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

Photos of souvenirs, wedding dresses, invitations, and a photo of her trying on bridal makeup.

Wen Yizhen's entire circle of friends is filled with an atmosphere of "I am very happy", and there are many blessings below.

Shi Sheng gritted his teeth. He was originally a little apologetic to Song Wenjing. After all, they were talking about business, but she got drunk. Now that little bit of apology was gone, and only anger remained.

At this time, Song Wenjing called her.

"Mr. hour, are you done with business?"

After that day, Song Wenjing kept waiting for Shi Sheng to call him, but there was no news from the woman at all.

So much so that he had to take the initiative to call her and ask her about cooperation.

Shi Sheng's oil barrel almost exploded, but he still held it back, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "Okay, Mr. Song, let's find a place."

Song Wenjing arranged a venue at the golf course. Shi Sheng didn't know how to play, so she sat not far away and watched the man play.

The white shirt was tucked into the waistline, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. He was nothing more than a beauty in the world. He made the little girls who came to play golf turn around frequently, and then finally couldn't help but step forward and ask for his contact information.

Not knowing what the man said, the little girl left with a look of regret.

Song Wenjing turned her head and looked at Shi Sheng, "Why don't you come over and play?"

Shi Sheng took a sip of water and said, "Not interested."

Song Wenjing sat down next to her and asked, "Are you only interested in business?"

"There is also divorce." Shi Sheng glanced at him and suddenly said, "If Mr. Song has time to play golf, why not go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with me."

Song Wenjing's originally stern face turned colder now, "I don't want to talk about personal matters when we're talking about work!"

Shi Sheng just scoffed and said in a sarcastic tone, "Is it possible that you still want to commit bigamy?"

"If Mr. Song wants to hold a happy event, I have no objection. I can even give you a wedding gift, but can you let me go first?"

Song Wenjing was stunned for a moment when she heard that her tone was not a joke.

The two didn't discuss many details about their work, but they parted on bad terms.

After watching Shi Sheng leave, Song Wenjing was no longer in the mood to play golf. She called Assistant Shen and asked him to investigate.

Assistant Shen called him back awkwardly, "Mr. Song, Madam and Miss Wen have been trying on wedding dresses, buying souvenirs, and making invitations recently. Miss Shi should know about this."

Song Wenjing's face turned completely black!

He was pissed off.

After returning home, Weng Huizhu and Wen Yizhen were making souvenir boxes in the living room, which contained some specially made jade jewelry.

Wen Yizhen glanced at Song Wenjing shyly, and called out obediently, "Brother Wenjing."

Weng Huizhu smiled and said, "Wen Jing, divorce Shi Sheng as soon as possible. I think the 15th of next month is a good day for a wedding banquet."

"When the time comes, invite all the wealthy families to your wedding."

The more Weng Huizhu talked, the happier she became.

Wen Yizhen was so happy to hear this that neither of them noticed Song Wenjing's expression, which was full of anger.

He sneered, stepped forward, and smashed everything on the table!

It was completely smashed!

"Ah -" Wen Yizhen was startled and stood up from the sofa in an instant, her face turned pale.

All the souvenirs were ruined.

Even the invitation was stepped on the ground by Song Wenjing. There were bits of coldness in his cold eyes, "When did I say I wanted to marry you?"

"Who gave you permission to prepare for the wedding?"

Wen Yizhen shrank, and there was a hint of grievance in her voice, "Brother Wen Jing..."

"Don't call me brother, my mother never gave me a sister!" Song Wenjing said sharply.

This was the first time Wen Yizhen had seen him get so angry. It was as if he had been touched by Ni Lian. There were thorns all over his body. If she touched him even slightly, his hands would be covered in blood.

Weng Huizhu was stunned.

She stood up in a hurry and said with some dissatisfaction, "Wen Jing, why are you talking to Zhen Zhen? She is still your benefactor."

"Have I not repaid enough? Do I have to pay for myself? Mom, I can handle my personal affairs myself. I don't need you to worry about my marriage!" When facing Weng Huizhu, Song Wenjing restrained herself. Temper, but the warning is also obvious.

He is filial, but that doesn't mean he will obey without thinking!

"I will not marry Wen Yizhen. You don't need to come to the Song family anymore. Move out."

Wen Yizhen was startled, and a surge of grievance swept over her. She covered her face and ran out crying.