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

"You are so vicious, what are you doing with your life? Find a place to commit suicide quickly."

"Wen Yizhen didn't do anything wrong. She just fell in love with the wrong person at the wrong time. Why would she need to kill someone like that?"

"Shi Sheng, don't you have nightmares at night?"

Those comments and private messages were all cursing Shi Sheng. After reading it, Shi Sheng yawned and then posted on Weibo: "For the record, this matter has nothing to do with me."

A minute later, the comment section was flooded again. Some people said that she was trying to get rid of responsibility, so she kept emphasizing that she had nothing to do with her, and she didn't defend anything, with a condescending attitude.

Shi Sheng shook his head helplessly.

"There are hundreds of thousands of insults in her comment section, but she doesn't even comment. She is really a cruel person."

"I think she is just thick-skinned. She probably has a mother-in-law since she was a child, not a mother-in-law, so she doesn't have any education at all."

This comment was ranked first in Shi Sheng's comment area. There were many people who followed the trend and insulted Shi Sheng for his lack of quality. They even brought their parents to scold her. No matter how good-tempered Shi Sheng was, she couldn't help it at this time.

These people are really going too far!

She hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Ah, yes, yes, you have a mother and a mother, so you became a keyboard warrior today. Is it true that you are submissive and dissatisfied in real life?"

After Shi Sheng finished speaking, he turned off his phone and went downstairs. As soon as he went out, he smelled the fragrance coming up from the first floor, which was a little bit like milk.

She sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose and continued walking downstairs.

I saw a man on the coffee table in the living room who had written a half-written letter of apology. Each of his letters of apology was completely different from the previous one. It was obvious that he was very serious.

Shi Sheng was touched. She put down the papers and went to the kitchen. The man was making porridge in the kitchen. In fact, few people in their family cooked, and they usually went out to eat.

This is the first time someone has started cooking at home.

Shi Sheng sat at the bar, watching Song Wenjing working in the kitchen, and asked, "What did you do?"

Song Wenjing looked back at her with a slightly gentle look: "Milk oatmeal porridge with sugar. I remember you like to drink it."

"Well, thank you." Shi Sheng nodded gently and sat at the table to wait.

After a while, she asked: "How is Wen Yizhen?"

Song Wenjing paused for a moment and opened her thin lips slightly: "I read the report today that she has come out of the operating room safely, but the child in her belly is gone, and she may not be able to get pregnant again in the future."

The child in Wen Yizhen's belly was nearly five months old. The child had already formed. The direct abortion caused a great burden on her body. It would be very difficult for her to get pregnant in the future.

Shi Sheng frowned, but there was no emotion in his eyes. Instead, he asked calmly: "Since she can survive if I don't give her a blood transfusion, why did the doctor ask me so strongly for a blood transfusion at that time?"

Song Wenjing put a bowl of porridge in front of her and said in a cold voice: "I have sent people to investigate. The results should be available soon. You don't have to worry."

Shi Sheng took a sip of porridge and asked him, "Why do you trust me so much this time?"

If you listen carefully, there is some sarcasm in her voice.

Song Wenjing's heart ached when she asked her question. He pursed his lower lip and said seriously: "Because you wouldn't do such a thing."

Shi Sheng just smiled coldly and said nothing.

Before breakfast was finished, Shi Shaoyu's voice floated outside.

"Shengsheng, I bought you breakfast outside. You should eat some first..."

Shi Shaoyu didn't even finish his words. When he walked into the living room, he saw two people sitting together having breakfast in the open kitchen, and his eyes instantly darkened.

His voice was cold: "Song Wenjing, who allowed you to come in!"

Shi Shaoyu rushed over without thinking and grabbed Song Wenjing's collar.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Song Wenjing's eyes, and she opened Shi Shaoyu's wrist and straightened her clothes slowly: "When will Mr. Shi's habit of biting people when he sees them change?"