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

When Song Wenjing called Wen Yizhen to come back, she was dealing with the slap marks on her face. After hanging up the phone, she immediately threw away the ice pack covering her face and went to Song's with half of her face red and swollen.

"Brother Wen Jing, what's the matter with you calling me back suddenly?" Wen Yizhen wore a mask, lowered her head slightly, and her voice was muffled, making it clear that she had just finished crying.

Song Wenjing saw half of her red and swollen face with almost no effort. It wasn't that Wen Yizhen didn't wear a mask on purpose, but that Shi Sheng's slap left no force at all, and there were clear finger prints under the corners of her eyes.

"Did she hit you?" Song Wenjing asked.

When Wen Yizhen heard this, she thought that Song Wenjing was going to help her vent her anger. She felt happy, but she said cautiously, "When I was a kid, I always seemed to hate me. After I just said a few words, she became very angry and asked the security guard to arrest me." He was kicked out and said..."

She bit her lower lip, as if it was hard to say anything.

Song Wenjing remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Wen Yizhen glanced at his face, but couldn't see any emotion, so he had to finish the second half of the sentence, "They said that even if Yusheng Group went bankrupt, they would not ask me to be their spokesperson. Brother Wen Jing, where did I do it?" It’s bad that I always hate me so much.”

Where did it go wrong?

Song Wenjing watched Wen Yizhen finish the performance indifferently, and asked sharply, "What did you say?"

Wen Yizhen didn't expect that she had said a lot, and Song Wenjing's focus was here. She hesitated for a while, and before she could speak out her words, she heard Song Wenjing say again.

"I have obtained the surveillance of the scene, Wen Yizhen, you'd better not lie in front of me."

Wen Yizhen panicked immediately. She raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall. "Yes, I meant what I said was not nice, but her attitude towards me was so bad, I..."

"Did I warn you, stay calm in front of her and don't act like a monster."

Song Wenjing didn't want to see her like this, so she interrupted sharply and knocked on the table twice impatiently, "Wen Yizhen, don't think that in exchange for being my savior, I can indulge you without any bottom line. This is the last time. , and next time, don’t stay in the entertainment industry.”

Wen Yizhen covered the rising hatred in his eyes and nodded obediently, "I understand, Brother Wen Jing, I won't make it difficult for you anymore."

Song Wenjing waved her hand, "Go to the public relations department and take care of your face."

Don't walk around with such a conspicuous slap mark. If it's a hot search later, he'll have to spend money to cover it up.

When Wen Yizhen heard this, he thought Song Wenjing was caring about her, so he nodded immediately, "Okay, I heard about Brother Jing, so I'll go now."

Song Wenjing heard Brother Wen Jing one by one. At that moment, he felt that it was pleasant when Shi Sheng shouted his full name angrily, but this thought was quickly forgotten by him, which was a bit cheap.

Wen Yizhen, who left after dealing with his face, no longer smiled and looked gentle.

Damn it, Shi Sheng actually forced Song Wenjing to warn her, even though she was so humiliated and ignored, damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

After Wen Yizhen vented her anger for a long time as if she was possessed by a demon, she looked at the broken glass on the ground and thought sadly, it would be great if Shi Sheng really died, then no one could compete with her for Wen Jing's brother.

another side.

Shi Sheng, who had to go home because of abdominal discomfort, met Shi Shaoyu who came back to pick up documents and was about to leave.

Seeing her pale face, Shi Shaoyu felt worried, "Shengsheng, your stomach feels uncomfortable?"

He helped her sit down on the sofa and poured her a glass of warm water.

"I'm fine. Second brother, why are you at home? Don't you have any schedule today?" Shi Sheng took a sip of water and felt that the air in his chest was a little smoother.

Shi Shaoyu didn't answer her words, but just looked at her, a little unhappy, "Shengsheng, I'm not your second brother anymore. Why don't you tell me when something happens?"

When Shi Sheng saw this, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a bit of self-deprecation in his tone, "What else can happen? It's just the spokesperson of Yusheng Group."

She had disagreed with Song Wenjing on this matter not once or twice recently.

Shi Shaoyu quickly reacted, "Did he really sign Wen Yizhen?"

Shi Sheng nodded.