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

Shi Sheng really wanted to drink, but she was pregnant. For the sake of the child in her belly, she couldn't drink and could only endure it.

Wen Wen couldn't help but take another look at her, sat next to her, and Fu Zhi asked sincerely: "You didn't see Mr. Song here, did you?"

Her tone was tentative, yet a little sure.

Shi Sheng gritted his teeth: "Why should I meet him!"

Wen Wenjing raised her eyebrows. She was so angry. She must have bumped into him. Moreover, she was probably jealous because she caught Song Wenjing being intimate with another woman.

However, Wen Wen didn't dare to say these words in front of Shi Sheng, she only dared to curse in her heart.

Shi Sheng couldn't calm down.

She clicked her tongue, suddenly wondering why she was doing this, why was she still jealous?

She and Song Wenjing are ex-husbands and ex-wives, and their future weddings and funerals will have nothing to do with each other. She is really hypocritical!

After thinking about it, Shi Sheng felt much better and started watching the game.

But Wen Wen and Lin Wangyue glanced at her from time to time, and their eyes met.

Wenwen: That's your sister, don't you care about her?

Lin Wangyue frowned: She is my sister, yes, but I am a man, how do I know what you women are thinking in your hearts? I must have been criticized in the past, you go and ask.

The eye contact between the two people can be said to be without any sense of violation.

Shi Sheng noticed, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing?"

Wen Wen hurriedly took a sip of wine, pretending to be calm, and smiled angrily: "I think my brother is quite handsome, please take a few more glances."

Lin Wangyue: "I think sister Wen Wen is pretty good-looking too, please take a look at her more."

Shi Sheng: ...

On the other side, Song Wenjing was looking down at his phone, and Tan Yanxi was talking beside him: "Thank you very much for today. If it weren't for you, I might not be able to come back."

She lowered her head slightly, her expression was miserable, and she was not as energetic and bright as when she danced in the mall before.

Song Wenjing then raised her head and glanced at her, with a cold voice: "Have I warned you not to appear in front of Shengsheng? Now you have become the spokesperson of her company. Are you not taking my words to heart at all?"

Tan Yanxi's body visibly stiffened, and she wrung her fingers, a little embarrassed to say: "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I didn't mean it. Can you not be angry?"

"Why should I be angry with you?" Song Wenjing sneered: "Are you worthy?"

Tan Yanxi gritted her teeth.

She often paid attention to Song Wenjing and knew Song Wenjing's character, but she never knew that he could be so mean to a girl.

She sighed, suddenly feeling very pathetic.

Song Wenjing continued: "I said that you and him should be as far away as possible. If you are here, is he also here?"

Tan Yanxi didn't dare to mention that person's name. He was a taboo for Song Wenjing. Song Wenjing didn't like him, and even hated and hated him.

She nodded invisibly, and said with a strong desire for survival: "But don't worry, he won't bother you. I won't let him come, and I won't let him know about my work."

Song Wenjing sneered: "How credible do you think your words are?"

Tan Yanxi lowered her head and said in a crying voice, "I'm sorry."

Song Wenjing looked a little irritated when he looked at her, and the entanglement in his heart lingered. In the final analysis, there was nothing wrong with talking about Yanxi. She couldn't decide her birth, but there was no way he could not express his anger.

He took a deep breath: "The matter has been resolved. Remember what you promised, get the news from Shengsheng, and terminate the contract with her."

Tan Yanxi nodded: "I know."

After Song Wenjing finished speaking, he stopped looking at her and walked straight out. Tan Yanxi stared at his back, tears falling uncontrollably.

She lowered her head, drop by drop.

How did things turn out like this?

Just then, her cell phone rang. After seeing the man's name, her pupils trembled slightly and she hung up, but the man still refused.

Tan Yanxi had no choice but to pick up the phone: "Can you please stop calling me! Can you please let me go?"

"You are my daughter! I am your father, you have to take care of me!" The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had taken drugs.

Tan Yanxi's lips were dry and tears welled up: "I don't want to be your daughter anymore... Is Song Chengyi worthy of being a father?"