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

Song Wenjing was so angry with her that she just snorted coldly and hung up the phone. Shi Sheng's words were interrupted.

Si Qingxiao brought his team back to China the night before the press conference. Shi Sheng sent Su Xian to pick them up and arranged them directly at Guan Chengmin's hotel.

Si Qingxiao looked at the name of the hotel and frowned, feeling uncomfortable all over her body, but she didn't say anything. Guests did as they pleased, and she couldn't be too picky.

Shi Sheng also prepared a reception banquet for them, which was held in Guan Chengmin's bar.

Shi Sheng arrived early and had been in the box in front of Si Qingxiao and his party. The closer she got to the later stages of her pregnancy, the more she liked to sleep. During the few minutes of waiting for Si Qingxiao, she fell asleep on the sofa.

Song Wenjing walked into the box and saw her sleeping. He couldn't help but walked forward and lightly ran his fingertips across her face. She had gained weight in the past few days and had some flesh on her face. It felt fleshy to the touch.

Song Wenjing sat down next to her. He had not seen her for several days, and his eyes became more and more gentle.

At that time, outside the box, a pair of eyes was staring at the two of them.

But in just a few seconds, an old man with a beer belly and a bit of bald hair came up behind her. He put his arm around her shoulders and said fiercely in her ears: "What are you looking at? Take good care of me." , I can make you feel more comfortable today, you know!”

Wen Yizhen looked back at him with some horror: "Not today, please."

Song Wenjing and Shi Sheng were in the box next to them. She didn't want this!

This sense of gap is the most poisonous poison in the world to her.

"Mr. Wei, please, please spare me just this once."

The man slapped her directly: "You still have the nerve to plead for mercy? The Wen family has sold you long ago, and my money can't be wasted."

"Let me go!"

The man pushed her and walked to the box next to her.

Shi Sheng was awakened by the voices outside, but those voices were mixed with the noise in the corridor, so she couldn't hear them clearly. She opened her eyes in confusion, and then saw a face magnified in front of her eyes.

Some are good-looking, and they are a direct beauty and critical hit!

Her breathing stagnated slightly, and when she reacted, the man had already kissed her gently on the corner of the mouth.

With the ambiguous light in the box, it suddenly felt like he was in a dream, and Shi Sheng almost couldn't tell whether it was real or not.

Just when she was about to question Song Wenjing, Si Qingxiao and his party arrived.

The box instantly became lively. After Shi Sheng started talking to Si Qingxiao, he forgot about the matter.

Song Wenjing was sitting quietly aside. With his aura, no one dared to come up to drink with him or talk to him. Everyone just glanced at him from time to time to admire his beautiful face.

Song Wenjing's eyes have always been on Shi Sheng.

Shi Sheng leaned closer to Si Qingxiao, unable to ignore the fiery gaze behind him.

Si Qingxiao noticed it and laughed softly: "Didn't Mr. Song reconcile with Mr. Song when he was young?"

Si Qingxiao didn't know much about the two of them, he just had a simple mentality of watching the show.

Shi Sheng was helpless: "Qingxiao, why are you still making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you, but Mr. Song is about to see a hole in you. Otherwise, why don't you go and accompany him?" Si Qingxiao smiled: "Mr. Song is lonely and cold."

Shi Sheng: ...

This is really unacceptable.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the box next door, and everyone in their box was shaken.

Someone asked: "What happened outside? It was like an earthquake."

Then there started to be chaos outside. It seemed that many people ran to the next door box. Men's curses and women's cries came from inside. They were mixed together and made everyone's heads hurt.

Shi Sheng pinched the center of his brows, and there was a hint of dryness in his eyes. This crying sound seemed familiar.

Song Wenjing approached her and stretched out her hand to press her temples: "Is it uncomfortable? Can I take you back?"

Shi Sheng felt a little nauseous for no reason. At this time, he didn't care about his grudges with Song Wenjing and nodded: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song."

Song Wenjing looked at Si Qingxiao and said, "I'll pay for it today, you guys have fun."

Then he picked up Shi Sheng directly and strode out of the box.

After walking a few steps, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Wen Jing, save me——"

Song Wenjing paused.