapped his hand down with a wave of his hand: "Are you childish? This is a company. Don't touch me. I don't deserve your respect?"

Song Wenjing bowed her head obediently and apologized: "I'm sorry, I just think you're a little cute."

It seems that since his confession failed that day, he has started to develop a very special hobby. He can talk about love and do some things that are not in line with his behavioral habits. Shi Sheng even suspected that he had been taken away from him.

Simply outrageous.

Shi Sheng arranged her hair by herself, and then she and he began to re-select a company to cooperate with.

Their chassis is too big, and small companies may not be able to bear it.

The two of them were busy in the office for most of the day, and Song Wenjing reminded her that she should go to eat.

Shi Sheng touched his stomach and said, "I'm not hungry."

Song Wenjing joked: "Of course you are not hungry, you have eaten too many snacks."

The coffee table was divided into two, with piles of documents on one half and snacks on the other half.

Shi Sheng scratched his head in embarrassment.

Song Wenjing resisted the urge to pinch her face and said, "I have already ordered a meal. It is what you like to eat and is suitable for your current body. I will eat more."

"Ah."

A few minutes later, Assistant Shen brought in the high-end takeaway.

This store never does takeout. Even if you want to eat in the store, you have to make a reservation one month in advance. Only Song Wenjing can make the boss break the bottom line and principles without hesitation.

As a result, after the food was opened, Shi Sheng frowned and she laughed contemptuously: "Song Wenjing, is this what you said I like to eat?"

"I see you often do it at home..."

Shi Sheng's heart felt cold, but she didn't have too many emotions. She lowered her eyes, picked up her chopsticks and started eating. The unique taste of celery rushed into her throat, making her choke and her eyes instantly turned red.

Damn!

Why should she be so angry here?

She immediately threw her chopsticks: "I don't like it! I don't like every dish here!"

She frowned, felt retching in her stomach, and ran directly to the bathroom to vomit.

Song Wenjing was startled for a moment, and the oil spots on the chopsticks thrown out by Shi Sheng splashed on his face, which was a little burning. He hurriedly got up and followed, but was locked out of the bathroom.

He knocked on the door: "Shengsheng, open the door and let me in."

Shi Sheng retched for a long time, and all the vomited out was sour water, which made her mouth feel uncomfortable. The noise outside was also very noisy, and she felt a little irritated for no reason: "Can you shut up? It's really annoying."

After becoming pregnant, my temper became much louder.

Song Wenjing paused for a moment.

There was a lot of commotion here, and the staff outside could hear it, and they immediately pricked up their ears. It was rare to see Mr. Song frustrated.

Assistant Shen Te coughed: "Are you all too idle?"

Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads to work.

A few minutes later, Shi Sheng came out of the bathroom. Song Wenjing was standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand: "Do you want to rinse your mouth?"

Shi Sheng took the cup and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry, I wasn't targeting you."

She turned around and went into the bathroom again to rinse her mouth.

After vomiting, her face turned a bit pale, and her expression was not very good.

Song Wenjing felt sorry for her and said tentatively: "Let's go out to eat. We can eat whatever you want."

Shi Sheng just shook his head: "Forget it, we don't have enough time. Let's discuss the work and I'll ask my brother to pick me up."

"I send you."

"President Song takes care of everything, so I won't bother you."

Shi Sheng directly drew a clear line with him.

Song Wenjing instantly felt empty in his heart. An overwhelming emotion called loss made him breathless.

When Shi Sheng returned to the office, the takeout on the table was gone, and even the smell had dissipated completely. It had obviously been disposed of.