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

Song Wenjing didn't say anything, but looked at Shi Sheng. He wanted to see Shi Sheng's reaction.

Shi Sheng's face was cold.

Wen Yizhen was really good at telling lies. It was obvious that she and Weng Huizhu had suffered the consequences, but when it came to her mouth, it turned out to be their own nonsense.

What's more, Wen Yizhen lost resources probably because of the dirty information she exposed.

Zhang Guanli Dai, haha!

And Wen Yizhen was still complaining aggrievedly, "I didn't mean it. Why did she let the police mess up my reputation? I spent a lot of effort to get such a large business resource. Wen Jing Brother, you have to make the decision for me."

Her voice was choked and she was crying quite miserably.

Shi Sheng laughed.

Wen Yizhen choked and said, "Brother Wen Jing, why don't you speak?"

Shi Sheng couldn't help but speak with a cold voice, "His mouth is injured now and it is difficult to speak. I would like to ask Miss Wen. If I remember correctly, you got your jewelry endorsement through Song Wenjing." ?”

"You have the nerve to say it's through your own efforts?"

"What are you trying to do? Try to climb on the bed and do three?"

Shi Sheng's words were lighthearted, but every word was insulting.

Wen Yizhen blushed and became speechless for a moment!

After a long while, she spoke angrily, "Shi Sheng, why are you with Brother Wen Jing? Why did you answer Brother Wen Jing's call!"

"He is now a third-level disabled person. I can answer the phone for him. If there's anything I can't do."

Shi Sheng put the phone directly to her ear and handed Song Wenjing to the doctor, but her eyes followed Song Wenjing all the time.

The worry in his eyes was not fake.

He was even too lazy to deal with Wen Yizhen and hung up the phone directly.

Wen Yizhen looked at the hung up call. When she called again, the call was cut off. Song Wenjing never hung up on her phone. It must have been Shi Sheng, a bitch!

Her body was shaking with anger.

Aren't these two going to get divorced? Why are we still together?

A sense of crisis suddenly invaded her, making her feel cold all over.

Wen Yizhen clenched the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. After a while, she took out her phone and called someone.

She hasn't contacted this person for a long time.

But now, only he can help her!

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At that time, in the hospital, the emergency doctor was checking Song Wenjing's injuries.

The right arm was indeed dislocated. The emergency doctor held the upper and lower parts of his arm with two hands and pulled one pair at a time. The abrasions on it were also easily treated.

The more troublesome part is the back of the head, which needs to be shaved.

Song Wenjing asked unhappily, "Will you be bald?"

Before the emergency doctor said anything, Shi Sheng laughed first.

It turns out that President Song is also worried about going bald?

Quite strange.

Song Wenjing glared at her, "Why are you laughing!"

Shi Sheng tightened the curve of his mouth, "Nothing, doctor, will it damage the brain? Do I need a brain CT?"

The emergency doctor explained helplessly, "No, trust my judgment, it's just a skin injury, without any congestion or concussion symptoms."

Shi Sheng was relieved and said, "That's good, please."

"You go and pay, and a nurse will come to treat his wound and apply medicine later." The emergency doctor pondered for a moment, "If you are really worried, you can observe him in the emergency room for a while."

Shi Sheng nodded and asked for Song Wenjing's opinion, "Then let's stay for one night. It's better to be careful."

Song Wenjing naturally would not refuse.

Seeing Shi Sheng busy with him, I felt that she still cared about him.

It just made her draw too much blood and speak harshly.

After arranging everything and waiting for the nurse to give the medicine and leave, Shi Sheng also stood up and said calmly, "Since you have nothing to do, I'll leave first."

Song Wenjing was not happy and subconsciously grabbed her hand, which pulled the wound on her arm. She gasped in pain, "Shouldn't you be with me in the hospital?"

Shi Sheng suppressed the concern on her lips and said expressionlessly, "If you feel lonely and need someone to accompany you, you can ask Wen Yizhen to come over. She should be very happy."

Song Wenjing frowned in displeasure, "I am your savior after all, and this is how you repay me?"