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

Song Wenjing frowned, thought of something, and hurriedly said: "You, you saw it?"

"Things are not what you think. Wen Yizhen called me for help. I can't just sit idly by."

Song Wenjing explained in a panic.

Shi Sheng's eyes were indifferent. She returned her chest with her hands and said softly: "This is Mr. Song's private matter and has nothing to do with me."

In that photo, Wen Yizhen's body was mosaicd, and she must have been naked. Song Wenjing was secretly photographed while carrying her to the hospital, but the anxiety and worry in his eyes were not fake.

Only Shi Sheng herself knew how complicated her mood was when she saw that photo.

She twitched her lips and said, "Mr. Song, please give way."

Seeing that he didn't move, Shi Sheng pushed him away and said when leaving, "You really make me sick."

Song Wenjing stiffened.

Soon, the press conference began. There was no smile on Shi Sheng's face from beginning to end. She was cold and arrogant. She couldn't force a smile. After introducing the products and release time, she was about to leave the press conference.

But some reporters were unwilling to let her go, blocking her way and asking in a cold voice: "Mr. hour, last night at the bar, when you refused to save Wen Yizhen, was it because you still hated her?"

When Shi Sheng didn't do it, he thought: "Yes."

"If she was really tortured to death, wouldn't your conscience feel guilty?"

Facing the reporter's question, Song Wenjing couldn't bear to listen. Just as she was about to speak for Shi Sheng, Shi Sheng spoke up herself: "Is it because of me that she became like this? You guys are quite good at kidnapping me morally from the moral high ground. , what, do I owe Wen Yizhen something?"

"No matter what my conscience is, let me tell you that the consequences she has now are her own fault. It has nothing to do with me. Stop blaming me."

Every word in her voice was like a knife, leaving everyone unable to recover for a long time.

But she was still saying: "In order to get Song Wenjing, she said she was pregnant with his child when she had not had a relationship with him. She lied first! At the subsequent banquet, she also accused me of aborting her child. The police have investigated the matter very clearly. As for now...it was the Wen family who gave her to others. If you don't accuse the person who should be blamed, you are quite good at bullying me."

"A bunch of blind people."

Shi Sheng rolled his eyes, his body trembling slightly because of his anger.

"You-" The reporter wanted to say something else, but Shi Sheng had already left.

The whole place was silent. The reporters didn't get the answers they wanted, but they still wanted to criticize Shi Sheng on the Internet and let netizens know that Shi Sheng's temper was unreasonable and unforgiving. But this time, he miscalculated. .

It's not like netizens don't have eyes and ears. They can tell whether Shi Sheng is to blame or not.

"It's really not Shi Sheng's fault. My sister is really wronged to be so blackmailed by this group of people."

"Some people don't have the right views and even want to edit it maliciously. It's simply shameless."

The comments section began to criticize those who spread the rumors.

The press conference ended after more than an hour. Song Wenjing left the scene and went directly to Shi Sheng's office.

Shi Sheng was sleepy and resting in the office. There was a small cubicle inside. Su Xian didn't want him to go in, but then thinking about the relationship between Song Wenjing and Shi Sheng, she hesitated, pretended not to see him, and put Song Wenjing in. .

Shi Sheng didn't sleep well, her mind was filled with the negative comments from netizens. She thought she didn't care, but when she was awakened by those negative comments, she realized that she did care.

She thought she might be pregnant and thought too much.

"You're awake." Shi Sheng rolled his eyes, turned his head and looked to one side, and found that the man was sitting on the pink single sofa playing with his mobile phone. The weak light from the mobile phone reflected on the man's face, and Qing Juan looked at him again. Precious.

Song Wenjing's face was something she would fall in love with no matter how many times she saw it.

Shi Sheng was startled: "Why are you here with me? Who let you in?"

Song Wenjing put away her phone and raised her eyelids to look at her: "They didn't dare to stop me."

Shi Sheng frowned and looked at him unhappily.