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

Song Wenjing parked her car on the side of the road, turned her head and looked at the sleeping person, feeling very soft in her heart.

During this period, perhaps because of her pregnancy, her appetite was much better than before, her body had grown a little fat, her face was slightly rounder, and she was extremely white. She had not applied any makeup, and even her pores were not visible.

Song Wenjing couldn't help but reached out and pinched her face, and he chuckled.

Shi Sheng felt a little itchy on his face and couldn't help humming softly: "Wen Jing, don't move."

Wen Jing.

She wasn't fully awake yet, but she subconsciously added him to Wen Jing.

This was the only name she had ever called him during those three years of marriage.

Song Wenjing's eyes lit up, and she leaned over and asked her softly: "Shengsheng, do you still like me?"

"Song Wenjing, are you looking for death?"

Shi Sheng woke up at some point, and the anxiety in his eyes faded away, leaving only a cold look.

Song Wenjing was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Why did you wake up?"

Shi Sheng touched her face. In fact, his breath was too close, so close that the warmth made her tremble subconsciously.

Shi Sheng glanced outside and saw that she was already downstairs of her company. She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She didn't even bother to say goodbye to him, and turned around and left without looking back.

Song Wenjing watched her enter the building with a heavy gaze, with warmth and a smile in his eyes that he couldn't even detect.

He likes it to the core, he doesn't know.

Now that I'm divorced, I know it.

Thinking about it is also ironic.

Song Wenjing lowered her head and sent her a message: "If I write a review for you, can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

Shi Sheng just sneered. After returning to the office, she saw that his car was still downstairs, so she sent him a message back: "Three years, a 10,000-word review a day, how many words do you think you have to write? "

She was just deliberately making things difficult.

She also said in passing: "I want it written by hand."

She just wanted Song Wenjing to retreat when she faced difficulties.

She didn't believe he could write nearly 10 million words in three years.

Song Wenjing stared at her message for a long time before replying: "Okay, it's a deal."

Shi Sheng didn't take the episode seriously, didn't reply, and went directly to deal with official business.

Song Wenjing had just written a self-examination in the police station, which he had also found on the Internet. He had not thought about it at all. Now that he really had to write it by himself, he was still a little confused.

And it's not easy to ask your subordinates about this kind of thing.

When he returned to the company, he had a sad look on his face. Assistant Shen was stunned when he saw it, and asked: "Mr. Song, is the matter not handled smoothly?"

As soon as Assistant Shen finished speaking, Song Wenjing glanced at him: "Have you ever written a review?"

"Ah?" Assistant Shen was confused for a moment, and then said: "I wrote it before when I was in school."

"What should I pay attention to when writing a review?"

Assistant Shen didn't understand why Song Wenjing asked this for a while, so he could only try to tell him objectively: "You have to be tricky, you have to realize your mistakes, and there are ways to correct them."

"We need to reflect deeply."

Song Wenjing pursed her lower lip and frowned deeper.

Assistant Shen thought he had said the wrong thing, and his expression became cautious.

Unexpectedly, Song Wenjing just waved her hand casually and let him go down.

Assistant Shen scratched his head. He really didn't understand. He thought of something in hindsight and felt that it shouldn't be the case. Is Mr. Song always so... so unpretentious when pursuing people?

The next morning, before Shi Sheng woke up, Shi Qingchen knocked on her door. She was a little dissatisfied. When she opened the door, a large bouquet of roses came to her face. She was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, what are you doing all this for?"

Shi Qingchen looked at her and said, "It wasn't me, it was probably one of your suitors. There was a letter on it. It looked quite thick. I didn't read your things. Couldn't it be money in it?" "

Shi Sheng did not accept the flowers, but took the letter. When she saw the words on the envelope, she knew it was written by Song Wenjing for her.

There won't be any money in it.

She didn't open it in front of Shi Qingchen, but pushed him out of the room: "Okay, brother, stop gossiping."