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

Shi Sheng's eyes were deep, "Don't worry about it, wait until he reads the plan."

A few days later, Shi Sheng still didn't receive any information about cooperation from the Song Group, and she felt a little nervous for a while.

Even if you are rejected, there should be someone who will believe you, right?

She asked Ye Xin to ask, but the answer Ye Xin got was still, "Let you ask Mr. Song personally when you were young."

Shi Sheng cursed secretly as a bastard, and took the initiative to call Song Wenjing.

The phone was answered slowly.

Shi Sheng gritted his back molars, "Mr. Song is so free. For such a small project, you don't have to talk about it at all levels, and you actually do it yourself!"

Well, she learned from Ye Xin that the contents of the plan had been sent back and revised five times, each time under Song Wenjing's orders.

"Well, after all, this is my first time involved in the jewelry industry, so I need to be cautious." Song Wenjing's voice was very calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. "I called you when I was young. Have you figured it out?"

Shi Sheng took a deep breath and said dullly, "Well, let's make an appointment and let's talk about cooperation."

Song Wenjing said without leaving a trace, "I'm free tonight."

Shi Sheng thought to himself, aren't you just waiting here? But there is no time.

"Okay, eight o'clock in the evening, we will see you on the 9th."

-

Club No. 9 is a famous gold-selling cave. Shi Sheng would never set foot in such a place before, but he didn't expect that it would be a big deal now.

Song Wenjing walked directly into the box. Shi Sheng was already waiting for him. The woman was wearing professional attire, her long hair was tied up, and her slender neck was clean and neat.

After being raised by the Shi family for a few days, her complexion became even more rosy, and her body seemed to have gained weight.

Song Wenjing pursed her lower lip and couldn't tell what it felt like.

Shi Sheng stood up and motioned for him to sit down, "Mr. Song, our plan..."

After Song Wenjing sat down, she frowned and said in a clear voice, "I haven't even had dinner, so let's eat first."

He asked the waiter to order a meal and asked Shi Sheng, "Have you eaten?"

Shi Sheng didn't eat because he was doing business, so he ordered egg fried rice. Song Wenjing ordered a few more dishes.

After the dishes were served, Shi Sheng was slightly startled. There were various blood-rich foods such as brown sugar ginger tea, red date soup, etc. She covered her mouth and felt a little nauseous.

She said angrily, "Did Mr. Song come here to comfort me today? I hate eating these things."

"These replenish blood."

"In order to give your sweetheart a blood transfusion, I ate these things every day. I almost felt sick and vomited."

While talking, Shi Sheng picked up his egg fried rice, which was delicious.

Song Wenjing was silent for a moment, stopped talking, and ate in silence.

She originally thought that after dinner, it would be time to discuss the joint cooperation. Unexpectedly, the man kept silent and disturbed Shi Sheng's thoughts with various topics. However, she was always easily led astray by the man.

For a while, I could only drink by myself in depression.

Song Wen Jingka fell unconsciously on the sofa alone, her eyes a little blurry, and she realized in hindsight that Shi Sheng's drinking capacity was very poor.

He hurriedly reached out and snatched the wine glass from her hand, "Shi Sheng, stop drinking."

Perhaps because of her drunkenness, her cheeks were flushed, and when she was grabbing the wine from Song Wenjing's hand, she fell into his arms unprepared.

She hit her head on the button of his shirt, her eyebrows turned red, she pursed her lips a little aggrievedly, and looked up at him dissatisfied.

For an instant, Song Wenjing's breathing was stagnant.

The woman's eyes were red and she felt a little aggrieved, "You gave me the wine and you didn't even give me the wine to drink? Song Wenjing, why are you so partial!"

He's so biased that he won't even give her a drink!

Song Wenjing gently held her waist and held her steady. Her voice was gentle and she didn't realize it, "You are drunk, you can't drink anymore."

Shi Sheng moved around in his arms, trying to push him away, "You are partial, you are partial."

"Stop making trouble now, I'll take you home."

Song Wenjing sighed softly, slowly picked her up, comforted her, and took her away from Club No. 9.

Little did they know that in the dark, someone had taken a photo of the two of them together.